I thought this would be fun for all of us. -Aurora

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"You're kidding, right?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Nope. We're all going, including you," Alice contradicted. "It'll be fun."

"Fun? Alice, going to a disco with all of you, including Emmett, isn't going to be fun." I wasn't going to let her get her way this time. Dancing, 60's outfits, and Emmett weren't a combination I was willing to deal with.

"Please?" Alice pouted. "Edward's going," she added, trying to lure me in, not quite realizing that I knew that he was included in 'the whole family.' I couldn't help it. A sad Alice was devastating to everyone, particularly if it's my fault she's sad.

"Fine. I'll go, but I won't have fun," I said stubbornly. Discoing evidently wasn't a human experience I would get to miss.

"Oh my God," I muttered when Alice led me up the ladder to the Cullen attic. Every free space in the large, low ceilinged room was filled with racks and racks of vintage clothes that Alice had saved from every decade before the Cullens had moved to Forks.

"Well, go ahead and choose something. The 60's are over there." Alice pointed me towards me towards the right side of the vast attic. I glared at her until she got my point. "Oh. Right. You weren't alive. I'll help," she said with a grin. She began sorting through the clothes taking out anything that might fit me. "Let's see..Nothing of mine or Rosalie's will fit you, so that leaves Esme..Or Jasper.." I stared at her. "I was just kidding. Calm down," she replied with a musical laugh. "Hmm..That won't fit..Too short..Edward will kill me..Hey, this is supposed to be in the 50's section! Emmett loves to mess with this stuff.." She was muttering to herself, and I still couldn't get a word in.

"Hey, what about that one?"

After an hour of searching, I was ready. I had chosen a royal blue dress, tiedyed, much too short, with long flared sleeves. Alice had also taken me through the accessories and ingored my protests. While being ingored, I figured out that the root word of "accessories" is "excess," whice really makes sense. While she ignored me, Alice multitasked, and found a matching headband, a gold peace sign medalion, and white go-go boots. As far as the whole outfit went, it really could have been worse. Alice searched for five minutes, found something for herself, and we climbed down the ladder.

Until the third step from the bottom, I had avoided tripping in my new death-trap boots. I placed my foot less carefully than was reasonable for someone like me, and I slipped. I expected to hit the floor, but before I did, cold hands caught me.

"You look nice," Edward murmured. I only smiled. I was already too far gone in his eyes to manage much else. I didn't get much of a chance to recover. Still holding me up, Edward kissed me. It was a good thing he still kept me up, otherwise I would have fallen again. Of course, I didn't have much time.

"Makeup now, kiss later," Alice, the romance Nazi, come to yank me off to her bathroom. Once she had dragged me there, I desperately tried to get out of wearing the heavy makeup that she was going to insist on.

"Alice, weren't the 60's when they had all those feminists lobbying against makeup and that stuff?" I had absolutely no clue if I was right, that could've been going on last year for all I knew. Apparently, though, my guess was close.

"We aren't going to a Rights for Women riot, we are going to the disco. When we go to a riot, you won't be wearing makeup." Alice had proved my fact, and shot it down at the same time. She just told me to hold still while she applied foundation, glitter, blush, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and God knows what else. I was surprised that she didn't put on any lipstick. "I don't want to do that to Edward. I could just completely forbid you to kiss him, but neither of you would listen, and it would come off." I was wondering if she's had a vison about this, but she seemed a bit angry at the moment, so I didn't bother. "Oh wait! I know what to do!" She raced out the door and was back before I could blink. She held a sliced lemon. I was a bit confused, until I remembered the Victorian novel I had read, and the girls had all colored their lips by irritating their skin with the acid from lemon juice. Alice got an applicator and put the acid on me. "Perfect!" she squealed. "Okay Bella, It's time to go see everyone."

A/N: THE ACCOUNT NAME WILL BE CHANGED. GO TO MY PROFILE FOR MORE DETAILS. -Aurora