Hello to all!
First things first, thank u for the wonderful reviews. And thank u for understanding.
Second, after checking and looking up stuff, it turns out that I have Insomnia. Three of my family members have it, and that's why I can never really get to sleep and stay asleep. But, I assume some part of my body doesn't know or what not cuz every few days I crash and sleep all day. Then, stay awake for hours the rest of the days.
Third, because of what I stated above, I figured since I rarely get any sleep that I might as well do something with it. So, I'm going to be writing out the rest of the fic. I'm going to have each chapter like 4-5thousand words, a lot more then previous ones. I'm hoping to get a chapter done every two days, so hopefully I'll start posting near the end of the month.
..I just wanted to do this chapter to update u guys on what's going on. So, yeah. Hope u understand and enjoy this chapter.
Rosalie just glared, "You don't know that." She said. Gabriel just shrugged her shoulders and stood up, Rosalie standing up a few seconds after. The duo just strolled about, past people on deck chairs. They watched as stewards scurried about, trying to serve tea or hot cocoa to the first class men and women.
Rosalie had a silly smile plastered on her face. "You know, my dream was to only become an artist? Just chuck it all and live a poor, but free life!" Rosalie said. Gabriel laughed, shaking her head. "You wouldn't last two days." She said, then proceeded to count why on her fingers. "There's no hot water, no one to wait on you hand and foot, and hardly any caviar." Rosalie stopped and turned towards Gabriel, and poked her finger in the middle of her chest. "Look here...I hate caviar!" She yelled, "And I'm sick and tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and pat on the head." Rosalie said, her eyes screaming murder at Gabriel.
Gabriel rested her hand on Rosalie's shoulder, "Look, I'm sorry. Really." Gabriel said. Rosalie nodded and breathed in and out, calming herself. "It's fine. It's just, there's something inside of me. I don't know what it is, whether I should be an artist? Or perhaps as dancer, like Isadora Duncan...a wild pagan spirit." She leaped forward, landing deftly and whirls like a dervish. She smiles at Gabriel, whom just chuckles.
The ship was painted with the orange light of the sun setting. Gabriel and Rosalie were leaning on the A-deck rail, shoulder to shoulder.
Gabriel was telling Rosalie of her trips all across the world. "So, after I got tired of working as a waiter, I decided to venture down to Los Angelas to the pier of Santa Monica. It's a very lovely place, they even have a rollercoaster. I sketched portraits there for ten cents a piece." "A whole ten cents?" Rosalie asked. Gabriel, thinking that Rosalie really didn't see that as much, just shrugged. "I could make a dollar a day if I was lucky, so it was great money. But, that was only in the heat of the summer. When it got cold, I decided to go to Paris and see what the real artists were doing."
Rosalie smiled at Gabriel, "Why can't I be like you? Head out for the horizon whenever the moment strikes me." She then made her face serious, "Say we'll go there, to that pier. Even if we just talk about it." Gabriel chuckled, but nodded her head. She swiped her hair back, "Okay, we're going. We'll drink the cheapest beer that they have, and go on the rollercoaster." She says with a smile.
Rosalie nods her head, but then her face is drained when she sees her mother, looking at her with detest for hanging out with Gabriel. Gabriel notices the blondes gaze, and turns her head to see an older blonde.
Rosalie coughs a bit, "Mother, may I introduce Gabriel Swan. Gabriel, this is my mother..Judy Hale." Gabriel bows her head, a small grin on her face. Judy's face is blank, looking at Gabriel like she was an insect that needed to be squashed. When it was clear that Judy wasn't going to say anything, Rosalie walked to her and intertwined there arms. "Shall we go dress, mother?" She asked. Judy said nothing and turned the two of them. Rosalie looked over her shoulder, "See you at dinner, Gabriel."
Gabriel nodded and watched the two blonde women leave. When they were out of sight, she turned around and rested her hand on the railing. How the bloody hell was she going to be dressed for the dinner, when she didn't own a thing to wear?
"Need some help?" Gabriel heard behind her. She turned around and saw a pixie haired woman, this was of course...Alice Whitlock. "I couldn't help but overhear that you'll be going to tonight's dinner and it looks like you have nothing to wear." When Gabriel didn't say anything, Alice just smiled and turned around. "Follow me." She said, not bother to check if the redhead was following her.
Gabriel followed the pixie haired girl into, what she assumed, was her room. 'My name's Alice by the way." The pixie said. "Gabriel." Gabriel said with a huff. "Nice meeting you Gabriel, now stay there." She said, then disappeared into another room. Gabriel looked around and found that the room held a lot of pictures, most with Alice and what appeared to be, her husband.
"I hope this is okay, there my husband's." Alice asked. Gabriel turned her eyes forward to see Alice holding up a nice, long white dress shirt, black dress pants and black dress shoes. "I didn't peg you as a dress kind of girl, hope there okay." Gabriel nodded and accepted them, going into the bathroom to change. Alice smiled and said welcome, then sat on the bed and waited for Gabriel to come out.
When she did, Alice smiled and nodded. "Looking good." She said. And, Gabriel did. The pants weren't to big nor lose, and the shirt hugged her right but was still a bit big. "Why are you doing this?" Gabriel asked Alice, going into a chair to put on and tie the shoes. Alice just shrugged, "I can never say no to someone in need, and you looked like you were in need." Alice answered. Gabriel nodded, "I'll pay you back someday. I don't know how or when, but I will." She promised. Alice just waved her hand.
"No, if you'll excuse me, I must get ready myself." Alice said in a dismissive like tone. Gabriel nodded and left, her mind wondering what tonight's dinner would hold in store for her.
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-hope u enjoyed. And, again, i'm going to try and finish up the story and hopefully post the chapters near the end of the month. Hope ya'll understand.
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