Never Again, Chapter 11: Out of the blue

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"Please?" He murmured again into my ear.

"Nope." This was getting harder and harder. How could I refuse him anything? But when was he going to get the message?

"Please?"

"No."

Edward sighed and pulled himself away from me, scowling.

"If you loved me, you'd let me."

I laughed. I'd heard that one before.

"If you loved me, you wouldn't be pressuring me into doing something I didn't want to do." (Use this line! It works!)

"You've done it before," he shot back.

"So?"

"So, it's no big deal," he shrugged.

"No big deal? Edward, sex is a very big deal!"

I felt like we'd been going around in circles with this conversation. Jazz was working all night, so he'd suggested Edward stay over to keep me company. Of course, Edward had thought that meant we'd be doing something more than on the other nights he'd stayed over…

"How can you say that? Your first time was when you were fifteen!"

I rolled my eyes. I knew he'd hold that against me. No one was ever going to let me forget that.

"I don't want your first time to be like my first time," I told him. "It should be special…mean something…"

"It will if it's with you!"

I sighed. He really wasn't going to back down.

"We will, Edward. Just… not right now."

"Well, when, then?" He wanted to know.

"I don't know." I honestly didn't. For the first time in my life, I was…worried. I really didn't feel ready to sleep with Edward yet.

"Well, when you do, I'd appreciate it if you would share that information with me," he grumbled.

"Oh for God's sake, you sound like a spoilt child," I snapped at him, taking my glass into the kitchen for a refill to get away from him.

I filled up my glass and then stood staring out of the kitchen window, watching the rain swirl in the wind.

What should I tell him? When should I tell him? I didn't think I'd ever be ready. I just didn't feel inclined to sleep with him. What the hell was wrong with me? I loved him, I needed him, I wanted him…why was this such a big deal? It shouldn't be, like he said, for me. He should be the one all worried. I shuddered as I remembered how sick with worry I'd felt that first time…

A knock at the front door burst me out of the dark bubble that clouded my mind. I walked down the hall and turned the key. Who would be calling at this time of night? I opened the door, and stood on the porch was a dark figure, covering their hair from the rain. Very blonde hair…

"Ugh, Bella, let us in, it's chucking it down out here," she winged. I knew that moan…

I stood there, staring, mouth hanging open. What the freaking hell was she doing here?

"Bella? Snap out of it and get out of the way!" She pushed passed me into the house, and I closed the door. I turned around to see her taking her coat off, shaking out her wet hair.

Rosalie.

With bags.

What the f**k?

"God, gormless, say something," She said in that horrible voice of hers.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing here?"

"Oh, that's lovely. That's what my darling brother has let you become, is it? A filthy teenager with a mouth that belongs in the gutter?" Typical Rosalie; always thinking everyone else was below her. She ignored my question and made her way through the house.

"Oh!" I heard her utter, and I followed her into the living room. "Who's this?" she wanted to know, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at Edward.

"Edward. My boyfriend. What are you doing here?"

A flawlessly tweezed eyebrow rose at the word 'boyfriend', but she decided not to press it.

"Where is Jasper?"

"At work. Now, what. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I was fighting hard to keep my tone polite and volume on a normal, conversational low.

Rosalie sighed. "I've nowhere else to go, Bella," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes shadowed with sadness.

"Don't give me that crap. You always were a drama queen." I sat back down on the couch next to Edward.

"No, really. This place was my last choice," she sniffed, glancing around disgustedly. I rolled my eyes. "Mom and Phil kicked me out."

I laughed. "Why? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" She near-shrieked, flapping her arms around dramatically. "I just lived! And mom said that I couldn't live off her forever, and that I should take a leaf out of Jasper and Bella's book, because they're the children to be proud of," she mimicked mom's annoyed tone almost perfectly. It was strange hearing it again after all these years. "I tried my friends, some friends they were. I tried family, but they told me to get lost. I tried to get my own place, but mom and Phil wouldn't pay me a penny! So, I ended up here!" She finished her story with a flourish, sitting down in the armchair.

"Guess what, Rosalie?"

"What, Bella?"

"NO." I said fiercely.

Rosalie glared at me for a fraction of a second, and then something extraordinary happened. Rosalie started to cry.

"Bella," she sobbed. "I don't have anywhere to go. Please? How can you do this to your own…your own…sister?" She was nearly hysterical now. But I wasn't buying it. She took drama in High School.

"I'm sorry, Rosalie. We don't have the room." It was true, we didn't. And I somehow couldn't see Rosalie kipping on the couch.

"She can stay with us."

I stared at Edward incredulously. (Sorry. I really like that word!)

"What?" Rosalie and I said together.

"She can stay with me and Emmett," he shrugged. "We've got the room."

"Eeeeeeee!" Rosalie squealed, springing up from the chair and pulling Edward up off the couch, hugging him and jumping up and down.

"No! No, Edward, you can't! I'm sorry, Rosalie, you're going to have to go somewhere else."

"It's fine, Bella, honestly. Emmett'll love the company."

"Listen to your boyfriend, Bella," Rosalie said, all traces of sadness and tears gone. Bitch.

"It is not fine! You can't just turn up in our lives now expecting us to just take you in. Jazz won't let you. For crying out loud, we left!"

"I'm not expecting you to take me in," Rosalie said smugly. "Your lovely boyfriend agreed to do it instead."

And it had started off as such a normal day.

"You're staying here tonight," I said. "You're going to talk to Jasper when he gets home."

"Ugh. Fine," she huffed.

A few hours later, Edward and I were curled up in bed together, drifting into sleep…

"Get up. NOW." An authoritive voice woke me with a start. The light flicked on, and Jazz stood in my bedroom, still in his uniform, glaring. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"Jazz! It's four in the morning!"

"I know."

"Then… what… huh?"

"Why is Rosalie asleep on my couch?"

"Oh," I said, as I remembered the evening's events. "That."

"Well?"

"Ugh, we'll explain in the morning," I told him.

"Night, Jasper," Edward mumbled drowsily. "Turn the light off on your way out."

Jazz glared some more. "When I wake up," he warned. I nodded. He left the room, flicking the light off as he went.

"Bella?" Edward whispered.

"Huh?"

"I can't sleep," he told me, running his hand up and down my thigh.

"Count sheep," I suggested sourly. I rolled over, pulled the covers tighter around me and fell back into a deep sleep.

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