This is just a little one-shot about Alice, Edward and the Porsche! Hope you like it; R&R!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
"Alice?" I heard Edward say. Right on schedule, I thought dryly. Nothing ever surprised me. I beamed ecstatically; this was going to be good. Smugly, I bounced out of my humongous closet (Emmett always said it never failed to amuse him how someone so small could possibly need a closet so big) where I had been reorganizing my shoe wall. I dropped the shoes I had been holding, (Limited-edition Christian Louboutin slingbacks) and met Edward by the door. "Yes?" I said sweetly. I was going to benefit big time from this.
He sighed, and said, "Yes, I know you've seen this already, but I have an offer to make you." I folded my arms across my chest, and shifted my weight to one hip. "Is that so?" I said, acting cool and professional. He rolled his eyes, and mirrored my tone, "Yes. The Porsche is yours on a few conditions–"
I cut him off impatiently, saying, "Yeah, I know. Hold Bella hostage while you're hunting this weekend, and every other time you're gone. Don't let her see the dog. Actually, keep her away from the dog at all costs. Make sure she doesn't starve and make her have fun. And she has to have someone watching her at all hours of the day. If any of these conditions are broken, you'll take the Porsche back. Done, done, and done." He shook his head in amazement, and said, "Thank you, Alice. Keep me updated."
"You're leaving tonight with Jazz and Emmett and Carlisle. I'll pick Bella up the Volvo. I expect my Porsche to be in the garage in an hour. It has to be exactly like the one I stole in Italy," I sighed in happiness. That car was so amazing, I needed to acquire one legally. He chuckled slightly, and said, "It's on the way. I had to have one ordered specially for you." I stood on my tiptoes and hugged him enthusiastically, saying, "Thank you Edward! You're the best brother ever!" He returned the hug, but said teasingly, "Yeah, but would you still be saying that if I wasn't giving you the car?" I pursed my lips together and said, "Let me think about that." He laughed again and said, "That's not going to work on me. I would know if you were thinking." I grabbed the shoe and tossed it at his cocky, obnoxious head as he ran down the hall. I rolled my eyes and went back to my closet. Jerk, I thought. I heard his laugh drift up from downstairs.
I was ready and waiting on the front steps at least a half-hour before my car was set to arrive. Eternity had never seemed so long compared to these thirty whole minutes. Finally, the truck pulled up at the house with my beautiful, canary-yellow Porsche bolted to the back. I bounced up just a little too quickly, and tripped lightly to the delivery man's side. "Good afternoon, please sign here," He said, sounding bored, until he looked at me. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and I almost giggled. He was at least fifty, and going bald with a potbelly. He held a clipboard with a proof of purchase form on it, but made no move to hand it to me. I took matters into my own hands and pulled it swiftly into my arms. I scribbled my name carelessly on the line, and tossed it at him before racing to undo the lock that held my car to his ugly truck. He didn't even bother to catch it, as Rosalie had just appeared at the front door. The clipboard clattered noisily to the pavement as his dull, dirty brown eyes glazed over and he leaned on the fender of the truck. She glared at him scornfully, and stepped over to admire my car. "Nice," She said appreciatively. "But not as nice as my M3," Her unspoken words hung in the air. I rolled my eyes, but playfully. That was a typical Rosalie compliment.
With Rosalie's help, I quickly released my car, and sent the delivery man back down the driveway. I instantly hopped behind the driver's wheel and turned the key, smiling as the engine purred to life. I backed it into the garage between Emmett's Jeep and Rosalie's beloved BMW. I hopped out, sighing regretfully. I had already seen Carlisle telling me not to drive it around Forks. I would just have to wait. Maybe I could try it out on Bella tonight. Knowing her, she would protest and most likely get sick. And then Edward would take it back! Speaking of Bella, I had to go pick her up. Rosalie walked back inside, and I slowly slid out of my Porsche. It was perfect; impossible to tell the difference from the one in Italy, right down to the customized black leather seats. Edward had done well.
I grimaced as I pulled Edward's Volvo out of the garage. Why couldn't all cars be 911 turbos? I twisted the knob on the speakers as loud as it would go, and sang along to an old 50's hit. The entire frame was shaking when the bass played. I stopped outside the Newton's store and waited for Bella's shift to end. I opened the passenger door and kept the music up. Shortly, Bella came out of the store and climbed into the car, wincing as she heard the music. Did she not like this song? Or was it the outrageous volume that was painful to human ears. She reluctantly climbed in, visibly disappointed I wasn't Edward. "Hey, Alice," She shouted over the music. "Where's your brother?" I ignored her, and continued singing. I nodded at her, focusing on the harmony I was singing an octave higher than the melody.
She shut the door and clapped her hands over her ears. I grinned at her delicate ears and turned the volume down until it was just background noise. I hit the locks and the gas instantly, screeching away from the store and towards my house. Edward had kept his end of the deal, now I had mine to fulfill. "What's going on?" Bella said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "Where is Edward?" I shrugged casually, and said, "They left early."
"Oh," She said, drooping in her seat. "All the boys went, and we're having a slumber party!" I announced , game show hostess style. "A slumber party?" She said, clearly starting to get suspicious. She was smart; it wouldn't take her too long to figure out what was really going on. I better keep up the pretense as long as possible. "Aren't you excited?" I crowed enthusiastically. I was, even though I had been paid off. I loved Bella, she was my sister, best friend and Barbie doll all wrapped up into one.
She met my animated gaze for a second, then finally said, "You're kidnapping me, aren't you?"
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