Notes Eight!

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Rosalie's POV

I rifled through the cabinet that were we kept spray paint, hoping that we'd purchased what I needed at one point or another. We kept this little stash in case we ever needed to get out of a town unrecognized; it's amazing how a simple paint job can make a car look completely different. I reached around hues of blue, green, purple, finally coming to the section that was mostly reds.

I grinned in triumph as my hand found its treasure: a can of bright pink spray paint. I pulled it out; shaking it to make sure it wasn't empty.

As I did a little victory dance, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket, and I quickly moved it to my ear, seeing that it was Alice.

"Hello?" I said, knowing that she'd have seen my plan, and hoping she was calling to give me advice rather than tell me not to do it.

"You can't paint the whole thing. Bella needs to be sitting on it, to keep him in there. He'll be very angry, so her safety will be the only thing that keeps him from breaking the car to get to you."

I faltered for a moment. Even though I knew Alice's power, it was still a shock when she seemed to know everything. I looked again at the can in my hand, still hoping to use it for some type of revenge. I realized that, though I couldn't do the entire thing, I could probably do something smaller.

"If I can't do the whole thing, what should I do?" I asked, trying to think of designs or patterns I could use.

"Flowers?" Alice suggested

"No, not masculine enough." She murmured to herself, answering her own question.

"Animals?" I suggested, making up my mind to do it so she's see the outcome.

"No. Too unusual. It would draw attention."

"Flames?" I asked, again reforming my future.

"Perfect!" She squeeled, "He'll be furious! I'll be home in a few minutes, don't start without me!" She hung up, and I grinned in pure glee as I reached back into the cupboard, looking for a darker shade to accompany the pink I already had. I found one that was more on the reddish side of what I needed, but it would nevertheless suit my need perfectly.

Bella's POV

I sat on Edward, waiting for Alice to get here. I'd been thinking so hard about why I'd need an oxygen mask that I'd forgotten about the paper Emmett was bringing me. He appeared on the trunk once again, holding my paper in his large hands. He'd gone overbroad and gotten me a full ream of paper; which was about 499 pages too much.

"Thanks." I told him anyways, ripping open the packaging and drawing out a fresh sheet.

I picked up my pen once again, pondering words that I should write to Edward; but at that moment, Alice's Yellow Porsche hummed to a halt next to me. Alice hopped out, her arms loaded with enough bags to cover Texas.

She ran them inside faster than I could see and was again at my side in an instant. An oxygen mask (I'm assuming that's what it was, it looked like what an oxygen mask should) clutched in her hand.

I had to look at the mangled-looking piece of equipment for several seconds before I could really believe what I was seeing.

"Do you like it?" Alice squeeled, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"It's pink." I stated, still staring at it in disbelief.

"Yes! How cute is it!" She turned to Emmett for another, hopefully more excited, opinion.

"It is pink, Alice." He said, his boulder-sized shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "But why does Bella need an oxygen mask?"

"Emmett, get off the car." Alice told him, and he quickly obeyed; when Alice tells you to do something, you listen!

"Now, Edward, Bella is on your trunk. You cannot burst out without risking her life. No one is on the trunk to stop her from flying off if you loose your temper. Remember that." She patted the top of the trunk for emphasis, and Emmett moved a little closer, his curiosity reaching its max.

"Bella needs an oxygen mask because humans shouldn't be exposed to the smell of spray paint. It's bad for their brains. And since Bella can't hold her breath for long, she needs the oxygen mask." She smiled like that explained everything. When Emmett and I both stared at her in confusion, she rolled her eyes, and pointed towards the garage. Rosalie had just emerged with two cans clutched in her hands. She stalked towards the Volvo, looking like some sort of avenging angel of paint (for I assumed that the cans she held were the spray paints that would damage my brain if I smelled them.).

"Because Rosalie is going to spray paint Edward's car. With flames." She grinned like she'd come up with the idea, which she probably had, and added "Pink flames." Emmett collapsed on the ground, and I could feel the trunk of the Volvo vibrating under me. I pulled out the sheet of paper I'd started, picking up my pen once more.

Edward's POV

An oxygen mask? Why would Bella need an oxygen mask? Still curled in the trunk of my beautiful, wounded car, I tried to think of all the possible things Alice could have foreseen that would require an oxygen mask.

I checked back in with Rosalie's thoughts; she'd been singing 'The llama song' in her head for the past few minutes. That worried me; my siblings only sang pointless songs to keep me out of their heads.

And they only kept me out of their heads when they were planning something.

'Llama, llama, cheesecake, llama…' she continued, completely obscuring any other thoughts she was having.

I sighed.

Emmett rushed back onto my trunk, making the car bounce more than it needed to, just to annoy me. I couldn't believe Bella was letting them do this to me. When I reviewed my actions from a third party perspective, I had to agree with her that I did deserve it, but no matter how many times I told myself that, it still felt unfair.

Emmett handed Bella the paper, and I heard Alice's Porsche coming quietly up the concealed driveway. I clenched my teeth in dread; Alice was singing 'Rich girl' in her head. Not good.

I could hear her as she rushed all her purchases inside, and then sprinted back out here to Bella's side.

"Do you like it?" I hear her giggle. Having had much experience with that tone of her voice, I assumed that she was bouncing in her excitement for whatever she had in her hands.

I prepared myself for whatever Emmett was thinking, and dived into his thoughts to see what Alice was showing them. Emmett wasn't even trying to block his thoughts, nor picturing obscene pictures of Rosalie, as I'd been expecting.

Alice held a pink oxygen mask in her hands. Pink. Oxygen mask. I rolled my eyes, wondering how on earth she managed to find things like this.

"It's pink." Bella commented, Emmett looked at her and I got a perfect visual of my traitorous angel. She was staring fixatedly at the mask, horror written all over her face.

"Yes! How cute is it!" Alice trilled, turning to look at Emmett for his thoughts.

"It is pink, Alice." He said, his thoughts swirling with suppressed laughter. "But why does Bella need an oxygen mask?" I held my breath for her answer, still unable to hear anything though the 'nah-nah-nah's of Alice's chosen blockade.

"Emmett, get off the car." She commanded him. Uh-oh.

"Now, Edward, Bella is on your trunk." I braced myself for whatever she was going to tell me, knowing that she would tell me Bella was on the car unless she didn't think I could handle whatever she threw at me. "You cannot burst out without risking her life. No one is on the trunk to stop her from flying off if you loose your temper. Remember that." The pat that she bestowed upon the top of my hideout made the entire trunk vibrate slightly; her making sure that she got her point across. Through Emmett's eyes I saw the scene come closer as he shuffled towards Alice, his thoughts rooting for more humiliation on my part.

"Bella needs an oxygen mask because humans shouldn't be exposed to the smell of spray paint. It's bad for their brains. And since Bella can't hold her breath for long, she needs the oxygen mask" Spray paint? Oh no…She wouldn't. Painting my car was an unspeakable crime, one they would never do. We may not have souls, but we all have brains. They should know that I would kill them if they did that. Well, kill them again. But why else would Bella need an oxygen mask? What else would they be spray painting? Anger started to broil up inside of me.

I heard the garage door open and Emmett's thoughts returned to his usual Emmett-thoughts as Rosalie came into view. Two cans of spray paint in her hands. Emmett started thinking things that I would rather go deaf then hear, so I shoved his mind as far away as I could and went back to using my senses for information.

"Because Rosalie is going to spray paint Edward's car. With flames." Alice's chipper voice stated. I reminded myself that Bella was on the trunk. If I let my control go, I'd burst out and she'd get hurt. But that couldn't stop me from vibrating with anger. How could my siblings do this? They would pay.

"Pink flames." Alice added.

Bella is on the trunk, Bella is on the trunk, Bella is on the trunk… I chanted to myself, blocking out all other thoughts. Of course it would be pink flames. Not enough to just poke a hole in my car, paint on flames, and leave me to mourn the loss of my dignity in peace. Nope. It had to be pink flames.

Another note poked though said hole in my car, and I grabbed it quickly, eager for a distraction from the revengeful fury.

I'll let you out if you forget everything that happened today. All of it.

Her note was an ultimatum on paper, clearly telling me that I could either pursue my chance of finding out what was bothering her, or listen to my car be tortured. It was a tough choice. On one hand, I really loved my car, but I knew I loved Bella more. Even the slightest chance that I had to make her feel better about whatever it was that hurt her, I had to take it. I picked up the pen to write that I'd stay in here, endure this horrible torture, when a flashback took over my mind.

(Picture this scene with some kind of inspirational music in the background. I like 'Chariots of Fire')

Flashback: Takes place in some large city that they lived in, before Forks.

I stood in a car lot, looking at all the choicest available. Nothing was bad, but nothing was what I needed. I sighed; I'd never find the perfect car for me. Someone thought 'wow, that is some car' behind me, and I turned half-heartedly, expecting another car that was nice, but meant nothing to the true driver inside me. I nearly fell over when I saw it. The beautiful silver car coasted into the lot, seeming to go in slow motion as it passed me. My eyes followed its course, my heart locking onto the car. I ran over to the driver, stopping him in his U-turn.

"How much do you want for your car, sir?" I asked as politely as I could, dying to get inside and speed off into the sunset. Well, the clouds covering the sunset.

He looked at me in shock, evidentially thinking I was joking. He turned in his seat to see behind him, continuing his U-turn, and I drew out my checkbook.

"How much?" I asked again, putting a little more urgency in my voice.

"You're serious, kid? You can't afford this car!" He laughed, and I was suddenly tempted to just throw him out of the car and drive away.

"I can. How much?" Something in my expression must have told him that I was perfectly serious, for he eyed me speculatively for a moment.

"Sixty thousand." He said. I wrote down the numbers, knowing that it was way over the price it should be, but not caring in the least.

I tore out the check, signing my name with a flourish. I handed it to him, and he stared at it dumbly for a moment.

"You're kidding. Very funny, kid." I almost growled at him.

"I am not kidding. We can go cash it right now if you'd like." He glared at me for a moment. Before pressing a button on his console.

"Get in." He said, motioning to the back. I climbed in, halting my breath as the smell of human engulfed me. I was strong enough to take it, but that didn't mean I should purposefully tempt myself. The car was unusually clean for a human's property, and I was relieved that I'd only have to wash out the human smell once the car was mine.

The man looked at me every few seconds in his mirror, his thoughts revolving around how bad he'd hurt me when the check wouldn't cash. He didn't seem at all concerned that I was a serial killer or thief; thinking that he could take me if it came to a fight. I smiled.

We pulled up to his bank and marched inside, my check held tightly in his hand. He handed it to the cashier without a word, and her eyes bulged as she saw the numbers. She quickly typed in the information, and then disappeared for a moment, returning with a small sack full of bills. The man's eyes were in danger of falling out as he took the sack reverently.

"Thank you for your business. Please come again." The woman said, her voice layered with false 'come-hither-ness'. It's what happens when you suddenly have money. We both strolled back outside, and I rushed to my new car, sliding into the driver's seat.

"Need anything out of here?" I asked him, and he shook his head, handing me the keys in a kind of daze. I drove away, leaving him standing there stunned on the sidewalk. I had a car. And I was never going to let it go. I patted the dashboard softly and, pressing down on the gas, I accelerated off into the distance.

Back in the present

I couldn't let this happen to my car. I loved Bella more than any car, and she knew that, but there's an unbreakable bond between a man and his car. Bella didn't even want me to find out whatever was bothering her. She'd prefer that I take her option. I moved to write down my unwilling consent when another piece of paper popped though the hole.

And you also must give me your iron-clad, unbreakable word that you will not take me to another prom. Or any other dance.

My jaw clenched again. It was only a car, right? These were her human memories she was risking.

No deal. Tell them to do their worst.

HA! Edward's car story! I love it! Did you picture some pretty music? Makes the drive into the sunset beautiful! Let me know if you have any questions!