[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Welcome to a little update. I want to thank you for the lovely reviews and alerts. It's great that some of you like this project. Thanks for your support.

FAQ's

Is it easier to be gay when you're more of a tomboy?

That depends on how you define easier. From my personal point of view the answer is yes. I feel like there is a lot of mistrust towards feminine women in the lesbian community. How do you feel about that? Let me know.

Anyway, enough with this boring A/N and on to the chapter itself; I hope you'll enjoy.

**5**

I had never felt as sore like this. After a few minutes of tossing around on my bed and ignoring my alarm clock, I forced myself to get up.

Mom was already downstairs, sipping on a glass of green vegetable juice. She was on a diet now and it wasn't having a good influence on her mood.

"Morning," I mumbled, sitting down at the table. I winced. God, I felt just awful.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"No, I'm good. I just have cramps from my period." I lied quickly, filling a glass with water. At least my wrist wasn't hurting anymore.

"You can stay home today if you aren't feeling well." My mother suggested, gulping down the rest of her drink with a wrinkled nose.

"Really?"

She nodded. "But remember that you are still grounded. No trips to the mall or wherever you like going."

"I'll stay home. Can Bella come over later to visit me?"

My mother raised one eyebrow. Then she walked over to the dishwasher and placed her glass in it. "You and that strange girl are friends now?"

Actually, we are a lot more than friends. My memory instantly went to what had happened yesterday. The sex with the dildo had been painful but oddly good at the same time. I definitely wanted to do that again. Well, I wanted to do that again as soon as I stopped being so terribly sore.

"She's gay, you know?" Mom started and the tone of her voice made it obvious that she didn't really approve of it.

"What is wrong with that?" I snarled, unable to suppress my anger. "Maybe, I'm gay too."

"Oh, Mary Alice, don't be like that now. You're nothing like this Bella girl. She's not even a real girl. Just look at the way she dresses."

"Mom!"

"Don't raise your voice. I can't stand that."

"But you don't even know her. How can you talk so mean about her? I like her."

Mom shook her head. "I would like it better if you'd stayed away from her. Bella is a bad influence."

My eyes watered with tears. I didn't feel strong enough to keep this conversation up. Mom knew shit about Bella.

"I'll lie down a bit in my room. Do we have some Advil or something like that?"

She handed me some pills and I swallowed them with a bit of water before I walked up the stairs.

There I pressed my face against the pillows on my bed and sobbed silently into them. I felt like crap. It was as if my mother had thrown dirt upon my feelings for Bella and that was just awful.

My phone vibrated and I grabbed it from my nightstand to pick up the call.

"Hello?"

"Wow, you sound bad. Are you sick, princess?"

"No," I cried. "I'm just pissed at my stupid mother. She doesn't want me to see you again."

"What? Why?"

"Because, she's fucking stupid," I sobbed, wiping my running nose at the back of my hand.

"Did you tell her that we are together?"

"I tried to…but she just can't stand you because you are different than others."

Bella cleared her throat. Then she offered to ditch classes today to spend the day with me. I told her to go to school. Charlie wouldn't like it too much if he'd find out about it.

The pain medication made me drowsy and when I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon. A knock on my window startled me.

"Are you crazy?" I told Bella, opening the window for her. "Why didn't you just use the door like a normal person?"

She grinned and climbed through the open window. "This makes it more adventurous. It's like I'm your secret lover or something close to that."

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her with me towards my bed. When we fell down on it, I whimpered. Crap, why was I still so sore?

"Are you sore from yesterday?" Bella asked me. "I'm sorry about that."

I shook my head and pulled her face closer to mine to be able to kiss her.

"Maybe you should take a nice hot bath. It will help your muscles to relax." She suggested.

A few minutes later when I sank down against a cloud of vanilla scented foam, I sighed deeply. The warm water felt nice.

"See, I knew this would be good." Bella stated, sitting down on the edge of the tub.

"Do you want to get in too?" I asked her, my face turning hot.

"You're one bold girl, aren't you?" my girlfriend stated, pulling her sweater over her head. I kept my eyes on her the entire time it took her to remove the rest of her clothing.

When she stepped into the tub a bit of water splashed on the bathroom floor.

"Let me hold you." she whispered, snuggling against me from behind. "I'm sorry that you had a fight with your mom because of me."

Bella's breast pressed deliciously against my shoulders. I took her hand and planted a kiss on each fingertip. "My mother and I are always fighting. She didn't handle the divorce very well."

"Do you still see your father?"

"He's in Biloxi with his second wife. I don't really like her too much."

I sighed and turned my head to kiss Bella's mouth. "At least our moving here meant that I met you."

"You are cute, princess. I really like you a great deal."

Her lips found mine again and we stayed in the tub until the water eventually got too cold for my liking.

My hair was a frizzy mass and I sat down on the closed toilet seat and tried to comb through it with my fingers.

"Your hair is sexy like this."

"Thanks." I stated. "I like it better when it's straight. That makes me look older."

I heard the door downstairs and a moment later my mother's voice called for me.

"Mary Alice? Kid, I brought some Chinese for you! Are you hungry?"

"I can leave." Bella mumbled. "I don't want you to have any more trouble with your mother because of me."

I shook my head. If I wanted to make things between me and Bella work, Mom would have to accept our relationship.

With my hand in Bella's, we walked down the stairs. "Hello, Mom."

"Hey, Mrs. Brandon," Bella greeted my mother, granting her a big smile that exposed all of her teeth.

"Mary Alice, why is she here? Didn't I make myself clear earlier?"

I frowned. "I'm old enough to choose with whom I want to spend my time."

"Mary Alice, I warn you." Mom hissed through her teeth.

"Alice, I'll leave. I don't want you to get into trouble because of me."

"No!" I called out. "I want you to stay. Mom, stop being a bitch to her."

My mother exhaled through her front teeth. Then she leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry. Look, Bella, I just want what's best for Mary Alice. She's my only child."

"And I am obviously not what you consider the best for her, right?"

Now, Mom's face turned red. "You're different. You're not like any of Alice's other friends. She's so girly."

"I know exactly how Alice is like. That's part of why I like her."

"My daughter is not like you, so stop influencing her."

My nerves had never been the best and so I snapped. "I am exactly like Bella and if you don't like that I'm in love with a girl, I can call Dad and ask him for money for my own apartment."

Mom got a little bit pale around her nose. "Don't call your father. He would think all of this is my fault like always."

Bella cleared her throat. "Maybe we should all sit down and take a deep breathe to calm down."

"I don't want to calm the fuck down." I hissed. "I want her to understand how I feel about you." My eyes filled with tears. It was an embarrassing habit that I always started to cry when I got agitated.

"Are the two of you a couple?" Mom asked.

"Yes, we are." Bella stated. "I like Alice a lot and it would be great if you could try to accept that somehow."

Mom's mouth twitched. "Well, she's still grounded and not allowed to have any visitors. So, I would suggest you leave now."

"Goodbye, princess." Bella mumbled, planting a kiss on my cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

With that she walked off, leaving me alone with my mother who spent the rest of the afternoon asking me endless of her annoying questions. If I had always felt that way, she wanted to know. No, I told her.

If someone had molested me and that was the reason why I didn't like men. God, my mother was so full of stupid prejudices. It was ridiculous.

"I just like her. Can't you try to understand that?" I told Mom, stuffing the rest of a cold spring roll between my lips. It tasted awful.

"I don't like her. She's having a bad influence on you."

"Bella didn't make me gay."

Mom frowned. "You said yourself that you never had that kind of feelings for another girl before. That makes it pretty obvious that she's kind of tricked you into this."

Tricked me? How can you trick someone into believing you are gay?

"Can I go to my room now? I have some homework to finish."

She sighed and nodded her head. "Fine, go and finish your homework. It would be better for you to focus on school anyway. Your grades aren't that good."

I rolled my eyes at that comment and rushed up the stairs, locking the door of my room behind me.

There was a new text on my cell when I grabbed it from my bed.

Your mother isn't my biggest fan. I'm sorry u is in trouble because of me. Kiss B.

I dialed the number of Bella's house, waiting impatiently for her to pick up. It was her Dad who answered the call instead of her. Crap.

"Hi, Chief Swan, this is Alice. Can I talk to Bella?"

"She's in the garage, fumbling around on that goddamn bike. I should force her to sell it but she has put so much work into it."

"I can imagine that." I told him, sitting down cross-legged on my bed. "Would you be so nice and tell her to call me back?"

"Sure, Alice, I can do that."

"Thank you." I told him. I was just about to disconnect the call again when he cleared his throat.

"I think that my Bella really likes you a great deal. Try not to hurt her."

"I won't."

"Good, because she's not as strong as she wants you to think she is. Don't tell her that I told you but Bella is the most sensitive person on earth. She's all hard from the outside but that's just a— oh, there she comes. Bella? Your girlfriend is on the phone."

There was some mumbling in the background and then Bella's voice reached my ear.

"Hey, princess, how are you?"

"I'm good. Mom asked me a tone of stupid questions. She thinks that you made me gay. Isn't that stupid?"

Bella chuckled into the receiver. "Well, maybe she's a little bit right about that."

"I don't think so. Anyway, I'm glad that my mother knows the truth now."

"You didn't need to tell her about us. She can't stand me."

I sighed. "I care about you. If she doesn't like that, it's her problem not ours."

"Such a fierce little princess, I'm proud to be with you."

"I'm proud to be with you. How was school by the way? Did I miss anything essential?"

She slurped on something and coughed. "School was the same shit as every day. The only difference was that I didn't have your pretty face to look at for a distraction."

My insides tingled. I loved how it made me feel when she told me that she found me pretty.

"There's something though. You can tell me no, if you want to."

"Tell you no to what?" I asked, hugging my pillow against my chest.

"Well, you know that Prom is going to be next month. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my date for that."

My heart made a funny little back flip in my chest. "Yes, yes, of course. I'd love to go with you. Are you going to wear a tux?"

"I would look pretty stupid with heels and a dress, don't you think?"

"I've never seen you in girly clothes, so I can't know for sure. The thought of you in a tux though…that's sexy somehow."