Chapter 23: Dating

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-What should I wear? – Bella asked me a little frenetic.

It was early in the morning and my sister was freaking out about what she should wear for her visit to the Cullen's mansion. Rosalie told me she would be picking me up in like an hour, so I would have time to get dressed, have a little breakfast and get my bag for the weekend ready.

-Bella, you are giving me a Headache-I growled into a pillow, my sister was not the type of girl to be nervous about what she was going to wear.

-What did you wear the first time you went over there? – she suddenly spun around and was looking at me, her right eye twitching.

-Bella you are creeping me out- I stated – You look like a junkie-

Before I knew it a pillow smacked me right in the face, making me fall back into the bed.

-I am serious- Bella groaned lowly. Right now she was really scaring me – What. Did. You. Wear? -

-Jeans and t-shirt- I replied quickly afraid of being attacked again, Bella's posture relaxed and dropped the blue dress she took from my closet.

-Well that is quite simple- she dropped to the bed with a sigh, I patted her head – I already know that Rosalie hates me but I want to make a good first impression in the rest of the family-

My hand abruptly stopped when she made that comment about Rosalie.

-Rosalie does not hate you- I rolled my eyes, Bella shifted to give me obvious look.

-Yes she does- she countered back – Every time I see her she is glaring daggers at me, I asked Edward about it and he told me it was because she was really protective of her family and was not too big of a fan of me pocking holes on their façade-

I remained quiet for a couple of seconds, not knowing how to proceed. If I were to tell her that Rosalie really didn't hate her, she would have asked me how I know and that was not something I wanted to happen.

-The only thing that I don't get... - Bella faded off before turning her whole body to lay in her side so she was facing me – How come you two are such good friends if she is so wary of outsiders?

-We have a lot in common- I shrugged my shoulders trying to make her think that her questions were not affecting me – Perhaps she was just tired of being alone and she needs a friend outside of her family, a normal one that does not read her mind, or sees her future or sense her emotions-

Bella seemed to think about it for a second before nodding – Well that makes a little sense, is just that I feel so insignificant next to her- Bella blushed – She is dead drop gorgeous and the whole thing that Carlisle turned her with the hope she would be interested in Edward doesn't help either-

I sighed at that, I already knew it. Rosalie had mentioned me that Carlisle's intentions were for her to be with Edward but she had made it clear that there was never a slim possibility of that happening.

Still I didn't like it.

-Ok- I pushed Bella a little, to try and get her off my bed – I have to change, Rosalie will be picking me up soon, so you need to go-

Bella narrowed her eyes.

-You are not going to be there? – she sounded a little hysterical, I sighed. Not again – I thought that at least I would have you there as moral support- she clenched my arm tightly in desperation – You cannot abandon me! -

-You are hurting me- I hissed tried to peel her hand off my arm, Bella let go but was still giving me pleading eyes – Everything is going to be fine, Esme and Carlisle are really nice people, do not eat before you leave because they are making italiano for you- I warned her, trying to ease her – Maggie and Emmett are both goofballs, they will tease you and make you blush but not biggie – I shrugged my shoulders- Alice is really cool, she is all in for physical contact so be prepared for that, and Jasper is the opposite. He will always be as far away from you as possible- I pointed my finger at her – Acknowledge him but do not try to spark a conversation because he will be holding his breath and can only speak so much before he runs out, then he will have had to admit he is not breathing and he would be embarrassed-

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