A short drabble:
Edward uncrossed his arms and frowned at his reflection in the bathroom. He moved closer to the mirror and pulled at the bags under his eyes. Blah, he thought. He was going to have to change his myspace mood to 'blah'.
'Move over, emo' Rosalie bustled to the mirror and pushed him aside. Carefully, she brushed both her cheeks with some rose blush. Quite ironic really, she thought. She sniffed at her face and pulled a pout.
Edward groaned.
'Why do you even wear makeup? And I actually mean this, but you are the most beautiful being ever.'
Rosalie tilted her head at him. She looked at herself again. She gave a shrug and sauntered back to her room. Jasper, who was leaning against the sink, looked back down at his feet.
Alice ran around the house. Spotting Jasper in the bathroom, she rushed up to him. Jasper could feel frustration and desperation coming off her.
'What's wrong?' He bent down so he could look her in the eye.
'No time now Jasper! I have to find something to wear! I was up all night! Nothing!' Alice was almost on the verge of non-existent tears.
'…But…but, baby, you have the most extensive wardrobe of anyone probably in this town. Maybe even state. Surely…something…' his voice soothed her and he gently held her in his arms, rocking them both slightly from side to side. Without needing to use his 'gift', he calmed her down; the way only her lover could.
Alice jumped up and Jasper looked up to see Emmet walking up to the bathroom.
'Uh! Everyone has their own little bathroom, why do we all feel the need to share this one? It's as if we're just normal people!'
Emmet grinned and flexed his muscles in the mirror.
'I'm feeling especially lucky today, seeing as how today I have my rugby tryouts. Alice! Help me find something to show off my muscles.'
'Anymore people and this would be Big Brother.' Straight after Alice said it, Rosalie sped back in here to grab her lip gloss. Alice sighed.
'Why must you insist on makeup Rose?'
'All I ever put on are blush and lip gloss so enough already!! Seeing as how being a vampire doesn't help with the complexion I have to fake it! Another annoying nuisance of being a vampire.'
She stalked out of the room. Emmet gave a small 'huff' sound and followed her out.
Edward sighed and bared his teeth at his reflection.
'What dear brother? Trying to make sure you're not going to cut Bella up?'
'Alice!' Edward turned around and gave her the old death glare. 'I have not made a single move on her, and I don't intend to.' And besides, he thought desperately, no one is supposed to know.
'Yeah, but you're only doing that to save her. Oh well, it will happen, and it shall happen. Don't deny it Edward.' She moved in close but all Edward heard in her mind were algebraic sums.
All normal for the Cullens. Edward sighed and reached up to his hair. His gaunt reflection caught his eye. Blah, he thought. How anyone could think a vampire beautiful beyond compare was beyond his thinking.
Bella…was his last thought as he started his Volvo.
This is before the official romance of Bella and Edward in Twilight. Happens after Alice has her vision of them. If you have read Midnight Sun you will know. So this is set after Bella sees Edward trying to change his classes. The day after!