I'm such a douche...

Rated: T ( I haven't really changed this in a while so...Boom. Changed it.)

Disclaimer: Don't own the Twilight series. Ya know always cry myself to sleep just because of the fact that I don't own the Twilight series. Haven't updated this either...but some things don't change. ( Sigh ) Yeah I'm gonna stick with that for the rest of the story.

Summary: White Roses were the purest of them all. They symbolize love, peace and promise. Yet Bella just didn't understand how this white Rose had been tainted black.

Pairings: Bella/Rosalie, Little bit of Bella/Edward, Emmett/Casey, Jasper/Alice, Esme/Carlisle, those are just the main ones for now. Yep updating them all...tell me what other couples you'd like to see make an appearance.

Rules

Defining moments. Scenarios such as this one. Where the wavering line between love and hate draw thin, but you can't really call it that...or can you? It's a decision that conflicts your emotions. Though there is a satisfying saying such as 'Love shall triumph even the most harsh trials' Well not in this case. It's all about safety. It's the most logical reasoning. Why love something you can't protect? Exactly you don't...but no one ever really has a choice in who they fall for. Or maybe it should be no one can truly deny their own destiny - Fate. It surly does play one demented game of chess.

Those are the rules though. You take one red chip, then automatically you can't escape the inevitable taken black chip of yours. But one can wonder though. If you're playing a game of chess with fate, then isn't the game already written in black on the white walls? Laughter. You'd get laughed at in the most embarrassing moments of your mediocre life. Everyone knows that fate isn't truly set in stone. You see there that's the tricky part. It isn't about whether there's a path already created for your tiny feet to graze upon. Everything has to do with how you play your game of chess.

The game of strategy right? Yes you've almost got it. You have to pick where and how you place your pieces carefully. You make one mistake, and it might cost you the game. Yet there's another curve ball they threw your way. The secret is; the game never runs out. Back and forth, over and over. You repeat the mantra endlessly. Messed up right? Well, it's what destiny wanted you to think. Now destiny and fate, two very similar, yet honest differences. In theory they should be the exact same thing, but nope. Totally different meanings. Also two different games. Though she guess she shouldn't really get into that second one yet. She'd like to tell you though how she ended up here.

See this is where she went wrong. Wrong timing, terrible judgment; bad move. Rosalie had placed her black chip in the wrong spot, at the wrong time. She's losing the game right now. Though the option is still on the table; either backtrack her piece while her move is still in the air, or set it down and just play the field. Quick decision...

"Rosalie...we can we to talk?"

Rosalie nearly stilled her hands from the wheel, taking a long glance towards her mate. The voice was thickly layered with anticipation, and what seemed to be desperation. Bella kept her gaze locked on the blonde, afraid if she'd look away then she might lose the courage. She couldn't let herself become that girl with the inability to communicate.

The one that fell for that misunderstood boy, who was never really meant for her. She couldn't become that weak minded Bella. Not in this moment; she wanted to deal her own cards, instead of letting herself be pushed around by that indecisive dealer everyone so carelessly let take over their lives. Bella needed to be strong. Her decisions needed to be placed strategically and firm, all the while having purpose. If she didn't have a backbone, then where would she be now?

Depending on Edward for so long drastically changed her. For the better and for worse. He taught her that not everything so out of the ordinary should be ignored. That pushing past the boundaries could mean you'll only end up with something either so beautiful, or your own demise. Yet in the end it'll all be beneficial for the long run. She had lost herself in the process though...Bella had let him dictate her life for so long, she had been blinded by how she was slowly but surely losing her piece of confidence. Every decision she hadn't even thought once about how her opinion would matter; it was Edward. All she cared for was his opinion and how she should carry out his decision.

Before him, her dependence was impenatreable. She as an independent as a twenty seven year old. She hated asking for help, in her mind that was for the weak. The people who thought they couldn't handle the hard situations that was thrown their way. Bella had let it in sink in her mind, that she didn't really need anyone. She could function on her own. While having the compassion for others, she still kept up with caring for herself. So when Edward happened it was all new. He liked control, so she just stepped aside letting him take the wheel. Something she promised she'd never do.

Rosalie was different. Of course Bella knew of the blonds obsession with the need for control. That didn't mean one thing though. Rosalie strives to have that composure, to never let anyone see past her facade. Yet Bella had seen it, she had seen the glimpse and infrastructure of the blonde. A few of the times might have been just a slip up, but she was sure Rosalie purposely tried to let it all down around her. That was one of the difference between the two siblings; the one that held so much importance.

Edward had never let her see him at his low. Not purposely, nor had he grown comfortable enough to let himself confined in her. Not that she was saying he hadn't put any effort in trying, but she knew how difficult it was for him. Yet she needed that, what Rosalie was giving her. Rosalie was showing her that not only did she need Bella to depend on her, but she also needed Bella as someone she could depend on.

For Rosalie, she didn't need to change. Rosalie had an effect on her, that made Bella want to be a stronger person. Someone Rosalie could confide in, she wanted to be one of the ones Rosalie felt she could trust...and that was where Bella drew a blank. She didn't know what to make of that, or everything Rosalie makes her feel. This was out of Bella's element; her own feelings. Something so foreign even to her mind.

"I don't want you to feel as though I'm not paying attention to you Bella, could this possibly wait until we get back?" Shaking her head Bella smiled softly.

Whether Rosalie knew it or not, she was extremely sincere and compassionate.

"You always listen, even when I rant about nothing. Honestly I think you pay more attention to me speaking rather than actually working on your cars." Rosalie flicked her eyes towards the brunette keeping a small gaze towards the road.

"You're important. If it means I have to block out everything else to ensure I memorize details you deem worthy then I will."

Bella nodded swallowing the last ounce of doubt. When Rosalie looked back to the road, but continued to gently rub her thumb against her hand, Bella tried to keep the splitting grin forcing on her lips. She had grown accustomed to their intimacy, welcoming it with wide arms. Though she hadn't gotten used to the warmth building, followed by the aftershock of her mind short - circuiting. There were feelings she couldn't even name that came with the contact...and that alone gave her the frightening thrill.

With Rosalie It was always a roller coaster of emotions. There had never been a dull moment where Bella felt like that odd sense of excitement had faded. They shared something breathtaking, and it frustrated Bella how she couldn't name what.

"You're so much more than you give yourself credit for Rose." Rosalie applied a bit more pressure on their linked hands, but stayed silent.

"You're gorgeous, but it means so much more. It's deeper than just your beauty. You care more than you let on but when you do let someone see just how much you can. They'll see just how warm you are. All anyone needs is to warm you up a little. Stay around long enough to see your beauty. You're so worth it. Every last second with you is worth it. You don't talk much but when you do it's with a purpose and honestly one word from you and my senses are completely shot."

Pausing Bella smiled when she saw the small smile forming on the blonde's lips. Looking down to toy with the vampires unoccupied hand Bella nodded. She needed Rosalie to know this, to know just how important she is to her. Rosalie needed to hear this.

"You're passionate. When something really grabs you're attention enough for you to persuade it further you devote your time to it. Work hard to get it done efficiently until you think it's perfect."

Bella tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She didn't want to choose her next few words carefully. She wanted to say them just as she was thinking. All she had to do was push past their boundaries just a little bit.

"You want to believe them when they say you're beautiful but you don't care for their word. You hate it when someone calls you perfect because you think they're holding you to high expectations. You're beautiful because you don't see your inner self as so. You're stunning because I don't need to hold you at high expectations. I know what you're capable of, you're capable of making me better,"

Rosalie had taken nearly all attention off the road. There was a weakness in finding your mate. Once you've put all senses on just them and ensuring there protection, you're very vulnerable. You're blind sided when you have a intimate moment such as this with your mate. It's one of those completely dangerous scenarios.

"You have this hold on me...that feels so right, and so hard to understand. You're perfect because you're so breathtakingly imperfect...and - "

The tires screeched scratching the dark pavement almost clean of all concrete. Rosalie's arm shot out long beforehand to secure Bella. She didn't move an inch when the car jerked forcefully; in a halt that would have killed any human instantly. For a second longer she made sure that Bella was completely intact. Seeing nothing more than just dilated pupils, and hearing the heart racing through her ears Rosalie growled. He had upset her mate. She could hear the painful anticipation of Bella's pulse so clear.

"You're fine Bella...I promise."

And she hated how tense and strained her voice had managed to come off. It was only another reminder on how she couldn't put her temper at bay long enough to comfort her mate. Yet she knew it was only a part of protest of the inner beast that she hadn't already confronted the reason for her mate's distress. Out the corner of her eye Rosalie took note of Bella eyeing her silently, and she wanted nothing more than to turn and send reassurance.

But she couldn't.

There was a threat detected, a beast that was now prowling around one of her prized possessions. She could hear the low growls rumbling behind those lipped tight teeth. Her eyes followed his movements, flickering to the rear view mirror when he circled around the car. Rosalie waited hands gripping the steering wheel as he stopped his movements to stare her down. For a moment his eyes flicked to Bella, and she heard a drastic change in Bella's heartbeat...it was almost safe; thumping into a comfortable, soft content rates. It was one of recognition, Bella trusted the 'beast' showing just how comfortable she could be with the unknown.

He let out one more growl in warning, before sending her a sound nearly close to a small grunt. Rosalie dipped her head understanding it's underlying purpose.

Again I'm such a douche...I totally know, but this little snippet was to get back into the ball...ya know get it rolling a few inches or so. And I'm so sorry for not updating and the worst part, is I don't even have like a legit reason. So ummm...Again sorry, just hoped you liked the mild change of pace for the story. Promise I won't take forever to update this time.

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