This is my first Fanfiction,…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer,I just borrow them for a new twist on fate.
THE ODDS ARE AGAINST US
CHAPTER 1: Frantic
I was running down the stairs, frantic as ever. I knew that Alice was trying to finish the last items on the infamous "To-Do" list she had conjured up for my "well-being". I know it was about time I followed the list, because I was at the point of trying not to pull my own hair out and go crazy.
"What are you doing Bella?" Alice commanded with the authority that she thought she had.
"What do you mean, what am I doing? I am just sitting here very much enjoying the television program with Emmett, isn't that obvious?"
At that moment Emmett's contagious laugh bellowed out of him. He knew that I was being sarcastic as ever with Alice, just to see how long she would last until she gave up.
Alice replied, "Since when do you sit and watch television with Emmett of all people, huh?"
"What's wrong with me? Last time I checked I was just as fun to be around as anyone else, miss know-it-all," Emmett huffed out.
"Now, Emmett, why do you have to be like that? You know there are so many important things that need to get done, and you want to sit there and be rude to me. Ehen all I want to do is get my work done!" Alice huffed before continuing in a hiss "oh, and by the way, Mr. I-think-I-know-everything, you better shut your mouth before I do it for you".
You could tell that Emmett had really gotten on her nerves. I don't think that she had ever been so mad at another sibling, not even Edward. I actually took a few steps back and let her finish her rant, so that we could get on with whatever insane thing that she wanted me to do next. I decided to scan the living in the midst of the madness, noticing the scowling eyes that she was shooting at him. It was completely obvious that Emmett was doing all of this on purpose, and becoming more and more amused by the whole thing.
"Bella, you better come with me, we really need to get this done," she said.
It was noticeable how tense Alice was, from the stance that she was in. Looking at her, her skin had looked more like marble than ever, extremely smooth and pristine. She had broken the focus that she had kept on Emmett and actually turned her gaze toward me. She was letting me know how upset she was by the whole confrontation. She was letting me have it with her eyes.
I walked after Alice.
"Now, Bella. You need to make these important decisions. I have basically made all the ones that you wouldn't really need to have a say in, and left the ones that you needed to make a decision on," Alice said.
"Okay, yes mom, whatever you say. I will do as you ask of me," I said as sarcastically as possible to see how much more irritated she could become.
"Bella, I can't believe you spoke to me that way! Why do I even bother with you anymore? You always speak down to me later, as if I mean nothing to you. Why would you do that to me, of all people? I thought I was your best friend?"
I began to hunch my shoulders, knowing that I was actually being rude to her. She is, afterall, my wedding planner, my best friend, and someone that I look up to when I need help with certain things in life. I started to feel horrible about the way I was acting towards her.
"Alice I am so sorry, I love you, almost as much as I love Edward. And you know how much I love that boy. I am sorry about talking to you the way that I did, and I really hope that you can forgive me. Will you forgive me? If you can't forgive me, then do it for Edward. You know how much that he wants this," I explained as emotionally as possible, hoping that she would realize that I really do mean it. I want her help getting this together more than anything.
During all of her making me apologize and my begging for forgiveness, I hadn't realized where she was leading me. I looked up to see we were now heading toward the door to the garage. Their garage stemmed off from the kitchen. The wonderfully large kitchen. It was beautiful, the type that you would see in one of the Home and Garden magazines. Their kitchen would be the cover of the issue.
As we came up to the door that led to the garage, Alice began to twist the handle and proceeded to push it open. As she did the door swung open with enough force to put a hole in a wall, but she was able to catch it before doing so.
As I glanced around I saw Rosalie's shiny, red, Mercedes M3, and Carlisle's jet black BMW parked next to it. Neither car was better than the other; they both equally balanced one another out, being parked next to each other. There was one brief second that I wondered why Alice was leading me into the garage.
I looked to the other side of the garage and there were Rosalie and Esme. They stood there like artwork out of a museum, still as stone and beautiful as a painting. Rose was wearing a beautiful solid black dress that came to just above her knees with slits on either side. At the top of the dress that rested on her perfect frame were the thin spaghetti straps that draped themselves over her angelic white skin. Over the front of the dress it draped down, layers of fabric over each other to a low drop that gently exposed a portion of her chest. Her hair looked like fresh snow flowing down past her shoulders with light waves through it all. She looked purely exquisite.
Next to Rose was, of course, Esme. She wasn't at all any less beautiful than Rosalie. She had to portray a motherly figure everyday of the week, but tonight obviously she was really going to act her age. She was turned into a vampire at 26 years of age. Her choice of attire was a little more conservative, but just as trendy. Her dress was a deep scarlet red, a bit longer than Rose's dress. The bottom was ruffled all around the edges. If she would spin around it would fly up and look like a blossomed flower. Towards the top of the flowing garment was a crisscrossed strap effect, which went around her neck and tied. There was an open diamond hole upon her chest, bordered by rhinestones. There several thousand other rhinestones that all the way down the dress. She too, looked amazing.
I couldn't help but wonder what Alice would be wearing. While she shamelessly escorted me into this trap of clothing and what looked like it was going to end up as partying she was wearing casual clothes. Very cunning.
"Why are you guys looking so incredibly amazing?" I asked.
Rose smirked and turned to look another way. Esme turned toward Carlisle's car and opened the back seat door to swiftly remove a large garment bag. She pulled out the bag and draped it over her arm and slowly walked toward me.
I started to get nervous and I felt the rush of blood to my face. Esme smiled that warm loving smile that she always gave me when she was happy for me.
"Bella, this is for you, I hope you don't mind, but Alice insisted that you looked particularly well this evening, and we knew that the only other dress that you had was the one that you wore to your prom. As much as we don't mind what you're wearing, you know as well as we do, Alice does. So she picked this up for you to change into".
I looked around to glare at Alice, but she was out of the room already.
I accepted my fate and quickly retrieved the garment bag from Esme and asked "where am I supposed to get changed?"
Rose snickered, "Are you serious? Like we care what you look like. We are completely capable of dealing with your intense beauty" her voice dripped with sarcasm "please just get dressed so that we can get out of here."
I was rarely able to be cocky to Rose, but something in me shifted that moment, and I wanted nothing more than retort.
"Um...well, since you put it that way, let me just get behind this car so that I don't make you feel any more uncomfortable than I obviously do at the moment, how does that sound?"
Rosalie rolled her eyes and shifted her body in the opposite direction, so that she didn't have to look at me. Esme handed me the bag. I walked to the opposite end of the garage so that I could get dressed away from Rosalie. I slowly unzipped the bag, hoping that by some miracle of fate maybe the zipper would snag the dress and end up ripping into shreds. As I thought harder about that one and realized that if that were going to happen, Alice would have already known have a dress standing by to take its place.
I pulled the dress from the bag to look at it. I was awestruck. It was different shades blue flowing all together. It was a halter dress and the length was not questionable whatsoever. It fell just above my knees. The top of the dress was a very pale blue and as the dress progressed downward it became a very deep blue. It had a perfect transition. There were light hints of sparkles over it. I slipped it over my head and let it fall down my body. It fit perfectly, no doubt because Alice knew my exact size. When I slid the dress on, I was able to pull off my jeans and bra and shirt from underneath the dress. I reluctantly slipped on the very high heel shoes. After about a month of Alice teaching me to walk in heels it didn't seem as scaring to me anymore. That isn't to say that I enjoyed wearing them now. I would prefer to wear sneakers.
"Alright, hopefully everything is all set," Alice said as she walked in from the other room, dressed to perfection as well.
Her dress was a beautiful, but very short. It was forest green, and strapless. It hit mid-thigh and made her look a few inches taller. Well, that included with the four inch heels she now wore.
"I'm ready," Rosalie said.
"That's good. Esme you can ride in the front with Rose, and I and Bella will ride in the backseat, if that's ok with you Bella" Alice said, looking to me.
"Of course that is. Whatever is easier, but I have to ask you all, what in the world is going on tonight that we have to look like this?"
" You are seriously asking this question?" Alice asked incredulously.
"Well, at least I tried..." I said, with a small chuckle underneath. I wasn't getting an answer any time soon.
We all climbed into the car, the garage door opened quickly, and we were out of there before we knew it. As we were leaving I was thinking to myself about how I looked, not just to me, but to everyone else. I was always self-conscious about things like that, but to know that Edward loved me and Alice always took care of what I wore so that I never looked terrible. I knew I would look fine, and for once in my life I didn't have to think so hard about it anymore.
"You know Bella, Edward would go crazy if he saw you right now" Esme said smiling.
I replied, "you think so?"
I felt a rush of blood fill my face, knowing that thinking about Edward looking at me, like this, he would really go crazy, and that made me very blissful.
As we left the driveway I noticed looking up to Esme in the front seat. She had a curl on the side of her mouth, as if she knew what she had done and was proud of that fact.
I began trying to figure out where we were going, "ladies, do you mind me asking where on earth we are going?"
Esme belted out a laugh that I never thought would come from her, smiling from ear to ear, "Bella, don't worry we will be there in no time."
I sat back trying to relax, but for some reason I couldn't shake a bad feeling about tonight. It was as if my entire body was willing me to just go back home, and stay with Edward. But if something bad was going to happen, Alice would have seen it... right?