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Being Her

Summary:
A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.


Notes:
Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!


60. Bella Cullen

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“Claire, sweetheart, Bella wanted to come over and talk to you.”

I raise one eyebrow. “Who’s Bella?”

“Bella Cullen,” he explains. “The vampire.”

“Oh.” It actually doesn’t bother me much. I’ve never been a big one for the stupid prejudices that rule the conflict between vampires and wolves. In fact, I tend to think it’s completely idiotic and pointless.

“If you’re scared, Claire, I’ll tell her-“

“It’s no problem, Quil.”

“I can stay, too. I should go to work, if you… I don’t think you’re in danger. You know I wouldn’t let you in any situation I didn’t feel confident about. But…”

“Don’t worry. You got to get this place in order before we go on our honeymoon.” I wink, and he blushes. I laugh. “I don’t mind.”

“Sure?”

“Positive.”

He leaves with a last lingering look at me. I’m at the table, looking over the last few response cards, when I hear a knock on the door. I jump up to answer it.

“Hello. I’m Claire,” I say, extending my hand. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting me! I’m Bella, as I’m sure you’ve guessed.” She smiles. Very friendly. I wasn’t really expecting that, though I guess I know Carlisle, and he’s not terrifying at all.

“The vampire.” I grin to show I’m joking.

“Yeah.”

I look at her for the first time. She’s a brunette, average height, slim. Her eyes are a glittering gold and her lips bright red. She’s stunningly beautiful, like I’m so clearly not. Her teeth flash, sparkling, when she speaks. Her features are straight and perfect, her brown hair waist-length and framing her oval face.

“You’re bizarrely attractive. You know that, right?”

“Vampire thing.” She grins widely at me. “So… Getting married in two weeks. How does it feel?”

“You know.” I shrug. “You’re married to what’s his face.” I don’t actually remember. Pretty embarrassing.

“Edward.” She pauses. It looks like she’s trying to remember something, a distant memory. “You’re pretty nervous.”

“Yeah. I don’t know why. It’s not like I wasn’t planning on marrying him someday… it’s always been part of my future. But now… it’s just so soon.” It’s a relief to have someone to say these things to, to finally be able to articulate them to myself and someone else as well.

I knew I didn’t have to be scared of the vampire, but I wasn’t expecting to like her. I feel more connected to her than I have to any friend except Tina and maybe Kati.

“I understand.” She nods. “I didn’t want to marry Edward. Not because I don’t love him. I always did. But I didn’t want to get married.”

I hesitate, opening the door. “Come on in, Bella.” As we walk in, she wrinkles her nose. “Something smell bad?”

“Werewolf. It’s all over the place.” She shrugs.

“Oh. Want me to grab some Febreze?” I tease.

“I doubt that would make a difference. Thanks for the offer, though.” She pauses. We become silent, for a moment. And then I work up the nerve to ask a question that’s been on my mind for a long time.

I want to know if I can ever gain forgiveness for what I’ve done, if real love can come back from something as terrible as what I did. I want Quil’s side of the story, but I’m not cruel enough to ask him.

I don’t care quite as much about Bella’s feelings. “Can I ask you something… personal?”

“Sure.”

“Quil mentioned… that Edward… left you.”

“Yes. Twice.” Her words are clipped and short, and I feel guilty for the pain that’s apparent there.

“I have a confession to make.” It’s hard to say, without explaining why, and I don’t want to go into the whole reasoning. I like the way I can pretend to be a normal person. “I… broke up with Quil. For a variety of reasons, and for a brief amount of time. I didn’t last long without him. I couldn’t. But I’ll never understand how he could forgive me so quickly. So effortlessly. He just took me back and never mentioned it again. I can’t ask him. It hurts him too much. Can I ask you… how… how could you forgive Edward? How could Quil forgive me?”