Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with the series. Please don't sue.
A/N: I don't re-read what I write after I've written it. I just use spell check and then call it done. So there are probably lots of mistakes; I apologize in advance for them.
Sometime later, I was in front of Emmett's room, knocking on the door. I hadn't seen Rosalie when I finally left the bathroom, and she hadn't come back while I ate the rest of the food she had ordered for us. I didn't know where she went, but I assumed she wasn't in Edward's room because I didn't hear yelling coming from it. If those two got into an argument, which it had seemed they both wanted to, they would get into a yelling match that could last for hours. If they were arguing, I would have heard them while I waited for someone to answer the door.
I was hoping for Emmett to answer so that we could just watch TV while we waited to leave for the airport, but it was Alice that answered.
"Bella!" Alice squealed and then pulled me into her room. "I didn't think I'd see you until we all met up downstairs." She said as she dragged me into the bathroom where she was apparently in the middle of doing her hair and makeup. I saw both Jasper and Emmett in the main room, Jasper packing for him and Alice and Emmett was watching TV. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. I wanted to watch TV also.
"Well, I was going to watch TV with Emmett." I said as I gestured to the TV before I was pulled into the bathroom and made to sit on the toilet to wait for Alice.
"You can do that anytime." Alice argued as she stated on her hair. "Actually, you usually do that all the time anyways."
Even though Rosalie had moved out of her adopted parents' home the moment she turned 18, the others didn't feel the need to move out. Both Jasper and Rosalie were left a substantial sum of funds from their parents when they had passed away, and the fact that the Cullen's were also well only helped that since the Cullen's didn't shy away from helping Rosalie and Jasper when they needed it. But when they had graduated high school, Rosalie didn't want to live with her parents anymore and quickly moved out. The Cullen's were more than happy to help her; even though Rosalie could technically afford it on her own. The other Cullen children, since they didn't have their mini-fortune like Rosalie and Jasper, had opted to stay living with their parents while still in school to save money and Jasper stayed with the Cullen's as well because he wanted to stay with his girlfriend. So even when I went to their place to be with Edward, I usually ended up watching TV or playing video games with Emmett. When Alice did her claws on me to play dress up or suffer through a shopping trip with her.
"Only sometimes." I lied with a huff of annoyance. Alice was kind enough not to call me out on my blatant lie.
"I was actually wondering if you would have been able to wake up so early. I thought Rosalie would let you sleep in until that last possible moment for you to get ready to leave."
"You knew I was Rosalie's room?"
That would have to mean that she knew what happened last night. I hadn't even though about staying in her room the whole time we were here; I was always more than happy to be with Edward in our room. If Alice knew that I had been Rosalie's room last night, then she knew what I had drunkenly done and that would hopefully mean that she knew what had happened.
"Yup, it was me and Jasper that helped you two to her room." Alice chirped.
"Do you remember last night?" I eagerly asked.
"I wasn't nearly as drunk as you and Edward." Alice said in a near scolding tone that meant she wasn't happy with how drunk we had been. "Or even as drunk as Rosalie eventually got after you two got hitched."
"If you weren't that drunk, then why did you let us get married?" I asked, angry at the thought that she had let it all happen.
"Because you both insisted." Alice nearly yelled, becoming defensive but not stopping from doing her hair and makeup. "Emmett didn't care either way because he thought it was funny." That made sense. Emmett would think any one of us getting married on this trip would be hilarious. He had actually hoped for it. "Jasper and I tried to argue with you guys about it, but it's hard to argue to stop you from doing something when you were both so willing."
"What about Edward?" I desperately asked. "Why didn't he stop us?"
There was no way he would have just let me marry someone else; especially his sister. It didn't make sense. Edward was always talking about the two of us getting married. He was insistent that we were the closest thing there was to actual soul-mates. I didn't really believe in that whole thing, but that's just how into me he was. It could be endearing at times. It just didn't make sense for him not to get us to stop. Even if he was drunk.
"Well, he tried." Alice hesitantly said, like she was nervous to give the information. "Edward's pride isn't going to like that I told you."
"I deserve to know!" I yelled and promptly got shushed by Emmett who was apparently enthralled by some sort of sports game on the TV. "Come on Alice." I begged.
"Well of course I'm going to tell you." She said with a roll of her eyes. "I just wanted you to know that Edward won't like it and I have no problem saying you made me tell you. I am the one that has to live with him after all."
"Sure Alice." I said with a small smile.
Alice had done that a couple times throughout our friendship. She, or we sometimes, would do something to upset Edward and I would let Alice blame it on me because Edward could never stay mad at me. We were pretty sure Edward usually knew better, but he never argued when I took blame on some things. Of course as often as I took blame for Alice, she would take blame for me when it came to Rosalie. Although Rosalie would let us know that she knew Alice was taking the blame and only letting Alice do it because we stuck to our story. I was sure that if either one of us made even the smallest error in the stories we told her, she would happily call us on it and somehow get back at me for lying to her. So, Alice and me, we were good friends that happily took blame to lessen the eventual backlash.
"Edward started yelling really loud and just getting really aggressive."
"He didn't hit anyone did he?"
The first thought I had was that he had tried to hit, or most likely push since Edward probably didn't know how to properly hit, Rosalie. Rosalie was the first concern I had. Only after thinking of a few possible and outrageous scenarios, did I finally think that he may have hurt or, in reality, tried to hurt someone else.
"Of course not. My brother is too much of a wimp to do that. No, he just got in Rosalie's face, which she really didn't like. Especially since she was drunk."
"Rosalie doesn't usually like if Edward's within a few feet of him."
For as long as I've known the Cullen's, and technically Hales as that was Rosalie's and Jasper's last name, Edward and Rosalie haven't liked each other. If one got too close to the other, they would start arguing and eventually Esme, their mom, would send one or usually both of them to their rooms to calm down. Since Rosalie didn't live at home anymore, she tended to stay away from Edward. It made for awkward family events.
"I know, its worse when she's drunk. So naturally, Rosalie pushed all the right buttons in her calm and cold voice. Edward got so belligerent that the people around us noticed and eventually a cop came and made sure we sent him home. So, Emmett and Edward came back here while you two got hitched."
"So, it was really you and Jasper that let me and Rose get married?" I asked, still trying to figure what happened last night.
"We didn't let you do anything." Alice said as she seemed to be putting the final touches on her hair. "We argued with you two, but Rose has you wrapped around her finger. You were whipped without having the benefits of actually going out."
"I am not." I automatically defended. I couldn't help it that Rosalie was very persuasive and always had really good points.
"Sweetie, we're best friends so I always try not to lie to you. And you my dear, are very much whipped. But that's okay, it'll just make your marriage easier since you'll never fight with her."
"Alice!" I scolded. I didn't like hearing that we were married. I didn't need the constant reminder. Although I suppose, if I didn't want the constant reminder I should have taken the ring off. As soon as I could find a safe container for it, I would take it off. "So you and Jasper let our drunken logic overrule your logic?"
"You were getting loud. Which I didn't think was possible. But when the same cop started eyeing us, instead of ending our night by getting in trouble with the law, we opted to just give in. We weren't sure we could talk the cop into letting us off with just a warning."
"I'm never loud."
"No, you're not but apparently when you're drunk and trying to convince people of things, you get very loud. So, instead of getting in trouble with the cop we decided to be your witnesses. Then afterwards we naturally had to go out clubbing to celebrate." Alice cheered. She even jumped up and down and clapped her hands to show how excited she was about the fact we had all gone out clubbing.
"Right." I cautiously said, as if I was afraid that anything I said would set her off. "So, we went clubbing and then went back to the hotel?" I asked, happy that I nearly had my night pieced back together.
"Well, I'm not sure. We split up afterwards. Rosalie had sobered up a little and she opted to take you back to the hotel and Jasper and I decided to hit up a casino for a little bit before coming back. You'd have to talk with Rosalie to see what happened after the one club we went to together."
I couldn't help but groan in annoyance as I dropped my head into my hands, with my elbows on my knees. I really didn't want to be in this mess. It was bad enough to get married to your best friend, but it was even worse when said best friend didn't mind the marriage. I didn't want to believe that Rosalie didn't mind it, but she literally said she didn't mind. She had basically said she had wanted us to get married for a while. I didn't want to deal with this mess, but I had to. Especially since we were going home and I would have to face the parental units. At least my dad didn't live in the same city; he was still in Forks as the police chief. But he was only a small drive away.
"You really don't know anything else?" I asked, desperate for a chance to not have to talk to Rosalie so soon. I knew I wanted answers before we got back and I knew I really didn't want to talk about it in front of other people so the best and only option would be to go talk to her now and get everything figured out sooner rather than later.
"Sorry Bella." At least she looked genuinely regretful. "I know that this is probably a lot to go through, you weren't like Rosalie had practically dreamed of this happening. Just talk to her, she really does like you." Alice kneeled down in front of me, grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my face while she spoke to me.
"She dreamed of this?" I asked. I felt a weird flutter in my chest that I couldn't quite place.
"I swear Bella, you are one of the densest people I know." Alice said with a teasing smile. "Rosalie hasn't really kept her feelings that hidden for a long time. It's a wonder Edward didn't figure it out before last night. Then again, he is the densest person I know."
"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not." I said, meaning that she hadn't called me the densest person.
"It's not." Alice deadpanned. "Just go talk to her and I'm sure you'll feel better."
"Are you really sure?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Of course." She responded with a wide smile.
Alice was the closest thing possible to being physic. According to her, it was something she had always been able to do. I guess while she slept her dreams would reveal things to her and it was up to her to interrupt them. It was hard to believe her but after she predicted several things, I was convinced; especially her entire family was already convinced and had no problems accepting her. Her biological family couldn't deal with it. That was why she was put up for adoption when she was little. Alice says that she doesn't remember her biological family. She says she could only remember her real family, the Cullen's.
"I guess I'll go talk to her before we have to leave." I said a bit regrettably.
"Okay Bella. If you need me, you know how to find me sweetie."
As soon as I stood up, Alice pulled me into a hug and then quickly started to push me out the door. The only resistance I had was from her pushing me out so quickly.
I took my time walking back to her room. I didn't even think to bring my suitcase with me. Emmett would take it down for me since he only had a duffel bag for his one outfit. Instead of taking the elevator, I opted for the staircase so that it would take longer to get back to Rosalie's room. I even paused outside of Edward's room to see if I could hear if he was yelling at anyone. I was really checking to see if Rosalie was there or not. But, I didn't hear anything and someone had spotted me with my ear to his door, so I quickly left the floor and soon I was in front of Rosalie's door. In my rush to leave, I hadn't brought the key she had given me, so I had no choice but to knock. Although, I probably would have even if I had the key.
It taken long for Rosalie to open the door. The look she had told me that she didn't believe I was there.
"Hey." I awkwardly said as I shoved my hands in my jean pockets. I had never felt so awkward before with Rosalie. She had always been the one person I didn't feel awkward with; I really didn't like the feeling. I really wanted it to stop but I couldn't figure out how with the ring still on our fingers.
"When I got back and you weren't here, I had thought you went to Edward." Rosalie said as she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow in her signature pissed off look. But I knew better. She may have been pissed off, it was Rosalie after all, but she mostly felt insecure. She had meant all that she had said earlier, she would never lie to me, and she was probably more than scared about how I would react.
"Can we talk please?" I asked and when she didn't respond, at all, I kept talking. "I was with Alice. She told me all that she knew of what happened last night."
"And you couldn't ask me?" She asked, the hurt just a little more visible in her voice.
"I did and all you seemed focused on was that we had gotten married." I said, trying my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice so I wouldn't piss her off more. Her fingers gripping her arms tighter was a clear sign that she could tell I was annoyed as well and didn't like it. "I just wanted to hear what happened from someone that didn't get married last night." I said with a sigh, really wishing Rosalie didn't have a temper.
"She wasn't with us all night." She eventually said after a few moments of us staring at each other; during which I found very difficult to keep eye contact with her.
"I know. That's why I'm here." I admitted.
"Is that the only reason?"
"Please."
There was no way she didn't know that I wasn't up to seeing her; not until I could get my head wrapped around what had happened. She also knew that I would never tell her that because we both knew that it would hurt her and I wasn't willing to do that. That was the only reason why she gave in. At least, that was the only reason I could think of.
"Come on." She said before turning around and leaving the door open for me.
I quickly followed her into the room and could see that even though Rosalie's person was ready to leave, she still had a lot of packing to do. She didn't have a Jasper to pack for her like Alice did. But I was sure Rosalie would be ready on time. She was a Hale, and a Hale was never late. I had heard that enough times through the years when she was waiting for me to realize that somehow, had to have been magic, she really was never late.
I followed her right into the bedroom where she was organizing her many things to pack on the bed. I sat on the one corner of the bed that wasn't taken up by her things.
"What did you want to know?" She asked as she started to fold some clothes… some very intimate clothes that I would rather she not fold in front of me. I could feel my face heat up and I saw her smirk of triumph just before I turned my head away to look elsewhere until she was done packing her underwear and bras.
"Well, um, I know up until the part of us leaving Alice and Jasper at the club." I told her.
"So you're hoping I'll fill in the rest?" She asked, drawing my attention back to her. Thankfully she was done with her underwear and was moving on to refolding her shirts to, I'm assuming, fit better.
"Yup." I answered, finally feeling a bit more casual around. Like normal.
"Well, nothing much happened. You were wasted and I had to practically carry you back here."
"But, I woke up with no clothes!" I yelled in disbelief. There was no way nothing didn't happen. Something had to have happened. I have never slept naked before; I always wear pajamas.
"Well, when we got back here, I was trying to get you in your pajamas so you would be more comfortable." Rosalie kept folding her clothes, her attention divided between me and whatever clothing article she had in her hands at the time. It was like the story she was telling, the story of me ending up in bed with her naked, since there was no way Rosalie Lillian Hale wouldn't sleep in a bed, was not a big deal. Whereas I was literally hanging on every word she was saying and by the smirk on her face, she knew it. "I had you down to your underwear and then you started getting a little frisky."
"No I didn't!" I automatically denied. That was nothing like me. That sounded like something Alice would do.
"Do you remember last night?" She asked with another arched eyebrow that had me calmed down enough to listen to her reason. Her ice queen look, arched eyebrow and all, was very effective at making me calm down. I could only sadly shake my head in the negative. "That's what I thought. You were drunk Bella, you were actually way past drunk and I feel slightly guilty about that. I should have paid more attention to you, to make sure you didn't drink too much."
"Why would you feel guilty about that?" I interrupted her to ask. "It's not your job to make sure I don't do something stupid."
"Bella, I'm your wife." Even though her tone sounded like she had tried to make me sound stupid for not thinking of that, her smile ruined the whole look. Plus, I didn't want to dwell too much on that fact. "As such, we should look out for each other." I could argue with her, but since she was my best friend, there was no way I wouldn't look out for her. But, I wouldn't not look out for Alice, or Emmett our any of friends. So, it was the same thing.
"Its' fine Rose." I said, quick to reassure her, to not let her keep feeling so guilty about something she needn't be. "I consider it a learning lesson. Better to learn about my drinking limits now, with friends, than at some frat party." I said with a reassuring smile.
"Better to learn your limits in Las Vegas, amongst thousands of strangers? I see what you're doing Bella, but you don't need to. It's fine." She said, turning the tables and reassuring me. "But anyways, when you were down to your underwear, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. And, I'm afraid since I wasn't entirely sober and I was so happy for finally getting married, that I didn't fight you off." I gave her a questioning look, silently asking her to explain further. At that point in the story, I still had underwear on but when I had woken up, I didn't. There was still something missing. "Use your imagination Bella." She said with a huff of annoyance. "You got me naked, I took off the rest of your clothes, I pushed you onto the bed, you admitted you are a virgin." She suddenly stopped talking and looked me dead in the eyes. My mouth was gaping at what she had said, and my face was the brightest red it had ever been in embarrassment from what I had done. "I mean really Bella, how would I not know you were a virgin? Of course you're a virgin. You're such a prude that you give Edward a run for his money. Not that I see anything wrong with that of course, I love that I have a blushing bride."
"Rose!" I yelled, to get her to stop. With another teasing smirk on her face, I knew that she had said most, if not all, of that last part as a way to tease me. It was like she was addicted to seeing me blush since she always seemed to find a way to do it. "Please, just finish the story." I pleaded.
"Fine, take all my fun." Rosalie said as she started to finish packing. "We were naked and I… unfortunately, finally came to my senses. There's no way I'm going to allow our first time together to be when we're, or one of us, is drunk."
"You think there's going to be a first time?" I asked right away, without thinking how it may hurt her. I didn't want to do that, but the hurt I saw very quickly passing through her eyes showed that I did and I instantly felt bad about that. Although, I didn't feel as bad when I saw determination just as quickly replace the guilt. Instead of feeling mostly guilty, I felt mostly nervous about what Rosalie was planning.
"Of course there is Bella. There's no way we're going to stay married for the rest of our lives and not have sex. I won't allow; and I'm sure after I show how amazing we are together, you won't allow it either." I opened my mouth to complain, but Rose held up her hand to stop me. She was done packing, so I had her full attention and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. "Now, let me finish telling you what happened. We were both naked and when I calmed us down, at least a little, your exhaustion finally set in. So, you ran to the bathroom, got rid of all the excess liquor in your system. With that done, you let me lead you back to bed and where we both promptly fell asleep."
"You stayed with me when I was sick?" I asked, ignoring the fact that she just confirmed that we had fallen asleep naked. I had already guessed as much and didn't want to dwell on it any longer than necessary.
"Of course Bella." Rosalie said in a much softer and caring voice. Hearing that tone left no doubt in my mind that she cared. The tone was filled with so much love that I was left confused as to how three words could reveal so much. "Why wouldn't I? Wouldn't you help me?"
"Of course I would." I answered right away. I opened my mouth to question her some more about what happened. I wanted to know what happened from her point of view. I wanted to know what her thoughts were the entire time everything happened last night. Or least, her thoughts about when Edward had tried to get me to marry him instead. But, instead of getting to ask something, her phone went off with an alarm.
"It's time to go downstairs and wait for the shuttle, which should be here soon." She said as she looked at her phone to turn off the alarm. "I also have a text from Alice that says Emmett has your bags, including your carryon that you apparently left in Edward's room."
I couldn't believe I forgot that because it had my laptop in it. In my defense though, there were much more important things on my mind.
"Wait, why didn't she text me?" I asked as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was on vibrate, so I should have felt it go off. But, after checking it, I confirmed that I really didn't have a single text.
"She knew that you are with me." She said and I more than easily caught the double meaning in her words, I didn't need to see her smirk to get what she really meant by her words. "And you are known to sometimes ignore texts and not respond. So, come on. Let's go wait."
She shouldered her purse and then her carryon, while I automatically grabbed her second wheeled suitcase and started towards the door with her following me with the other wheeled suitcase. It was practically second nature to help her without her asking. Though, she was Rosalie Lillian, she doesn't ask for help; she gets things done. Or, in reality, demands that I bring this downstairs for her without once using the words 'help' or sounding like she was asking a question. It didn't take long, unlike most everyone else, to realize that even though Rosalie tended to never ask for things, she really had her own way of helping. It was all in her body language. And I knew her body language well.
"Wait, did you fight with Edward earlier when you left while I got dressed?" I asked just before I opened the door. It was a very important question. If she did fight with Edward, chances are when the two saw each other next, they would become very pissed at each other and I wanted a fair warning of what the rest of our trip would be like. It was bad enough that he was already mad for marrying me, but if they had fought, I was sure his anger would be even worse.
"Of course not." Rosalie with an indignant look and a roll of her eyes, huffed in annoyance at my question. "I just went downstairs to pace around the lobby for a little bit." I nearly sighed in relief that she hadn't argued with him, but the sigh of relief never happened because of what she said next. "I'm waiting until we get to my parent's house so that when he throws a hissy fit, it will be in near privacy and not in front of strangers. It will also ensure that I'll have my beautiful wife to return home to, to help calm me down." The grin she gave me was absolutely lecherous and it was a grin I had never seen on her before. I wasn't at all sure if I liked it or not, but it definitely left me more than nervous.
"Oh, well, good I guess." I awkwardly said before I quickly opened the door to get away from Rosalie and that grin. Naturally, she followed me and I nearly wished she hadn't because from her husky chuckling, I knew that she found my reaction amusing and that just embarrassed me. It was going to be a long ride to the Cullen's house, and then an even longer ride home once Rosalie and Edward were done yelling at each other. I wished I had known what was going to happen so that I hadn't of carpooled with Rosalie.
In case anyone was wondering, I did decid that since in canon Twilight, Alice was able to predict the future as a human, she could do so in my story as well. I wasn't sure how human Alice was able to see the future in canon, so I decided my human Alice could see it in her dreams. It's what makes the most sense to me at least.
