Disclaimer: Recognizable characters and themes belong to Stephanie Meyer.
"Bella! Get your ass down here!"
Sighing, I dragged myself off my bed to the top of the stairwell and looked down to see my best friend, Alice, glaring at me with venom. In her hands were at least ten different shopping bags, filled to the brim with intimidating lace. Intimidating PINK lace.
"Alice, I don't know what you're planning to do with that lace, but I do know that I am NOT going to be involved!" I whisper-yelled down the stairs. "Besides, my parents are ASLEEP. Don't wake them up."
"Bella, Bella, Bella. What am I going to do with you? Don't you know- I am always prepared! Your parents left ten minutes ago for work; it's already eight-thirty! And not all of this lace is for you. The pink is mine! There's blue in the bottom of the bags. Come down already!"
Grudgingly, I acquiesced and shuffled down the stairs, pulling my hair back into a messy bun. I really hated Alice sometimes.
Downstairs, Alice had an eggie-in-the-basket (It's a way to cook eggs- take a piece of bread, cut out a hole, and fry an egg in it.) waiting for me, along with some toast and orange juice. I really loved Alice sometimes.
"So Alice. Are you even going to explain the lace? Or am I supposed to guess?"
"Oh! I forgot! See, I'm applying for this full-tuition scholarship at Devigns- I have to create an entire line, all focused on one idea. I have to design, make, and use each item during this last semester and provide photos for proof."
I nodded. That made sense. Devigns School of Fashion was Alice's personal form of self-actualization. It was the culmination of every goal she had ever held in life, and she had finally been accepted. Unfortunately, it cost around $52,000 a year, not including room and board.
"But why the lace? Are you trying for a see-through effect?" I snorted into my juice. I always found my jokes funny. Others? Not so much.
Alice glared at me and mopped away some of the juice I had spilled. Oops.
"No, but I am focusing on lace. I'm trying to approach this with a sense of delicacy and strength. Lace always gives off such a fragile aura, yet it's because of the intricate patterns that it's so strong. I want to use it to show how women can be both vulnerable and strong." Alice was gesturing wildly, almost hitting the frying pan off of the stove. I smirked as my friend grew more and more excited. I was proud of Alice. She was intelligent, beautiful, and powerful, yet she was the most… exposed person I had ever met. She let herself feel every emotion to its fullest extent, yet she was still optimistic and innocent. This project was going to be wonderful. That I could immediately tell.
"So how do I come into all of this? Don't tell me you need me to sew for you again!" At this, Alice and I burst out laughing, remembering the last time I had tried to help her with the sewing. Somehow I ended up not only with a bloody finger, but had managed to attach my own sleeve to the cloth. I had avoided sewing machines ever since that incident.
"Didn't you hear me? I need to USE the items as well! I can't very well hold a fashion show in the gym; no one would appreciate it fully. So we're going to be casual models! I need at least twenty pieces. If we start now, we can have one outfit a week, finally and spectacularly ending with our Prom dresses!"
"Alice, you know how I feel about lace…" I whined. Alice looked at me sternly.
"Yes, I also knew how you supposedly felt about brussel sprouts, and look how that turned out! You love them!"
I rolled my eyes and gave up. I knew better than to argue with Alice. She was almost like a pit bull in the way she would latch on to something and refuse to let go. This was certainly going to be an interesting semester.
Well, this is my first attempt at Fanfiction. Hope you guys like it! Should I continue?