Okay here's a random one-shot I just thought of.
BPOV
"Hey Bella, do you want to-" Alice started to ask me.
"No," I said shortly.
"You don't even know what I wanted to say," she protested.
"Whatever, I'm NOT, I repeat NOT, going to let you play dress-up on me," I told her.
"P-p-p-lea-a-s-se?" she cried with a miserable expression.
"Why don't you just dress-up Rose?" I asked.
"Rose is with Emmett and I don't think they want to be ahh…disturbed. If you know what I mean."
I shuddered as an unwanted mental picture popped into my head. That was going to scar me for life. I shuddered again.
"Why do you always have to take dress me up? You know I don't enjoy it," I said.
"You don't like when I give you makeovers and dress you up?" she asked with a tearful face.
"No, no it's not that! I just don't like makeovers in general," I said hastily.
"Sure. Yeah I know that you really and truly hate getting makeovers with me. I bet you don't mind it with anyone else. I mean, it's impossible to hate free makeovers, so it must be me!" She exclaimed.
"Alice why are you doing this to me!? What did I ever do!? You're just trying to guilt me in! Well it won't work! No, I'm NOT going to let you play Barbie doll with me, and if you continue this then I'm never going to let you again!" I screamed.
She looked shocked and hurt by this news.
"But I thought we we-were dress-up buddies," she said with a pitiful look on her face.
I sighed, "I'll meet you upstairs."
"YAY!"
She jumped up and down with glee.
"Come on, what are you waiting for!?" she asked and grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs.
"My death," I mumbled.
She just rolled her eyes and sat me down in the big chair and started washing my hair and applying masks.
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