I had downtime, so I decided to write a random oneshot. Basically no point, unless I get carried away. Review!

Disclaimer: Repeat after me-the author does not own Twilight. Get it. Got it? Good.

~Lin

I was cooped up in the Cullens' house with Edward and the rest of his family, waiting for the blizzard outside to end. The snow was whirling around in lazy circles, and the visibility was less than three feet. Not good for driving. Alice had called Charlie, and they had come to the conclusion that if the snow didn't let up before ten, I was to spend the night here. It was a Tuesday night, but if the snow didn't stop soon, there would definitely be no school tomorrow.

So, I wasn't exactly waiting for the blizzard to end, as a night at the Cullens' was sure to be interesting. And I'm pretty sure no one else was waiting, either. Alice was sitting on Jasper's lap on a chair across the room, with her fingers crossed, and she was whispering something that sounded a lot like, "Please let this blizzard never end." Jasper was just smiling, watching Alice.

I was sitting next to Edward on the couch, and he had his arm wound around my waist. He was watching Alice also, and grinning. Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on the floor, not really doing anything. Carlisle and Esme were sitting on the loveseat, holding hands and watching Alice, who seemed to be the entertainment.

We had settled into a comfortable silence-aside from Alice's mutterings-after the phone call to Charlie, and hadn't yet slipped back out of it. The clock ticked to nine o' clock, and Alice went still for a moment, before suddenly jumping up from Jasper's lap and squealing. She had obviously had a vision, and from her action and the discontinuation of her mantra, I guessed I would be staying the night-although she seemed a bit excited about just one night, when she saw me every day anyways. But that's Alice, I guess.

"Come on, Bella! We need to find you clothes for tonight, and an outfit for tomorrow!"

"But we wouldn't be going anywhere." I said, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.

She sighed. "Does it make a difference? And we can give you a makeover, too!"

My eyes widened at the idea of a makeover from Alice, which would no doubt mean spending hours in front of a mirror while she applied makeup I didn't need, nor want. I tried desperately to shrink into the couch, unconsciously moving closer to Edward.

"Alice, I don't think-" Edward began, only to be interrupted by Alice.

"It's not like it's causing her physical pain. You shouldn't worry so much."

Jasper laughed. "I've felt her emotions during one of your makeovers. You would be surprised."

Alice merely glared at him, and began tugging me up the stairs. She pulled me into Edward's room, where I had recently acquired a wardrobe-thanks to Alice. She sifted through some clothes hanging in the closet on hangers for a moment, before pulling out a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top. Could she pick a more revealing outfit?

"No way am I wearing that, Alice."

She blew out a breath, and turned back to the clothes, replacing her previous choice, and began rifling through, looking for something that was more my style. After a few minutes, I pushed past her to pick something out myself, and grabbed a dark blue T-shirt and some sweatpants.

She nodded in approval. "Good. Now change, and don't even think about running." I had been considering running downstairs to Edward, where I would stay until she gave up on me.

When I was done, she came back to lead me to the bathroom. She had a large box, and she was holding it tightly in her arms. Sitting me down, she placed the box on the bathroom counter and flipped open the latch. Inside was a collection of torture devices and makeup cases. This was going to be a long night.

I sat back, condemning myself to the torture Alice called a makeover. I could almost hear her thinking, "Let's torture Bella today, by turning her into Bella Barbie!"

After a couple minutes that really seemed like hours, she was done. I opened my eyes and stood up, afraid to look in the mirror. "You should look, Bella." Alice said, but I didn't want to see what she had done to me. I marched right past her, and down the stairs, taking my seat on the couch again, arms crossed. Everyone looked at me from where they were sitting, and didn't look away. "What?" I asked, worried that Alice had made me look like a clown as some kind of cruel joke.

Edward, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him, said, "You look even more beautiful than usual, love."

I blinked, then blushed a deep scarlet, and Alice waltzed down the stairs, smiling at her genius. "See? I told you to look."

I sent my best dirty look her way. Maybe I should reconsider staying the night. I briefly imagined driving home, and Alice gasped, narrowing her eyes at me. Edward tightened his hold around me. Why, at the most inconvenient times, did Alice have to have a vision whenever I imagined doing something outrageous?

I leaned against Edward, glancing at the clock. 9:30. Why did I suspect that the night was nowhere near over?