Go big or go home; it's the only real way to live - it's how Valentina plans to survive living in Forks. Too bad things don't seem to be going to plan, not when she sleeps past her alarm and has almost no time to shower or sneak out for a cigarette. Valentina hates plane rides at the best of times, but at least she isn't stuck next to some obnoxious kid.
She tries to watch the movie, some romcom she's never heard of, but the male lead is intolerable. Valentina wishes the protagonist would hit him with her car. She only makes it halfway through, giving up because she wished the main character would make out with her equally hot best friend.
She's contemplating throwing herself off a roof when she boards her plane to Port Angeles. She manages to catch a nap, sleeping through most of the ride, hurrying off the plane when they land. She finds herself regretting her nap once she gets a look at herself in the mirror; she looks washed out, pale in the most unflattering way - and fuck, she may be breaking out if that spot on her chin is anything to go by. The bags under her eyes are atrocious (or Louis and Marc, as she's not so affectionately named them). She doesn't even want to think about her hair; she throws it into a ponytail before she changes into something more presentable.
Valentina lugs both of her suitcases outside, trudging through the parking lot as she searches for the familiar police cruiser. She scowls, coming up empty; maybe they're running late? She grumbles under her breath, ready to give up and go for a coffee, when she sees someone waving from the corner of her eye. It's Isabella, standing beside an immaculate silver Volvo with a man she can only assume is Edward.
Valentina is curious and more than ready to meet the infamous pretty boy; Charlie doesn't like him, so by extension, her father doesn't either. On the other hand, Valentina would like to make up her mind. She blinks as she gets close enough to look at him, she may be a lesbian, but she's not blind, and he's perfect, too perfect. He looks like he's stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue, with his perfectly styled bronze hair and boyish features - actually, he's actually better looking than any model. There's something different about him, something strange that she can't quite put her finger on. None of that matters; just being near him makes her want to curl up and die. What's the point with people like him around? She swallows, fixing a smirk on her face.
"So, this is your new boy toy," Valentina says as a greeting, deciding to ignore Edward for the time being.
"It's lovely to see you, Valentina. I'm doing very well. Thank you for asking; let me help you with your luggage." Bella says sarcastically as she takes one of Valentina's suitcases.
Valentina rolls her eyes, "sarcasm doesn't suit you, Isabella," she bites back. "But you do make a fair point; where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend or not?" Valentina grins.
Bella sighs, "Edward, I'd like you to meet my cousin Valentina Swan. Valentina, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Edward Cullen."
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Edward says politely, holding his hand out for her to shake. "Bella has told me quite a lot about you."
Valentina raises an eyebrow; since when did teenage boys shake people's hands? It has literally never happened to her. She shakes it anyway, jumping as she feels how cold he is. Fucksake! He's freezing, fuck, frosty over here needs a sweater or two.
"All bad things, I hope. I don't know what I'd do if I found out young Isabella was lying to you," she remarks as he opens the trunk of his car.
"What do you have in here?" A dead body?" Bella laughs, struggling to lift the suitcase; Edward takes it from her and places it in the boot before she can struggle for too long.
"Shut up. A lady needs her things. So, as a lady, I had to bring a few things to help with my stay," she says, though the word lady applies very loosely. "Now, are we going to stand around in a parking lot all day, or can we go home now?" she asks disdainfully.
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Rival {Rosalie Hale}
Fanfiction"This is worse than prison; it's cold and wet and disgusting - you can't expect someone like me to live in a small town," she hisses. "If I have to spend a second single second in Forks, I will kill myself," she screams. Valentina Swan is a spoiled...
