On my story "Friend Zone" I got a few reviews about the Rose/Bella pairing. It seems like people have been looking for some good stories with this pairing. So I decided to post another and seeing as "Friend Zone" is AH this one is has the vamps and shifters.

Summary: Twilight Romeo & Juliet TwiSlash style. I was a girl, she was a girl. I was a shape-shifter, she was a vampire. The eighty or so year age difference was the least of our worries. We had everything working against us, even her, but I was determined to make things work. The only thing worse than falling in love with a woman that doesn't love you, is a woman that doesn't want to love you.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own twilight. This fact is proven by Bella being with Edward.

Chapter One: Forks High

"I feel like I've waited forever to kiss you." I said in a breathy voice. I had my hands resting in the dip of her perfect curves. It was too dark so I couldn't see her. I could feel her though. One of her soft hands rested on my shoulder the other on my face with her thumb tracing my bottom lip. I could smell her. The smell of Roses invaded my senses as her hand that rested on my shoulder began to lightly push me back on the bed.

"Well Miss Swan, wait no longer." She said as she leaned in. I could feel the coolness of her breath inching ever so slowly toward me and finally when her lips were touching mine ever so lightly I heard banging on the door.

"Get up Bella we gotta get to the airport." My mom called from the other side of the door. "Are you even done packing?" she asked banging on the door again.

"So close." I mumbled pulling back my covers. I had been having that same dream for about a month now and I always seemed to wake up before things got good. I could tell my dream girl was beautiful even though I could never see her. She had one of those voice even straight girls, or gay boys, would want to hear while getting off. It was dangerously sexy but at the same time not slutty. Sounds like a heard feat but she did it well. I was even sure how my imagination could come up with something so perfect. That was probably why I could never see her. No one's imagination could ever be good enough to come up with a face to match a voice so perfect.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom still thinking about my dream girl. It was probably a little mental to waste so many brain cells on a dream but, if this girl was in your dream you'd think about her too. Plus I kept having the same dream so it was kind of hard to not think about her. The most nerve wreaking part about the whole thing was I never actually kiss her. Dream or no dream there were some things that I would like to do to her even if it did lead to me waking up and have to take care of my need alone in the shower. Example: now. I could remember her voice clearly though I only ever hear her speak that one sentence, but like I said if you'd heard it you'd be in you shower getting off to the thought too.

By the time I got out the shower my mom was in my room throwing things into my open suitcase. "You haven't even started." She said ignoring my towel clad body. "We've been talking about this for a month now and you have yet to pack a single item. This was your idea Bella. If you didn't want to go you should have just told me. I don't really want you to go anyway. We can cancel the flight."

"No mom I want to go." I told her as I started going through my clothes to find something to wear and tossing everything else in a suitcase. "I've just been busy."

"Well Charlie seems excited." She said as she zipped up the now full suitcase she had been working on. She turned to look at me. "Are you sure about this honey?"

"Yeah." I said with a smile. "It'll be nice to spend some real time with dad."

Ok so Charlie wasn't really my dad. That was obvious with him being a pale Olympic native and me with my clear evidence of Native American blood. Despite biology Charlie was my dad. He was more of a father than my sperm donor who wasn't even man enough to take care of the son he had with his wife so no one expected him to attempt to even get to know me. Charlie was a great guy. Even though I was clear evidence that my mother cheated on him he still took care of me as if I were his own. He of course did divorce my mother. I don't think any guy is that great. My mom was ok with it though and took it as an excuse to leave the tiny town she was born in. Forks was a tiny town. I couldn't see myself settling down there for the rest of my life, but alas, it was where I've decided to spend the rest my time in high school.

"Well off to Forks you go." She said saying Forks like it was the next worst thing to AIDS. She grabbed one of my suitcases and dragged it down the stair, me following with the other. When we got to the bottom of the stairs Phil, my mom's new husband took the bags from us with a relieved sigh.

I thought that I would get away without my mom getting emotional. I honestly should have known better. The moment we had to separate and go to our respective terminals she broke down. For what felt like the millionth time I told her I wanted to go to Forks. I wanted to spend time with Charlie. When she finally realized there was no talking me out of it she gathered me in her arms for a hug. I looked over her shoulder for Phil and he collected his distraught wife.

"Have fun Bella. Clearly we're gonna miss you." He said with a slight nod to his teary eyed wife he held in his arms. His added eye roll was a bit of comic relief. I couldn't help the slight chuckle that left my lips which in turn brought an automatic smile to Phil's lips.

"I'm gonna miss you guy too, but there won't be much to miss if I don't go." I told him waving as I headed off to the plane. When I turned away from them I could feel a tear slide down my left cheek. It was hard to leave my mom and I was sure a year ago I wouldn't have been able to do it. I was sure Phil was more than able to take care of my erratic mother and I felt comfortable leaving her in his care.

The plane ride was terrible. I, with my amazing luck, found myself separating a woman from her very energetic seven year old. Of course she was one of those people who believes sitting in your assigned seat is necessary because if the plane crashes they need to know who was sitting where. I felt bad for the man sitting in front of the little boy who found the back of the man's seat the perfect item to kick throughout the whole ride. I'm sure the man felt just as bad for me seeing as every few minutes the woman would reach over me to tap the boy and ask him to stop kicking the seat. Though in actuality the plane ride was pretty short it felt like years later when the plane finally landed in Seattle.

By some stroke of luck the charter plane that would take me from Seattle to Port Angles was just docking meaning I wouldn't have to wait long to board. The ride to Port Angles was more relaxing than the flight before and when I felt the plane begin to descend I got a strange feeling in my stomach. I hadn't been to Forks in a little over a year and I have to say I missed it. When I saw my dad waiting at the terminal I walked up to him with a big smile.

"Now I don't have to worry about you getting into trouble do I young lady?"

"Of course not Chief Swan."

"Good." He said pulling me in for a hug. "That means you can get you present. It's a surprise though so don't ask."

"Dad!" I yelled pushing him out the doors of the airport. Charlie knew I hated surprises. He always got a kick out of doing something then telling me about it. He knew I'd spend every second until I found out whatever it was thinking about it. Charlie was good at keeping secrets so I knew I wouldn't be able to get him to tell me until he was ready. I climbed in the front seat of the cruiser with a huff and I could hear Charlie chuckle as he put my two suitcases in the trunk.

A very long car ride later, filled with me glaring at my father and him smiling the whole time, we pulled up at his house. The house didn't look much different though my dad wasn't really big on decorating, remodeling, or any kind of house work really. I was honestly surprised the yard looked decent.

"So?" Charlie asked parking the cruiser on the curb. I looked over at him smiling a smile that made him look ten years younger. I turned back to the yard and finally noticed the car sitting in the driveway. A cherry red 1980 Chevy Corvette Coupe. I turned back to Charlie and he was handing me a car key.

"No fucking way." I said snatching the keys from him and hopping out the car.

"Is that how you thank your old man?" Charlie asked getting out of the cruiser himself.

"Thanks dad." I said running over to give him a quick hug and going back over to examine the car. "Where did you get it?" I asked opening the driver side door and climbing in.

"Bought it off Billy. Your mom and Phil felt bad about running you off so they both chipped in."

"Wow." I said scratching the back of my neck. "Maybe I should have played this up. I probably could have got a Lexus." I said wagging my eyebrows. Then I looked up at him. "Billy Black? How's he been?"

"He's been good considering." He answered, then continued when he saw the confused look I gave him. "Billy was in an accident last summer. Paralyzed him from the waist down. He's been pretty good about it though. Jake said if you decide you want to thank him for fixing up the car he's not opposed to dinner."

"I might take him up on that." I said finally getting out of the car and helping Charlie with my bags. "I haven't seen him in forever."

After dropping my suitcase off Charlie left me alone in my room. Had this move been the other way around my mom would have demanded we talk, cook and eat dinner together. I laid back in my bed with a sigh and found myself waking up hours later to my dad asking me if I wanted pizza. I nodded and followed him down the stairs.

After eating two slices of pizza I went back to my room to unpack. After putting all my clothes away I got some stuff to get in the shower. With the hot water running down my body I relaxed. I made the right move and I could feel it. Everything felt right. Once out the shower I got back in bed and went to sleep.

Her dark amber colored eyes stared deep into my chocolate brown ones. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she carefully placed each of her knees on either side of my body. She lightly pushed me until my back touched the bed. A lock of her wavy hair fell into her face and I slowly pushed it back behind her ear. Holding herself up with one arm her other hand came to rest on the side of my face. She let her thumb gently trace my bottom lip.

"It feels like I've been waiting forever to kiss you." I told her placing my hand on her hips. She slowly leaned forward her hair caressing me as she went until we were just centimeters apart. I could feel her cool breath on my lips and shivered in anticipation.

"Well wait no longer Ms. Swan." She whispered as she closed in the last bit of space between us. When our lips finally met it felt like a fire was lit in my heart even though her lips were cold.

I was jerked awake by the loud blaring of my alarm clock sooner than what was good for my sanity. I groaned and angrily hit the alarm clock in a manor that made me think, Hulk smash. Laying back again I let my fingers run across my lips still feeling a ghost of her lips from my dream. Unconsciously my hand traveled down my body until it reached the waistband of my sweat pants. I slid my hand in and let my fingers slip between my folds. I could almost see her this time. I buried my fingers deep inside myself. It had still been pretty dark and I could just barely see her but as I pictured her mesmerizing eyes I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in at a slow pace. I could still smell her chocolate and rose scent. My hand moved faster. I could feel her soft skin under my fingers, her hips under my hands. My hand moved faster. I could still hear her, well wait no longer Ms. Swan, and I came with an almost audible moan. After taking an extra five minutes to get myself together I got up and grabbed a towel on my way to the shower, grateful that Charlie seemed to have already left.

After I cleaned up I headed back to my room to find something to wear but the looming darkness outside my window caught my attention. Ok so it wasn't that dark but it was darker than I was used to seeing at…I looked over to my clock…seven-thirty. The clouds hung low in the sky in a very ominous way just waiting to open up and drench the world. Back home in Arizona that would have been a good sign to stay home. In Forks, Washington, the rainiest place in the continental U.S., it was normal. The sun in this god forsaken town was like a Myth. Oh people believed in it alright, they just weren't likely to see it.

With a resigned sigh I turned back to my room and began pulling out clothes. Deciding on a pair of red skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a black, red, and white checkered zip up hoodie, I got dressed and pulled on my red chucks. I stood in the mirror over my dresser and ran my hand through my shoulder length black hair thankful that, that was all I ever had to do for it to look decent.

I was rummaging through the kitchen when I realized two things. One: I probably didn't really have time for breakfast. Two: Had I had time I still wouldn't have had breakfast because Charlie didn't have any food. I grabbed a slice of leftover pizza and walked out the door forgoing warming it up.

Finding the high school wasn't hard. Just like everything else in the tiny town it was just off the main highway. At first I was sure I had the wrong place but there was no mistaking the large burgundy and gold sign that read Forks High School, home of the Spartans. The school, instead of being one big building, was made up of a bunch of small brick buildings that looked like one level homes. All of the buildings bore large black numbers over a door place directly in the middle. Once building was a bit smaller that the rest and instead of a number it had the words "front office" written over the door. When I entered the building I notice the front room was split in half by a large desk. Behind that desk sat a slightly plump middle age woman in a simple purple shirt. She hadn't noticed me come in being all into her book and what have you. The book she was reading had a man on the cover with his white shirt open baring his chest to the world. I could only imagine the woman reading the book wishing her life was as exciting and romance filled as the heroine's.

I cleared my throat and the woman, Ms. Cope as her desk plate read, looked up at me. She pushed her glasses up her nose and closed her book as a faint pink tint found its way to her plump cheeks. So to save her more embarrassment I spoke as if I hadn't really noticed. "Hi I'm new here." I told her and before I could get my name out she smiled warmly at me.

"Isabella," she stated, "Chief Swan's daughter. Well I have your schedule here." She told me pulling out a sheet of paper. She turned around in her chair and pulled another paper from the shelf behind her and turned back to me. "Just have all your teachers sign this and bring it back to me at the end of the day. I hope you enjoy Forks."

"Thank you." I told her with a polite smile. I walked back out to my car and, figuring the main office wasn't the best place to be parked during the school day, started it up to find a new space in the student lot. I sat in my car and watched the other cars pull in the lot. As I watched a silver Volvo pull into the lot I noticed something about the other cars around me. All of them, like mine, were older models. The newest car, aside from the brand new Volvo, was a '92 Honda Accord.

I hadn't even got out of my car good before a boy of Asian decent with oily black hair came up to me with a huge smile. "You must be Isabella Swan, the new girl."

"Actually I've never seen the phrase new girl on my birth certificate." I told him with a friendly smile. "You can just call me Bella."

"I'm Eric Yorkie, the eyes and ears of this place. I'm also editor of the school newspaper and you're front news baby." He said spreading his hands in front of him as if to make a point. I hated to break his little bubble but I was not interested in become the face of their tiny paper, and I told him so, though I did it with nicer words. His face fell but he instantly perked back up. "That's cool we can do something else. So where are you headed first period?"

"Lit with Mason in building four." I told him. Though I hated to spend any more time with the chess club dork, I wasn't actually up for scouting the school with a map glued to my face. Once again he seemed to loose a bit of energy before offering to walk me to my class. I accepted and we were on our way.

Literature was pretty boring. I wasn't all that surprised when the teacher mentioned that we would be studying Romeo and Juliet, a story I'd read enough times to recite by heart. I notice fairly quickly that not much really goes on at a school as small as Forks High. There was only about 300 or so students total, less than my senior class back home.

By the time lunch came around, being all famous and what not from small town gossip, I knew just about everyone in my year by face if not by name. I walked to lunch with a girl who introduced herself and hadn't stopped talking since and I was still trying to process her name. She talked so freaking fast. The Chatterbox talked to me all the way until we reached the table she ate at with her friends. She introduced me to the group though I'd met most of them but the refresher was needed.

It was there trying to make conversation with five complete strangers that I saw them. They sat as far from where I sat as possible in the long room of the cafeteria. There were five of them. None of them talked, none of them ate, even though they all had a full tray of food in front of them. Unlike the rest of the students they weren't gawking at me, so it was safe to stare without being met with a pair of curious eyes.

Three of the five were boys, if you could really call them that. The first was huge. Even sitting down I could tell he reached well over six feet. He was muscled like a body builder making him seem all around massive. His dark slightly curly hair pair with the dimples I caught a glimpse of as he smiled at something gave him a childish look. The next was just as tall if only a couple inches shorter. Though he was looked pretty muscular the blonde wasn't as big as the first. He was leaner making him look like he should be taller. His honey blonde hair hung on both sides of his pained face in waves. Of the three boys I'd say he was the cutest, even with the pained expression. It added depth to him. You could tell he was more than just a pretty face. Boy number three was once again less spectacular in size even though he was still quiet tall. His untidy hair was an unusual bronze color. Something about him made me think Greek god. I could see him playing Adonis in a movie.

The girls were complete opposites. The short one was tiny, almost pixie-like. Her hair inky black hair was cropped short pointing in every direction. Her eyes were large a doe like making her look simply adorable. The other was tall not as tall as the boys but she wasn't very far off either. She had long golden blonde hair going down her back in gentle waves and her body was to die for. The beautiful blonde had looks that could rival that of Aphrodite herself. I mean if I was being perfectly honest with my self they were all amazingly attractive, but that wasn't what caught my attention.

What caught my attention was the fact that even though they all looked different they all looked the same. The same dark colored eyes, despite the different range in hair color. The same dark bruises under their eyes, as if they haven't slept in days. The same perfect pale skin, as if they'd never seen the sun, though in Forks that was quite possibly. And they were all inhumanly beautiful.

I watched as the small one picked up her tray –still untouched- and walked away practically dancing to the trash to dump her tray. She glided out of the cafeteria faster than I thought possible. My eyes trailed back to the table where the other four sat unchanging.

"Who are they?" I asked turning back to the table to look at the girl from my Spanish class, who's name I still couldn't remember.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who just left is Alice Cullen. They all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She whispered as though she thought they would hear her.

I couldn't help but think how strange their names were. All of them had names one would expect a grandparent to have. I entertained the thought that maybe it was a small town thing when I finally remembered that the girl who never shut up name was Jessica. That was pretty common. Very common actually.

"They're uh…very nice looking." I said in a lame attempt to keep her talking.

"I know right." Jessica agreed with a giggle. "They're all together though. Like together together. Alice and Jasper are together." She said nodding to the blonde boy though his other half still hadn't returned from wherever she disappeared off to. Jessica's voice dropped lower and I knew this was the cherry on top of her gossip. Her eyes sparkled as she prepared to let loose this bit of info. "Edward and Emmett are together too. Can you believe it?" she questioned. "As if it weren't bad enough that they're dating each other but they're gay too."

I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore her comment. Small town small mind. "Have they always lived in Forks?" I questioned.

"No." she said as if even I should have known that. "They all moved down her from Alaska or something like that."

"So I take it the blondes are the Hales?" I asked noticing that two of them had different last names. I figured it had to be the two blondes.

"Yeah. They're the only two who are actually related." A quiet girl with glasses answered taking a jab at Jessica's earlier statement. "They're twins actually. Rosalie is the only single one in the group."

I looked back over to the table to find two pairs of eyes looking at me. My immediate reaction was to quickly turn back to the table but for some reason my eyes would leave the pair of black ones that had locked with mine. I wasn't able to look away until I was startled by the bell, bringing me back to reality and dropping me in the middle of a conversation about Dr. Cullen and plastic surgery. The girl with the glasses, who thankfully reminded me that her name was Angela, had Biology with me the next hour. We walked to class together in silence, which was a great relief after being talked to death by Jessica.

When we got to the classroom Angela went to sit at a black top table that was already occupied on the other side. I walked through the classroom to the teacher's desk and handed him my slip. He signed it and handed it back with a text book. Mr. Banner, if my schedule was anything to go by, looked up and scanned the classroom.

"Well I guess you can have a seat next to Ms. Cullen since it's the only available seat."

END CHAPTER

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