Prompt: Chocolate. Thanks, Elle!

AU, Non-canon, Un-beta'd

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. The Twilight Saga and all characters, recognizable settings, etc. involved within are the property of Stephenie Meyer.

Rating: M

A/N: Thank you for all the reads, reviews, and alerts!

If you like this, I highly recommend audreyii-fic's "The Sad Girl and The Angry Girl" ( s/5913448/1/The-Sad-Girl-and-the-Angry-Girl). She's a fantastic writer and it's an awesome little fic.

"Bella," Leah announced. "Bella, Bella, Bella. Tonight!"

"Tonigh' wha'?" Bella slurred in response, the liquor and heat of the bonfire warming her body, making her feel both sleepy and energized, drunk and sober. It made her feel alive and free and a little wild.

"Tonight! Tonight we celebrate our final stage. Acceptance." Leah proclaimed, nodding decisively...and taking another shot.

An odd bond had developed between the heartbroken girls, bound together by the supernatural, their awkwardly dating parents, and a shared general dislike of anything even slightly romantic or cute or sweet...or well, anything and everything really.

The commiserated and opened their souls to one another, for in so many ways, they were the only ones who could truly understand the others pain.

Pain.

Pain they didn't want to have anymore. Pain they realized they needed to move past and let go of because come hell or high water there had to be something better than the bullshit they'd been living in.

So together, Leah and Bella researched and read and finally decided that the best way to truly let it all go was to follow the Kubler-Ross Model of Grief, for the girls were indeed grieving. They grieved the loss of love, the loss of autonomy, the loss of self-esteem, the loss of motivation, and occasionally the loss of sanity. Fueled by chocolate and alcohol and the occasional joint, they burned through their pain and moved along the course of grief to acceptance.

Denial was met with Bella's homemade chocolate brownies and cupcakes, valiant attempts of holding back tears, and firm proclamations to anyone who dared asked that they were "JUST. FUCKING. FINE!"

Anger found them screaming "It isn't fair!" Anger later found then breaking into Charlie's liquor cabinet and discovering the numbing pleasure of tequila. Anger led them to tearing through package after package of Little Debbies, taking turns belligerently cussing out Sam and belittling his manhood, and somehow making their way to the abandoned Cullen mansion and breaking out all of the windows.

The next morning, anger took the form of worried parents, the hangover from hell, and strict groundings for each girl.

Bargaining brought with it lowfat chocolate anything, dark chocolate with high levels of cacao (that was quickly abandoned because although it might be healthy, it tasted like fucking dirt and the girls decided that it just wasn't worth that nastiness), and desperate pleading with God, Taha Aki, Joel Osteen, the Reverend Webber, and anyone else that would listen that Bella and Leah would do anything, be anything to it all back, go back to the way things were before. Bargaining also brought red wine which the girls figured was good because although it tasted nasty (though far less nasty than the 88% cacao dark chocolate they tried to choke down) it was good for the heart...and far more acceptable than tequila.

Depression found Bella and Leah in a love affair with Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Therapy, angsty, foreign film-noir, and brought with it the discovery that not all wine tasted like ass. Depression also brought Jacob to his wits end, and with that it brought a bowl and sticky weed. Suddenly, depression wasn't so terrible after all and ice cream was fucking awesome.

Acceptance brought the girls college applications and thoughts of what they really wanted for the future. Acceptance brought Bella to a nursing program in Port Angeles and the realization that she didn't really want to leave Forks. Acceptance brought Leah to the study of law enforcement and a string of steamy one-night stands.

Acceptance brought the realization that it was going to be okay. That they would be okay.

Acceptance also brought them to a bonfire with several bottles of chocolate liqueur.

Acceptance brought Leah and Bella revelry and excitement...and drunkeness.

"Bella," Leah announced. "Bella, Bella, Bella. Tonight!"

"Tonigh' wha'?" Bella slurred in response, the liquor and heat of the bonfire warming her body, making her feel both sleepy and energized, drunk and sober. It made her feel alive..well, kinda.

"Tonight! Tonight we celebrate our final stage. Acceptance." Leah proclaimed, nodding decisively and taking another shot.

"I wonder what he tastes like," Bella mumbled into her cup, her bleary gaze flickering between the delightful chocolate liqueur and one of the guys at a nearby fire.

"Who? What the hell are you talkin' 'bout, Bella? What I'm sayin' is, what I mean to say is, I mean, is that acceptance is...I mean, to accept...what the fuck are you doing, Bella?" Leah slurred out as Bella pushed her way up to her feet and started staggering over to the boys.

"Bella! Bella! Whatcha' doin'?!"

"Imma find out, Leah...I am soooooooo gonna find out." Bella mumbled with a decisive little nod of her own.

"What the fuck are you finding out, Bella? You aren't making any goddamn sense. Anyways, acceptance. What was I sayin'?" Leah asked, gazing up as Jacob plopped down beside her in the sand.

"I haven't a clue, Leah. No one knows what the fuck you girls are going on about, sweetheart." Jacob muttered as he tried to discreetly hide the liquor bottle.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doin', Bella?!" They heard Paul screech from across the beach. Jacob and Leah quickly looked up and...and were stunned to say the least.

There was Bella...

"Is she climbing up him like a...like some sorta goddamn monkey?" Leah asked, thoroughly amused at the boldness of her otherwise shy and demure little sidekick.

"Yep." Jacob grunted, pulling the liquor bottle out of its hiding place and taking a swig for himself...because this shit was simply ridiculous.

"What the fuck, Swan!"

"Did she? Did she just...," Leah trailed off, too shocked and drunk and frankly a little too stoned to make much sense of this, or anything really.

"Yep."

"Mmmm," they heard Bella moan as she licked Paul's neck again. "You taste sooo much better than chocolate."

"So much better." Bella whispered as she smiled up at Paul's bewildered face.

A face with beautiful eyes and sculpted lips that she wanted to lick and kiss and touch and taste.

And so she did.

Acceptance brought Leah to the sudden realization that looking at Sam and Emily wasn't as heart wrenching anymore and that being a wolf wasn't all that bad. And for Bella, acceptance brought forth the realization that although she would always love and miss the Cullens in a way, that it was time to move on...and the thought of doing just that didn't hurt anymore.

...especially with Paul's hands gripping her ass like that…