Author's Note:
This story came to me as a dream about my own life, my own hopeful future, during a particularly stressful time.
It was easily converted to fit into the TwiFic world.
I have to thank, my little sister, and fantabulous Beta The Hat Does Nothing, for helping me get this thing rolling.
I hope you all enjoy.
∆Josephine Le'Ghard∆
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own the characters, nor the Twilight universe.
That great accomplishment belongs to Ms. Stephenie Meyer and nobody else.
(This is the last time I will say that.)
"Bella PLEASE!" I looked up to see Alice's tiny frame bouncing behind the wall of books I set up in order.
"No Alice." I said simply, shaking my head trying to decide which name Let it Snow should go under.
"Yes, Bella! It's your first night of freedom! You can tell me you don't want to go celebrate."
"Look around you Ali, everything is a mess. I can't just go off and leave it. what kind of precedent does that set for the rest of my "free" life?"
Leave it to Alice to find her way though the labyrinth of books I had created.
"Bella, do you know who you sound like right now?"
"Don't say it Alice, or so help me I''ll..."
"You sound like Renée!" My jaw dropped.
"I should throttle you for that. How is that someone as small as you can be so hugely annoying?"
"So sorry Renée, I just wanted Bella to come play for a bit." She teased. I felt my face redden with anger.
"Stop it Alice. If you really want to walk in here at oh-dark-thirty and create a domino effect of books, that's your thing. But I'd rather not risk the broken bones or concussions that would cause."
Alice sighed exasperatedly and dragged me out of the maze. "Watch this." She quickly began turning the towers and pushing them against the wall. Only to show me that my writing utensils were strewn about the floor.
"Dammit," I moaned, leaning over to pile the notebooks and journals together.
"NO NO NO! Bella come on! Go out with me!"
"I can't drop everything just because you want to take me out drinking!" I hissed, watching my best friend and saviors eyes darken.
"That bitch really did a number on your independent mind Bella." She said quietly, a blonde head snaked around the corner.
"Did I hear the words 'out' and 'drinking' strung together in the same sentence?"
"ROOOSIIIE!" Alice ran and hid her face in the tall blonde's shoulder. I had never met Alice's room mate, and now I found myself in awe of her beauty. "You have to help me convince Bella to go to that new bar in Port Angeles with us!" Alice demanded.
Rosie smirked "Hey, Bella was it? I know you've known Ali a bit longer than I have, but the first thing I learned was Alice gets what Alice wants."
I sighed heavily and nodded. "I do know that. But look at this mess. I can't stand it." I looked around.
"Isabella Marie Swan! If you don't go against everything your mother turned you into, right this moment, I'll never speak to you again. It's not a bad precedent to start your own life and forget the life of degradation you lived the last twenty-four years!"
Alice's eyes flashed and I dropped my head. She was right of course. Renée had always forced me to be maid, gardener, chef, and butler. My own mother basically treated me like a slave.
Charlie, my dad, was the Police Chief in a town even smaller than the one in which I lived now with Alice, and Rose. The man feared nothing, no wild animals, no hard hearted criminals. But he couldn't find it in himself to stand up to Renée. I knew I left him to bear the brunt of her anger, and nagging. But he was gone most of the day anyway.
"Port Angeles?" I stared at my best friend, watching her eyes light up. "So basically, you want to drive for 75 minutes to a bar, to get plastered?"
"Yep, sounds about right."
"Who do you plan on making the designated driver." The girls' faces fell instantly, and they turned to each other. It almost seemed as if they were conversing silently, leaving me out of the loop.
"We'll call a cab! That'll work." Rose said.
"A cab? In Forks?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't have any money to pitch in for a cab, and there aren't any cab services that will travel an hour to and from..."
"Ooooh Rosalie, Call your brother!" Alice interrupted, her tiny face turned a light shade of pink. "Doesn't he work tonight? He can take us in with him, and bring us back when he's off!"
Rose blanched, and looked to me. "Rose's brother? Ahhhh... okay, I see how it is. Basically you have the hots for Rosalie's brother. That's why you're dragging me to this place?"
The pink in Alice's face turned bright red. "Listen here Bella, just because Jasper Hale has a sex level that surpasses Johnny Depp..."
"Ewww," Rose groaned "For the love of all that's holy DO NOT compare my brother to Johnny Depp, you'll ruin my Johnny fantasy!"
I laughed at the pair, almost envious that they'd had time to procure crushes, both real and fantastic. "Look guys, it's been a long day, and I don't want to be out all night. I'll be the designated driver."
Alice sighed with resignation. "Fine, but if you're not drinking, I'm dressing you!" She dragged me to the bags in which I had packed all my clothes in, and began pulling out pieces one at a time. "Crap, Cinderella did you never have anything decent?" She pulled out a dark blue, velvet dress, with two inch sleeves. "This is the best you've got and it's heinous!"
"Hey be nice, I like that dress." I murmured, watching Rose sigh and leave the room.
"Only because you don't know any better." Alice growled. "We need to get you a new wardrobe. I'll talk to mom, I'm sure she'll send me a few hundred dollars if she knows it's for you."
"Here." Rosalie had returned, a dark violet lacy halter top and a pair of black skinny pants were slung over her arm. A pair of purple heels hung from her fingers. "They're a little small for me, but they should just about fit you.
Alice squeaked and hugged Rose, while simultaneously taking the clothing and throwing it onto my head. "Get dressed and put on some make-up. Tonight, Miss Swan, we're going OUT!"
I nodded in resignation, and thanked Rosalie as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
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∆Josephine Le'Ghard∆