Rosalie's Story
I don't have Microsoft Office on this computer yet, so I have to type stuff up here for now. I just arbitrarily got really inspired to write a scene between Rosalie and Isabella in my "Re-write of Twilight" universe.
"You can stay in my room for a few minutes. Don't worry, the rest of my family will leave you alone; they know better than to piss me off," Edward told me as I climbed out of his Ferrari. I nodded mutely, unable to verbalise a response. He herded me to the door and let me in, before going back to the car.
"I'll see you in a bit," he told me. "Your books are in your room, right?"
"On the desk," I replied quietly. It didn't matter if my voice wasn't working properly around Edward, because he could always hear me anyway. As it was, anything else that I might've said was lost beneath the sound of his Ferrari roaring away down the long drive.
I closed the Cullens' front door behind me and looked around. It was the first time I had been there without Edward, and I was feeling aprehensive.
"You can stay in my room for a few minutes. Don't worry, the rest of my family will leave you alone; they know better than to piss me off," Edward told me as I climbed out of his Ferrari. I nodded mutely, unable to verbalise a response. He herded me to the door and let me in, before going back to the car.
"I'll see you in a bit," he told me. "Your books are in your room, right?"
"On the desk," I replied quietly. It didn't matter if my voice wasn't working properly around Edward, because he could always hear me anyway. As it was, anything else that I might've said was lost beneath the sound of his Ferrari roaring away down the long drive.
I closed the Cullens' front door behind me and looked around. It was the first time I had been there without Edward, and I was feeling aprehensive.