Rose refuses to tell Bella how old she is. After a year of dating Bella’s just like pls just give me a hint. So Rose says something vague like “I was 18 in the 30s” and Bella just stares at her for like a full minute before Rose scoffs “The nineteen thirties, Bella!!”

“You’re old.”

Rose likes when Bella reads to her. Specifically from Virginia Woolf and the Bronte sisters. Bella doesn’t really like hearing her own voice, but she likes the tilt of Rose’s head as she listens. 

“Eddie reads minds, Alice sees the future, and Jasper with his mood ring thing…. What do you do?” // “I don’t exactly have a gift.” // “Huh, that’s okay. Being old is your gift.”

Bella (sometimes) purposely falls just so Rose will catch her and roll her eyes at her. 

“You’re, like, older than some rocks.”

Bella can stay up all night, but she can’t stay up for one (1) of Rose’s songs on the piano. Typical. Rose throws her sheet music folder at her, and Bella shoots up in her seat, a sheepish smile on her face. Rose can never stay mad. 

“Call me old one more time.”

On movie night, Rose appreciates the repression of period movies, but Bella’s just like “Fuck it, let’s watch Die Hard again.”

“…you’re old.”

hell is a body in waiting. 

february

bella hasn’t been the same since the death of her best friend. as a killer circles forks, she forms a tentative friendship with alice cullen and her brother, edward.