Disclaimer- I do not own anything, it's the brilliant mind of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
I'd never seen her like this. Alice was my best friend. I knew her inside and out, even though we had only been friends for a year. But once she had fallen in love, she changed, and acted differently. She started to clean, cook, and be on top of paying the bills more often. One time I caught her staring off into space, making pasta with a funny lopsided grin on her face.
"Earth to Alice? Alice?" I had said. "Snap out of it!"
She had quickly apologized, and concentrated on stirring instead. I knew Alice was completely and crazy in love, and I was happy for her. It was not a shock when Alice's boyfriend proposed to her. My other best friend Rosalie Hale was bitten by the love bug not to quickly after Alice. When they both moved out, I was overjoyed for them, although I was sad that I would not see them as much. A part of me wondered when I would meet someone who I would fall in love with.
"Alice? Alice?" There was no answer as I walked in the door to my apartment. Alice said she would drop off something earlier that morning, and I was wondering if she was still hanging around. "Alice Brandon Cullen? Rose?" I shrieked now. After a few seconds, it was obvious to me that the apartment was empty.
I sighed, kicking off my black pumps, grabbing my laptop, and diving knee first into the couch. I stretched my legs and pulled my hair down from its bun. My e-mail gave me another reason to sigh. Great. I worked at the Chicago Tribune, as a staff writer for the Metro section. (A/N: I live near Chicago and I'm a writer for my high school newspaper. We call writers who do not hold and editorial position staff writers, and the Metro section is the name for the section where features and local events are talked about in the Tribune. Btw, the Tribune is a huge newspaper in Chicago, for those who are not familiar. But the paper's quality is just decreasing… I've heard they may go bankrupt. It just gets thinner and thinner every day and fills up with ads.) A new message from my boss informed me that he was dumping another article on me for the month. I groaned, but I was slightly pleased. The more that I wrote, the better chance I had of being promoted to an editor by the end of the year. There were a couple of editors leaving, and hopefully one of those spots would become open to me. But what I really wanted was my own column. This was my dream job, to write with a column in the paper. I looked at the due date; this wasn't due until the end of May. It was a small article on a local community college study, it seemed dull.
I logged off, checking my personal email. Nothing new. I pushed away my computer, and rolled onto my back. I had a lot to get done this week.
I closed my eyes, letting sweet sleep take over me. An hour later, the shrill ringing of the phone interrupted my dreams.
"Hello?"
"Bella? It's Emmett. Listen, is Rose there? She was supposed to call me about an hour ago but I think her phone died…" Emmett Cullen was Alice's brother. He was tall and muscular. Rosalie was in a relationship with him, and they had been together for a while. It wasn't a surprise to me that they were also in love. I could tell, just as I had seen with Alice and her fiancée, Jasper Hale, who happened to be Rosalie's brother. Alice had another brother Edward, but I had never met him.
Rosalie Hale walked in the door that very second. She looked beautiful, as always. Her blond hair flowed around her shoulders, and she walked as if there was an aura of beauty circling her. Rosalie had gorgeous clear skin, and sweet blue eyes. She was tall, and filled out in all the right places. She could be a model if she wanted to.
"Hi Bella, that's Emmet I know. Can I have the phone?" I handed her the phone, and went back to minding my own business. "Thanks Bella, I really appreciate it. I was just dropping of your skirt from the other night. But my phone died… and I needed to really talk to Emmett…"
"Sure Rose, no problem."
"Thanks Bella. I'll talk to you later. I'm going home." Rosalie strutted out the door.
I was tired, and crawled right into bed. It had been a long night.
The next day was Saturday, and I spent my time hanging out with Alice and Rosalie. We discussed wedding plans, and went to look at possible invitations. It was hard to get Alice to make some choices, especially because Jasper was not with us.
"C'mon Alice, you have to start thinking about possibilities. Why don't you just write down some ideas?" Rosalie was dying to get out of the stuffy paper store.
Alice glared back at Rose. Her short black hair was chopped into different layers and pointed in all directions. She always looked like a little pixie, but she was beautiful. "Rose, don't you know that this is going to be one of the biggest events of my life? I'm getting married! I'm sorry you guys don't understand, but this is really important. Everything has to be perfect!"
"But Ali you just have to pick one or two things you like. It's all going to be lovely, whatever you decide. Nothing is ever perfect. What colors are you favorites?" This was from me.
"I do like this sea-green, but I'm not sure. If I commit to one, I miss out on all the others!"
"You committed to Jasper. Are you missing out on all the other men?" I had to giggle at Rosalie's remark.
Alice glared. "Rose, how could you say such a thing? Why would you even think that?"
"I'm just trying to make a point." We all broke out into giggles after that. Alice chose her green invitations, and we went our separate ways.
I ended up going grocery shopping that afternoon, and by the time I got in my apartment it was late. I poured myself a glass of water, and planned on spending the night cleaning. It was one of the things I hadn't gotten around to lately. I was wearing a flowing black skirt, and a frilly cream colored blouse. Pulling my hair down from my head, I turned on my iPod, and started to dance to Wilco. "I need a camera, to my eyeee," I was starting to sing and dance with my vacuum. "To my eyeee, reminding, which lies that I've, been hiding, which echoes belong, AHHH!"
It was the spilled water glass. I slipped, and fell down hard on my ankle. I must have slid across the wooden floor before crashing it into the refrigerator. Oh. That hurt. Where was the phone? I couldn't pull myself up. How was I ever going to get myself to the emergency room?
