Twilight is SM's. I'm only borrowing it.
"Ok, Charlie. I'll call you immediately if I hear anything. Please do the same. You have my cell. Yes, bye bye."
Alice had stopped chattering abruptly 20 minutes ago, while we sat in her room casually discussing our plans for the next few days. She stared off into space for nearly 2 minutes before dialing Charlie, and starting a course of events that may lead him to our doorstep. After 50 years of being her sister I saw no reason to question her on her vision, she'd explain when she felt like it, or if it pertained to my life. She'd once mentioned that she appreciated my allowing her to just be, which I took to mean that people annoyed her when they asked about her day to day glimpses. Particularly Edward, he's such a busybody. If he even catches a hint that she's seen something he doesn't already know in his own mind, he loses it. Idiot.
All of our immediate movements, annoyingly, revolved around Bella and would continue to for a while after her change. I realized the logic in it; keeping her safe and our cover story on track is what is best for the family. It still chafes, but it's necessary. I didn't have to like it, but if it kept my family together, I could foster it. Begrudgingly. It didn't mean I had to like her, either. She has enough people in this family willing to fawn over her, after all. Ironically she hated the attention, which brought me a level of satisfaction. Coupled with my family's contentment at being together again, I could learn to like her presence here. Her future with us might also add a level of protection, which Alice had hinted at. If she provided the added bonus of maintaining my family's safety I could accept her.
After Alice had hung up with Charlie her face took on that blank stare again, murmured "Nothing concrete yet," and went on chattering about fabrics for Esme's curtains for the great room, and some such nonsense about some sort of sheer material scrap and a hemline. She stopped speaking and tipped her head to the side a few seconds before a diesel engine sounded in the distance. "Deliveries are here!" she clapped.
I could hear that the brakes had a very smooth grind against the rotors, they've either been changed recently, or the human driver actually had experience driving a diesel with 6 standard gears. I didn't hear any clattering or grinding in the gear housing, rare for a human driver. Bella's clutch was an absolute mess the one time I was curious enough to look at it, whether from her or years of abuse by some other schmuck. I recall curling my lip at the mess, popping it all back into place and sliding out, vowing to never touch that monster. Keeping it running was a temptation I nearly gave in to, if for anything, just to piss off Edward. I smirked at the memory. It would have been funny to see Edward frustrated in having to endure that 'rattle trap,' as Jasper put it. I wonder what type of a fuss he'd put up if I started a restoration project with the express purpose of giving it to Bella. The result would be 2 fold: proving my acceptance of Bella as my sister, and ticking off her mate. I put down the issue of Vogue on Alice's sofa and followed her downstairs at a more sedate pace.
Come to think of it, it would have the added benefit of Emmett's gratitude, and the spotlight of darling daughter in the eyes of Esme and Carlisle. If Jasper found out my motives he would find it hilarious. Maybe I should tell him upfront, I thought as I reached the door. He is my favorite brother, after all.
Alice, crouched to pick up a few things, stared off for a split second and then turned to me, "You're deliciously evil, Rosalie," smiling widely, "it will work in your favor, and Jasper will love it too, for all reasons."
I hadn't even considered his appreciation for an influx of happiness. He would appreciate me for that too. "I suppose that settles it then." I said with a smirk and a side eye at Alice, who laughed openly. I'm not sure I would ever have it in me to be so damn cheerful, but seeing Alice enjoy my intrigues was definitely satisfying.
"These are for you, for Saturday night at the clubs," she said off-handedly, handing me a box that spelled like fresh suede.
Inside the box I found Indigo platform heels, "I'll be almost as tall as Emmett in these!"
"You'll come close," she winked, "let's hang these up!" She picked up 3 large boxes and twirled before jetting up the staircase. I grabbed 2 more with my heels on top, and raced after her. We brought them to her room to sort them by emptying the boxes and sorting the items by room. "Most of these are for Bella," she explained, "starting her from scratch is like a dream come true." She said dramatically, arms outstretched and face to the heavens.
I was able to admit to myself that Alice had a way of staving off my feelings of jealousy. It truly angered me to hear that most of the clothing was for her, but knowing it was because she had nothing to her name appeased my inclination to snap at either of them. She flashed me a toothy grin before prancing off toward Esme and Carlisle's closet, midway down the other side of the hall. I grabbed what she'd designated as mine and Em's, and made quick work of organizing it in my closet. She'd dropped 3 boxes in front of Edward's closet near the top of the stair by the time I got back, and was starting on organizing the items by outfit coordination for both of them. I knew better than to disrupt her process where Bella's clothes were concerned, her apparel was a challenge that Alice was determined to conquer. I shuffled to the alcove that separated Edward's side of the house from ours. Once, Esme found it necessary for our family's only bachelor to be sequestered from 3 married couples, and decided to keep the alcove separating his suite from ours when she knocked down the walls, creating larger spaces for our family and potential guests. What used to be a honeymoon suite was now on the smaller end as far as square footage was concerned. I suppose now it's convenient to have a noisy, hearing-deficient human away from the rest of us. "Humph."
As I stood looking out the window across the hilly expanse of acreage that made up the Cullen property, I saw a pine tip tremble. Then a second closer than the last wiggled in an unnatural way. It took me a moment to realize he must be having fun with her, bouncing through tree boughs on the way back to the house. I snickered at the thought of Bella being a bit scared, and was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of annoyance. I hoped he wasn't being an asshole toward a woman, frightening her for no reason. I'd rip his leg off. I grabbed the Vogue from Alice's room and stomped downstairs to await their return.
This bit was only supposed to be an exercise in understanding Rosalie, but it turned into a short chapter of its own. We know that Rosalie loves Edward. She truly considers him her brother, and was obviously willing to kill another sentient being for him. Part of being a brother also involves thick annoyance for that arrogant prick. Don't come at me! I love him, but I wanted to punch him in his know-it-all face a few times Pre-Breaking Dawn. Thats why in my story he's a little more BD pt2 Edward.
We also wee a bit more of the sister dynamic here with Rose and Alice. They appreciate each other. They make each other smile. They do nice things for eachother, like allow the other to be themselves, and give each other presents. They dont ignore each other completely, and Alice doesn't ditch Rosalie when Bella pops into their lives. Maybe that was another reason Rosalie hated Bella in SM's books? I always felt bad for her because of that. Rosalie reminds me of my eldest sister, and for that I always liked her.