For the rest of the day Bella couldn't wrap her mind around Angela's words, her free period had been spent in the parking lot fantasies of the blonde filling her mind. It was almost nine at night dinner had been made, homework forgotten as Bella lay on her bed thinking of Rosalie Hale. What does she mean, she doesn't talk Bella wondered is she a mute or is it her choice? Bella huffed loudly she needed a distraction anything that would stop her mind from the constant pressure it was undergoing. Retrieving her notebook off the desk next to her bed, Bella opens up her iTunes account searching for a song to alter her mood; the need to clear her mind becoming a strong desire. Instantly her favorite song catches her eye and she resumes her position on the bed, listening to the words that fill the air.
'And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days'
No matter what Bella was feeling the lyrics and melody of the song soothed her like a baby being rocked; it was her small simple addiction.
'I need someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And that's faith and trust and peace while we're alive'
As she lay there Bella pictured the disconsolate expression on Rosalie's face, she craved to comfort the girl, find the secrets to the pain in her eyes and make it all disappear.
'I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days'
Bella had never once in her 17, soon to be 18, years of life felt an attraction to anyone; the strongest emotion she detained was the love for her parents. Could this be love? She contemplated. Bella never believed in love at first sight it was a ridiculous notion in her mind, how could one fall in love so quickly with just a minor gaze. She wasn't sure what she felt for Rosalie, whatever it was the attraction was real and it was something that Bella could not deny.
When morning came a restless Bella debated on whether she should skip school, sleep didn't come easy last night the clock on her phone read 2:45 a.m. when she was finally able to close her eyes. Bella was tired and confused but with a sigh she dragged herself out of her purple sheets grabbing her favorite pair of blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
Two things were decided in that morning shower; one that she needed to get a hair-cut soon her hair was becoming too long and it was a hassle that she didn't want to deal with. The second was that she would only stand back and observe Rosalie; the fact was that Bella knew nothing of the silent beautiful girl and she didn't want to be the cause of any discomfort to the woman. The black sunglasses on her dresser, which were used often in Phoenix, were placed on top of head; Bella hoped that no one will notice her wandering eyes with them on. To her surprise Charlie was still home sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, though how much could be going on in Forks Bella didn't know, drinking coffee out of an old mug that read "World's Greatest Dad" she vaguely remembers giving it to him on Father's Day the year before her and her mother left for Phoenix.
"Morning Dad"
"Oh hey kiddo, I have a seminar in Seattle today at 5 so I don't know if I will be home in time for dinner tonight" Bella nods and grabs a granola bar off of the counter. Guess that's why he's not at work, didn't want to have to leave early.
