Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.
A/N: katie, i dont know who your dealer is, but that must be some good shit. you're not touching my jake. i still love you though. here - have a hug. TWILIGHTBOY continues to give me the giggles. you are all just making my under parts happy with the awesome reviews.
ive been asked a few questions and they will all be answered in the upcoming chapters. one i didnt answer in the story, though. leah throws a candle holder when she is on the phone with seth, in case you were wondering.
there is of course some good stuff coming up, but i think this chapter is my favorite. and i think erica agrees. she was even "heard" to remark (via gchat of course) ... Erica: have i told you how much i love this chapter? really? i do
this chapter is for my girls and our boy. and my T.
Chapter 13: I'LL BE WAITING
...i'm the one who really loves you baby, i can't take it anymore...
I am not a big fan of crowds, but I'd heard that Halloween in Hollywood was something to experience. Rose, on the other hand, assured me that was not the case.
"Honestly, Bella. You get completely dressed up, walk four miles in a crowd so dense no one can even see what you're wearing. Then you get to where you're going and its so packed full of people you can't get a drink and when you do, it gets spilled all over your costume."
I laughed, pulling Alice into my lap on the bed. "So what exactly are you saying, Rose?"
"I am saying we are NOT going out on Halloween. However," she crawled closer to me, her nipples hang over Alice's mouth. She took advantage while Rose kissed me. "I will never tell you that you can't dress up for me."
"Really?" I smirked at her before poking her bottom lip with my tongue.
"Uh-Huh." The discussion ended then, mostly because Alice's fingers had assisted her tongue in distracting Rose. I enjoyed watching, with them both between my legs. Alice lazily dragging her fingers up and down Rosalie's slit. Teasing Rosalie's free nipple while Alice adored her with her mouth. My other hand gently stroking Alice's hair away from her forehead. It was fantastic watching them play, watching - and listening as Rosalie came. Kissing her sweet lips while she shuddered against Alice's fingers. Before long I was soaking wet and more then pleased when it was finally my turn.
Instead of going out, we decided to stay in and watch scary movies with Emmett, Edward and Jasper. Leah was warned this time, but it didn't matter. She was hired to do hair and make-up for the Halloween Masque at the Playboy Mansion. She pretended she would miss Rose and Alice, but we knew she would be enjoying the eye candy.
We had a great time with the boys. Feeling bad for Emmett we piled on top of him, so he didn't feel completely unloved. None of us would agree to sit on his lap though.
The holiday wasn't totally lost to the foot traffic of Santa Monica Blvd. I still had to chaperone the Halloween dance at school. Principal Banner asked that we all come in full costume. I didn't volunteer. Emmett did - for the both of us. I understood that Mrs. Cope, the Home Ec teacher couldn't stand for more than ten minutes at a time and I also understood that Mr. Phillips, Twelve English, was having ankle surgery that weekend. Our pod was the youngest and least handicapped, so of course we had to chaperone.
Alice came through for me though. I couldn't go in some slutty school girl uniform or as the Devil, but I needed a full costume. After a thorough pass through Google, Alice found a website that sold full replicas of the Disney Princess gowns. I went going as Belle.
To make the experience more complete she found Emmett the exact outfit the prince wore in the final scene of the movie. Emmett looked better than the Beast and the prince. He was a little more excited than I was about it, but I was still looking forward to dressing up and seeing my students have a good time.
Rose was spending the night in Brentwood with her mom. She'd hadn't spent time with her in a while and her mom had been calling a lot. I promised her I would take a lot of pictures and even put the dress on for her again if she wanted to play under my skirts. She seemed to like that idea.
Leah was home, but Alice was the one who was going to fix my hair and do my make-up. She always looked fantastic so I was more than happy to have her attending to me for the evening. Which would have happened if Shaq hadn't come into town.
I was in the shower when I heard a knock at the door. It had to be Leah cause Alice doesn't knock.
"Come in," I yelled over the spray. I heard the door open and kept scrubbing my back.
"Come to my bathroom when you're done." The "whatever" tone in her voice bounced off the walls.
"Why?" I asked with sincerity.
"Because I'm gonna do your fucking hair, that's why." Her tone didn't change. The door closed before I could ask a follow up question. I'd found out eventually, that Shaq was in town and had been given Alice's name by one of his former teammates. She was excited to play along all fourteen square feet of his back.
I finished up, a little nervous that I was about to walk into the final stages of a murder plot, but I was wrong.
Leah was waiting for me in their bathroom. She was definitely in her element. She had her ipod docked on its speaker set and Snoop was playing. Her make-up kit was on display and all of her blow dryers and curlers were ready to go on the counter. I paused, looking at the impressive set up.
"You have somewhere to be, right?" she asked, testing the heat of the flat iron with her fingertips. Apparently I was taking too long to sit down.
I palmed my blackberry and pulled my robe tighter around me. I walked in and sat down in the chair.
Leah went right to work with a blow dryer and my round brush. I kept my eyes focused on my blackberry, afraid to look up in the mirror. Leah was not the type of person who would want me evaluating her unfinished work. I tilted my head from side to side per her gentle direction.
I checked my email over and over until, thank god, Rosalie sent me a text.
Hey sweetie. Miss you.
I text her back the same, asking how the time was going with her mom.
Meh. You almost ready?
Sort of. Baby bailed. L is doing my hair.
Oh. Tell her I said hi.
"Rose says hi," I said loud enough for Leah to hear me. I peeked up at her reflection. Her brow was contorted in concentration.
"I love you," she said moving on to a new section of hair.
She says she loves you, I typed.
Awww I love you both. Take pictures.
Her mom pulled her away to watch a movie so I busied myself with some Solitaire. I was beginning to notice that Leah really did have good taste in music. Just as she was about to finish my hair I risked certain death and asked her what song we were listening to.
"It's called Back in the Day," she said flatly.
"Christina right?" I asked about the familiar voice.
"Yep."
I sat in silence for a few more minutes while she placed the final bobby pins.
"Hey do you think –"
"What?" she pressed.
"Nothing. Nevermind." We never talked. There was no way to have a normal conversation.
"What?" she said again.
"No, I just really like a lot of these songs. You think you could burn some of them for me?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks," I said softly, ending the second non-hostile conversation we'd had in two months.
When Leah was finished I fought every single muscle in my face not to smile. I looked amazing. My make-up was perfect, light but enhancing and my hair made me look like I'd walked right out of the cartoon. And I couldn't let her know just how I impressed I was with her work. Leah was smug and she knew she did a perfect job. Most importantly she didn't give a shit what I thought.
I put my phone down on the counter and leaned a little closer to the mirror, examining my eyeshadow and the canary yellow ribbon that formed the tiara.
"Thanks," I said calmly. I glanced up as she was rolling up her hairdryer.
"Come on," Leah said, then nodded towards the door.
"What?"
"I've seen that dress. You can't get into it alone."
"Oh." With that Leah and I headed into my room and she messed around on her phone until I had my panties on. The dress had a serious bodice situation so I didn't need a bra.
Leah was all business, helping me into my costume. It only took us a few minutes to get it on. My cleavage was spilling over, but the skirts were so big that it took away from what my breasts were doing. Leah handed me the gloves that completed the outfit along with a little yellow satin purse for my wallet and such.
After double checking my hair and make-up she helped me down to the truck and assisted me in getting into the high cab without slamming my dress in the door. She didn't say a word.
I headed towards the school and arrived just on time. Emmett was waiting for me with Edward and Jasper by the door of the gym. He looked so handsome in his costume. Edward and Jasper looked AMAZING, both donning black pinstriped suits and fedoras. I almost drooled a bit. Seeing them together I knew I could have brought one of the girls, but I kinda liked that no one, but these three knew the exact details of my love life.
They showered me with compliments about my hair and Emmett gave my cleavage a gentle poke. I threatened to knee him a vagina of his own if he did it again.
I turned to Jasper and Edward. "Who are you two supposed to be?" I asked, trying not to oogle too much.
"Clyde and Clyde," Edward smiled, pinching Jasper's butt. He jumped, blushing like crazy. I giggled and took Emmett's outstretched arm and followed the boys into the gymnasium.
The dance went off without a hitch. Angela and I ended up hanging out by the refreshments most of the night while the boys were on actual patrol, making sure no one was getting swirlies in the boys locker room or getting high in the parking lot. Angela and Ben came as the Joker and Harley Quinn, a nod to Ben's comic book obsession. She looked great.
Halfway through the night Angela and I were ambushed by Nessie and her two friends, Maddie and Amanda. Not having come with actual dates, they came together dressed as a dog, a cat and a mouse respectively. They were too freaking adorable, until they started asking questions.
"Miss Swan, where'd you find that dress?" Maddie asked.
"My roommate found it online. You like?" I curtsied a little, earning a few giggles, even from Angela.
"Yes. You look so pretty," Nessie added.
"Miss Swan, are you dating Coach Cullen?" Amanda asked.
"Oh that's why you came over here. – No. Don't be silly." Amanda dodged a playful swat from me.
"Why not? He's cute," Maddie asked.
"That's enough, girls. Nessie, I think Erik is looking for you," Angela teased. Another round of giggles had Nessie blushing like crazy under her little dog ears. Nessie had developed a little crush on her leading man.
She'd confided in Angela and I as to why she was so nervous to kiss him on stage. She got over that bit of stage fright in the first rehearsal when he slipped her the tongue. We told him to cool it, but he kept it up. They'd been going out for two whole weeks.
The three of them scurried off to find Erik while Angela and I continued to scan the room for mischief and busy hands.
"God, why can't unitards have pockets. You have any gum?" Angela asked.
I opened my little satin bag to find that not only did I not have any gum, but I didn't have my phone.
"Shit. I have some up in my room. Here, I'll be right back," I told her.
She waved me off and I scurried down the dimmed hallways towards my classroom, trying my hardest not to trip on my skirt. I had a mountain of Orbit in the top drawer of my desk. The students weren't allowed to chew gum, but there was nothing worse than being that teacher with the stinky breath. I also knew better than to stick it under my seat.
I grabbed a pack and paused for a sec looking at sticky note on my desk in need of tossing.
"Well aren't you just the Belle of the ball." I looked up to see James standing in my doorway. Appropriately, he had come as Freddy Krueger. His mask was pushed up over his head and he was slowly pulling off his clawed gloves.
"I was just heading back down," I said swallowing. He started walking closer to me. I knew James was a flirt with no concept of personal space, but I didn't want to stab him in the throat with my scissors if he was just saying hello. Still, I did a quick inventory of everything within reach that would at least take him out for a few moments.
I decided leaving would be better than violence, so I quickly headed towards the door, trying to push passed him. It didn't work.
James grabbed my arm, pulling to him. "Where you going?'
"Back to the gym," I said through my teeth. "Let me go.
"Why? I finally got you away from Cullen." My nostrils flared as the piece of shit ran a finger tip down the center of my cleavage. "And I heard things were on the rocks with your girlfriend."
"Actually. Things are just fine with her girlfriend." I had never in my life, been so happy to hear that voice. Leah was standing the doorway, holding my blackberry in one hand and her motorcycle helmet in the other. I thought she'd given Edward the evil eye. James dropped my arm and backed away from me cautiously.
My feet took me right to Leah's side. She reciprocated, wrapping her arm securely around my waist, then very deliberately kissed the corner of my mouth. "You left your phone at home. You okay?" She put my phone in my hand.
"Yes. I'm fine. I have to get back," I told her.
"Okay." She took other my hand and pulled me down the hallway. As we rounded the final corner towards the gym we ran into Edward and Emmett outside the men's room. They were waiting for Jasper. The rest of the hall was empty.
"Oh hey, Leah," Emmett said nervously when he saw us. He hadn't forgotten her opinion of him either.
"Emmett. Do me a favor and actually keep an eye on our girl, would you?" Leah said. Emmett looked between us quickly. Before I could explain Leah kept talking.
"I'm gonna go. Call me if you need me, okay?" Her tone was sincere.
"Okay," I said quietly. Then she kissed me. It wasn't a long, tongue probing, take-me-now kiss, but an I-genuinely-care-about-you-and-I-want-you-and-these-dick-head-guys-you-work-with-to-know-it kiss.
Our lips parted and my eyes fluttered open. "Bye," I whispered.
"Bye. – Emmett seriously," she growled the last bit.
"Okay! Fuck." I felt bad because Emmett had no idea was going on, but my guilt was wildly over shadowed by my conflicting feelings for the raven haired beauty who had disappeared down the hall.
Jasper's voice called me back down to Earth and I quickly explained to them what happened. By the end of the thirty second story, Emmett was seething.
"I don't care if I get fired. I'm going to rip his fucking arm off and shove it up his ass," he barked. Just then James popped up down the hall. When he and Emmett made eye contact, Emmett lunged for him. Jasper and I both grabbed an arm holding him back. James took off in the other direction.
"Emmett! No!" I cried.
"Bella, Let go," he said quietly.
"No. Emmett. You will get fired and none of us want that. Please. I'll report him to Banner, just please, come into the gym," I begged.
He took a deep breath and turned towards me. "You tell Banner right now."
"Okay. Right now. Let's go," I said tugged him with me. We found the principal standing by the bleachers with his wife. He was a giant ram and she was Little Bow Peep. It was cute and a little kinky, but that didn't matter at the moment. I told him everything that had happened and Emmett added that he wouldn't be held responsible for his actions if nothing was done about James.
Banner took the accusations seriously and sent Jasper and Ben to find him. Edward and I stayed with Emmett to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. They gave up when they found that James's car was missing from the lot.
I held onto Emmett's hand for the rest of the dance, making sure he didn't take off to go look for him. I even got him to smile when I told him why Nessie and her girlfriends were giggling and pointing at us from across the gym. The rest of the night went smoothly and as he walked me to my truck I made Emmett promise me that he would let Banner handle things with James. He finally agreed when I reminded him that the shit head wasn't worth his job.
I was beat when I got home. Beat and anxious.
I knew deep down nothing had changed for Leah and I, but she had been so incredibly thoughtful that night. She didn't have to help me get ready, or bring me my phone, or save me from James. And she definitely didn't have to kiss me. But she did.
I knew better than to approach her about anything. Our encounter on the stairs had cured me of any inclination to ask those sorts of questions. I did want to see if she approached me differently, though.
She was passed out on the couch, wrapped in a blanket when I walked in the door.
I turned when I heard Alice whisper a hello. She was tip toeing out of the kitchen.
"Hey. Undo me, will you?" I showed her my back and she made quick work of the zipper. The whole time I watched Leah, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming deep and slow. She was so beautiful.
"She's exhausted," Alice whispered over my shoulder. "I just got back."
"She was probably waiting up for you," I said. Alice didn't reply.
"All done. Your bed or mine?" She had her evil little grin plastered across her face. I took a deep breath glad to be free of the corset.
"Yours. Let me just take this off." After a quick kiss, I walked up to my room and let the mass of fabric drop to the floor. I scooped it up to lay it out on my bed. I stopped short, eying a little stack on my comforter.
In the center of my bed was a neat pile of burned CDs. Impatient, I grabbed my MacBook and dragged the MP3s into my iTunes library. Four CDs were filed a collection of hip-hop, pop and quality 80's jams, almost five hundred songs in total. A fifth CD, shoved in the middle of the stack, held eighteen tracks, listed in some sort of logical order - all of them love songs.
so leah is starting to thaw, but there's still more drama to come. it wouldn't be any fun if everything was all sunshine and lollipops overnight.
if you've been paying attention you already know what 13 of the love jams are.