[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
[A/N] Welcome back, my dear readers. Thank you for reading my story.
This chapter here is dedicated to DawnLeon and Vixenu.
**16**
Rosalie Hale was good at pushing away unpleasant thoughts. At least it had been that way all her life. Now things had changed. She didn't want to think about the stolen kisses she had shared with her best friend. Rosalie didn't want to think about them and get these waves of tingles all throughout her body.
Oh Bella, she thought with a sigh, while she caressed the frame of the picture standing on the desk in her office. Charlie had taken the picture on the day of the girls School graduation. Bella looked lovely, even in the ugly yellow color of their graduation cape.
"Hey Blondie!" Paul called her from the other side of the garage. "Can you move your sexy ass over here?"
Rosalie took a deep breathe. Paul was new here. That was why the poor guy had no idea that it was never a good idea to speak to Rosalie in such a way.
With the widest fake smile Rosalie was capable of, she walked down towards him, letting her hips rock lightly back and forth as she moved.
"Do you need help with anything?" she purred, leaning over his desk so that he could enjoy the view right into her cleavage.
"You could help me with whatever you want, Blondie." Paul chuckled. He reached out his hand and placed it on Rosalie's backside. Next thing he felt was how his own arm was twisted around on his back.
"Ouch! Damn it! Let me go, bitch."
"It's Rosalie, not Blondie or bitch. The next time you molest me, you can sure pack up your shit and go. Now, do your work and leave me the fuck alone."
She tightened the grip around his arm for a moment before she pushed Paul away.
"You almost broke my arm." Paul whined. "Are you fucking insane?"
"The next time you try to make a move on me, it'll be your dick I break. Consider yourself warned."
Behind them someone laughed. "Paul, I warned you. That's what you get from trying to hook up with the ice queen."
Paul hissed and spit out on the ground. "She's probably a dyke."
"Any woman would rather be a dyke than ending up with a sexist asshole like you." Rosalie snapped. "Now, do you have to ask about something work-related or did you just need some inspiration to jerk off in the restroom?"
Working in a garage was tough for a girl. Rosalie had known that from the first day she had started working for Uley Repairs. She loved what she was doing though and everyone, especially her boss Sam had to admit that she was great at it.
"There's a new client downstairs." Emily, Sam's heavily pregnant wife told Rosalie. "It's just some broken back-light. Do you think you can take care of that before your lunch break?"
"Yes, of course." Rosalie stated. "By the way, can't you tell Sam to stop hiring complete morons like Paul?"
xxxx
The red-haired woman leaning against the hood of the silver Volvo seemed tensed though. She was dressed in a pair of blue scrubs and was nervously biting her bottom lip.
"Please, tell me it's really just the light." The woman pleaded. "If there's more damage behind it, I'm screwed."
Rosalie reached out her hand to the woman. "Hi, I'm Rosalie. I'll be taking really good care of your baby here." Rose petted the hood of the car. Then, she walked around it and kneeled down. "Did you hit something? A hydrant maybe?"
"It's more like someone hit me." The Redhead stated. "A young girl bumped into me on the parking lot of the hospital. At least nobody got hurt."
Carefully, Rosalie inspected the back of the Volvo. There was a mark of some yellow car finish on the bumper but apart from that and the broken light things looked good.
"Your car will live. I hope the chick that damaged it is going to pay for it."
The woman sighed. "I'm sure I can sort this out with her. She gave me her phone number. The poor thing was completely irritated. It was probably her first accident."
She opened the backdoor of the car. "Are you awake, sweetie? Come here. We need to get our car repaired before we go home."
A small girl climbed out, holding on to her baby doll as if it was a live-saver.
"Hi there," Rosalie greeted the girl, waving her hand at her. "Who are you?"
The girl's brown eyes turned bigger than they already were. She turned to the woman and pressed her head against her side. "Momma, I want to go home."
"Don't be shy, darling. This nice woman is going to repair our car. Maybe she'll let us watch."
"Really?" the girl asked, raising her head. "I get to watch?"
"You can even help me if you want to." Rosalie offered generously. "How old are you?"
"Senna is five." The woman answered. "I'm sorry. I know people tend to get annoyed when you bring your kids with you everywhere. But I couldn't manage to get a babysitter this soon."
"It's fine. I don't mind." Rosalie assured her. "Now, Senna, would you like to help me to fix your car?"
The little girl nodded eagerly. "Momma, can I help her?"
"Sure, honey. That would be lovely."
Rosalie laughed. "This is good. I'll be able to work much faster with your help." She pointed towards her toolbox and told the girl which tool to bring back to her.
"You are good with kids. Do you have some of your own?"
"Not yet." Rosalie told the woman while she placed the fragments of broken plastic on the ground. "But my best friend has a little daughter around Senna's age."
"That's nice." Redhead stated. "Senna, darling, be careful with the glass. I don't want you to cut yourself."
A few minutes later the damage on the woman's car had been fixed. Rosalie had found herself a new admirer.
"Can I come and help you again?" Senna asked shyly. "I want to."
"Maybe, if your mother allows you to." Rosalie stated. "Now, Ma'am, if you could follow me into our office, so that we can handle the unpleasant part of paying."
The woman lifted the girl up and kissed her forehead. "Momma is so proud that you helped the nice lady. You're Momma's big girl now, aren't you?"
Rosalie's mouth curled into a smile when she watched the two of them sit down on the chair in the small office. What a cute pair of mother and daughter, she thought. I really can't wait to have kids of my own.
"How much do we owe you?"
"Well, that would be 85, 90 please. Cash or credit?"
"Who has cash these days? It's all about plastic money." She pulled out her wallet and handed Rosalie a credit card.
As soon as she read the name written on the piece of plastic, Rosalie cringed. "Esme Cullen?"
"Yeah, that would be me. Are you well, Miss. You are looking a bit pale."
"It's fine, Mrs. Cullen." Rosalie croaked, slicing the card through the machine. "Thanks for visiting Uley Repair. Have a good day."
As soon as Esme Cullen and her little daughter walked out of the office, Rosalie grabbed the phone.
She knew that Bella would be at the station now. "Forks Police Department, this is Deputy Swan speaking."
"Hello Deputy Swan. Is my best friend around too? I'd like to speak to her."
Bella chuckled into the receiver. "Hi, Beautiful. What's up?"
"You never guess who just walked out here." Rosalie said.
"Who?" Bella asked curiously. "Some celebrity?"
"No, way better, it was Carlisle's ex-wife. Oh, my god, I want to hate her but I can't. She's such a nice person."
"Was she at the Garage to make you a scene?"
"No, she's just a client. She didn't know who I was. Look, this was so awkward somehow. I thought his ex-wife was some stupid bitch from how he talked about her."
"Nobody speaks nice about ex-partners." Bella stated. "How long were they married?"
"I don't really know. They have been divorced for five years now. She still hasn't changed her name back. Isn't that weird? Maybe she still has feelings for him."
"You seem jealous. Anyway, shouldn't you better be having this conversation with Carlisle?"
"No way! He'd think I'm jealous, which, just for the record, I am not."
Bella cleared her throat. "I think I'm a bit jealous. When I told you I wasn't that was not the truth."
Rosalie twisted a wisp of her long ponytail around her fingers. "You are jealous of Carlisle?"
"Yes."
"But why?"
"Because I feel like he's taking you away from me." Bell admitted. "I don't want that to happen."
"No one could ever take me away from you." Rosalie whispered. "Don't you know that you are the most important person in my life?"
Bella sighed. "I don't know why it feels so weird when you tell me stuff like that." After a little pause she added. "It's all because of the kiss. The kiss has made me all confused in the head."
"I can't stop thinking about it either." Rose mumbled. "I never thought that kissing a girl would feel that incredible."
A deep chuckle right behind her, made Rosalie drop the phone. "Bella, I'll call you back, honey. Kay?"
With the brightest tint of pink on her cheeks, Rosalie turned to Paul. "Ever heard of knocking?"
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You tend to miss the most interesting things if you do that."
"Piss off, asshole and mind your own business."
"What a man-hating bitch you are." Paul murmured. "I knew you are a lesbian. I just knew it."
xxxx
Rosalie wiped some steam from the mirror in her bathroom. she wrote with her fingertip. You are not gay now, girl. Are you?
I knew you are a lesbian.
All that Rosalie knew was that kissing Bella had meant something. It had meant more than it was supposed to mean. But you couldn't change your entire life because of one single, well two amazing kisses.
On the edge of the sink, next to Rosalie's countless beauty products was her engagement ring. She had taken it off for taking a shower and didn't feel like putting it back on.
After quickly brushing through her blonde curls, Rosalie went to her bedroom and hopped on the bed. She reached for her pillow and pressed her face against it.
Would it be that bad if she was actually gay? Rosalie wondered. Love is love. Isn't it?
She knew that she loved Bella more than anyone else. But this love was not a sexual kind of love. At least it had never been until the kissing. Well, and then there had been this awkward but very excited phase of experimenting together. Rosalie could still remember the feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach when Bella had placed her hands on her breasts.
"No, they are not too big. They still fit in my hand and guys have bigger hands than me, you know?"
Fuck, Bella, we are so gay for each other like some neon colored rainbow. Rosalie hummed against the pillow in front of her mouth. Well, just because we are attracted to each other in that kind of way, doesn't mean we need to act on it. Yes, maybe this was going to be the solution to the whole emotional chaos. She and Bella needed to learn to suppress those feelings. Their friendship was too precious to Rosalie to be risked.
"I love you, Bella." Rosalie whispered into the darkness of her bedroom. "But if I let you love me like this, it will ruin everything between us. I can't risk for that to happen. I just can't."