Friends with Benefits

Chapter Twenty

Things I own: my sanity, not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Chapter Twenty

EPOV

My parents tried to be upset with me and Bella but they couldn't stop laughing. Rosalie's hair looked like it had been flushed with that blue dye in the toilet bowls. Rosalie was threatening to sue both of us for ruining her $500 dye job. Really? Then, Rosalie demanded that Bella pay to fix her hair. Bella's response was classic.

"Clairol, cheap whore blonde. I think it's on sale at Walmart," she said, mixing the hash brown casserole. Bella reached into her pocket and tossed out a five dollar bill. Emmett had to hold back Rosalie from tearing Bella limb from limb.

"Rosalie, your actions toward this family are atrocious," Dad said after he sobered up. "The way you treat my wife, my children and my friends is deplorable. I never met someone as self-centered and entitled as you. If you can't treat my family respectfully, you will not be allowed to stay."

"You let her stay," Rosalie shrieked, pointing to Bella.

"That's because she's a part of our family. She's Edward's best friend and Alice's oldest confidante. Bella has been a member of our household for over ten years. She's respectful, kind and sweet. Everything you're not," Mom snapped.

"Rosie, you have been nothing but rude to my family for as long as we've been together," Emmett frowned.

"I'm not RUDE! I'm straightforward. Excuse me if you can't handle the fact that I don't coddle," Rosalie growled. "I say things as they are and if you can't handle it, then, perhaps we shouldn't be together."

"Rosie, the way you act in front of me is the complete opposite from the way you act in front of them. I know that you can be sweet and loving, but with my family, you're demeaning and belittle everyone," Emmett said, his eyes narrowing. "I don't wantto lose what we have, but you're the one who needs to change. Everyone in this room, including Bella, who did not deserve those names you called her last night, have been nothing but tolerant of your bratty behavior."

"What did you call Bella?" I asked, my own anger spiking. Overprotective brother bear to the rescue.

"I'm not going to deny it. I called Bella a bitch, a cunt and a fucking whore for living with you at half the cost of what she should be paying," Rosalie said calmly. "She's white trash and shouldn't even be allowed to breathe the same air as you." Bella squeaked, her eyes widening before she darted out of the kitchen in tears.

"Rosalie, I think it's best that you leave," Dad said, his face bright red and his voice eerily calm. "As far as I'm concerned, if I ever see you again, it won't be soon enough."

"And we will not be paying for your hair treatment. You get what you deserve, Smurfette" Mom responded coldly. "Emmett, ifyou wish to go with her, fine, but do not ever bring her back. Are we clear?"

"Oh, I'm staying. Rosalie, I thought you'd change, but obviously this hatred and disdain you have for my family will never go away. Edward can drive me back home. Give me your key to my place," Emmett said coolly.

"I've got stuff there," Rosalie said, her voice cracking slightly. She reached into her purse, handing him a set of keys.

"I'll send it to you. I want you out of my life. You made one of the sweetest girls that I know cry. Eddie, you should have used black dye instead of blue. It matches the color of her fucking heart," Emmett spat, turning on his heel. Rosalie's ice blue eyes filled with tears and she walked stiffly upstairs to pack her belongings.

"Go find Bella, Edward," Alice urged. "I think she's in the basement." She shoved me toward the basement and I went downstairs, my heart breaking as I saw my best friend sobbing in the corner of the couch.

"Bells," I cooed, walking over to her. Without even thinking, I picked her up, holding her in my lap. She cried brokenly against my neck, gripping at my shirt. Stroking her back, I just let her cry it out before attempting to say something. Once she calmed down, I cupped her chin. "You know you're none of those things, right?"

"Why would she say stuff like that? Yes, I can be a bitch, but the other things?" she sniffled.

"Bella, you are not a bitch. Rosalie is the bitch in this situation. You are amazing, Bells. I've never met someone who has such a big heart and who loves so much. Not many people would get up at a quarter after seven to cook a turkey for their hosts. You take such great care of me, making sure that I eat well and that our apartment is spotless. And you are definitely not what she called you...the c-word or white trash."

"Compared to you and your family, I am white trash," she snorted humorlessly. "Daughter of a police chief and a teacher? Their combined salaries equal what you make in a half of a year."

"Stop it, Isabella Marie. You're not. My family does not love you because you're rich or poor. We love you because you're Bellaand you make us happy," I said, cupping her cheek. "You're a part of our family and we wouldn't want it any other way."

She nodded, snuggling against my chest. I just held her, keeping her tight against my body. "Edward?"

"What, Bells?"

"Is what she said true about the apartment?" she asked. "Do you pay more in rent than me?"

A/N: Rosalie, like Paul, I'm unsure if she's coming back. She may return. I'm not sure. Perhaps Emmett can't stay away from her amazing blow jobs. We'll finish up Thanksgiving in Bella's point of view. Then, the benefit...Leave me some!