At The Deep End – RosePOV drabbles

A/N: Happy Birthday, Mynameisserendipity. I hope you like these drabbles from ATDE; they’re all RosePOV. I thought you might enjoy them. Thank you so much for all your hard work on translating ATDE into French. You are truly a gem.
Bonne anniversaire, ma chere!
Thanks to SorceressCirce for the prompts and for beta’ing these drabbles along with kimberlycullen10.
As usual, I do not own Twilight. Well, maybe a copy of the DVD. Okay, not maybe… 😉
 

Confusion
I watch him as Momma asks him about camp. Did he have a good time? Did he learn anything new? Did he make any new friends? He answers each question quietly, but at that last one, he blushes faintly.
I frown, puzzled as to why he’s being so…timid. He had been looking forward to going for months – years, even – yet now it seems as if he would have rather it hadn’t happened.
I can’t help but wonder what changed for him, because something obviously has. Even if Momma and Daddy don’t appear to notice, I do.
I always do.


Distance
Jasper comes home late again. It’s been years since camp, and I know he’s been seeing a girl. She appears to be a sweet thing, Hispanic, petite, friendly. They look good together, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s the one.
Judging from the look on my brother’s face as he comes up the stairs, though, I realize I was mistaken.
We won’t be seeing her again. He’s looking to find that spark, and not finding it, he pushes each woman away, as always.
I can’t help but wonder if he’d even recognize it when he had it.


Smile
Finally!
I watch from the crack at my door as Jasper sneaks up to his room after his date. There’s a bounce in his step, a smile on his face – one unlike any I’ve witnessed gracing his lips. I can just see the blush on his cheeks as he walks past my room, not seeing me. I let him walk quietly by, granting him this moment of bliss he obviously is feeling right now.
As he goes into his room, I silently close my door, whispering, “Thank you, Lord.”
He’s found his light at last, and his name is Edward.


First
I gasp at the sight of him, my eyes roving his nearly naked body. Who could blame me? He’s tall, built, and – judging by the bulge in his swimming trunks – hung.
From where I’m sitting, though, I can’t tell much more other than that he looks as if he’s walked right out of a wet dream. I’m determined to find out just how close to that he is. I bite my lip in anticipation of meeting him.
I glance at Jazz, feeling the blush rise on my cheeks as I catch his grin, and I roll my eyes at myself.


Red
“He is your son!”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing, the vitriol my own father is spewing about my brother, who thankfully isn’t here to witness this – it would tear him apart, break him even further.
“I have no son! That fucking fag is nothing but a black stain on the Hale name!”
I’m seething, my blood boiling with rage.
Emmett clears his throat, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. “Sir, with all due respect, you are full of shit. Jasper was your son yesterday, is today, and will continue to be so tomorrow.”
We turn and walk away.

1 Comment

  1. WOW! Reading Rosalie's journey as she watched her brother's confusion, watched him falter, find true love, found her own, and stood up for her brother was just plain awesome bb. I loved her thoughts when Jasper came home from his date with Edward, and when she first saw Em…so cute.But her thoughts and Em's words to her father after he spewed disgusting hatred from his lips was the icing on the cake. Thanks for that…just fucking AWESOME!That bastard!!!Love ya Nae.xoxo, Jezzy

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