Authors Note:
So this is my very first fan fiction and I think I have no creativity what so ever, but my friend told me to give it a try, so I am. I would really appreciate it if you gave me an honest opinion on it. To continue or not to continue, that is the question.
The Morning After
Chapter 1: Wake up and go
BPOV
You know how you wake up some mornings and you just get this feeling that something's going to happen, but you have no clue what or when? Well, this is one of those mornings. It is now 6:30 AM and I only know this because my alarm is going crazy about 2 feet to my right. I reach over to hit the annoying little machine to terminate the beeping, but end up falling off the bed with a loud 'thump'. What a wakeup call. The best part of the morning so far is that the beeping stopped…
With I sigh I get up off the floor and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Of course, being the incredibly clumsy person I am, I stump my toe on the bathroom door frame. Like I said, what a morning.
Today is March 9th. In other words, my best friend's birthday. More specifically, her 21st birthday. Her name is Alice Brandon and she's a 4'9'' bundle of bouncing joy and happiness, a morning person, a fashion designer on her way to the top in a matter of months, and one of my very best friends. Did I mention she's absolutely gorgeous? Well she is. She has short, spiky black hair, the most beautiful hazel eyes you will ever see, a stick like figure with all the right curves and a personality that just pulls you in. To put it simply, we're opposites. But not as opposite as my other best friend, Rose, and I are.
Rosalie Hale is a 5'10'' blond bombshell, with crystal blue eyes that will pierce you in a heartbeat if she sends you a death glare, not that I would know from personal experience, but you get the point. She has full, pouty red lips and a figure that any model would kill for, from her curves to her hair that flows down the middle of her back. She's beautiful, stunning, and drop dead gorgeous. And let me tell you, she knows it. She's 22 works with Alice at their co-owned fashion company called 'Air'.
They came up with the name in high school where we first met. 'A' for Alice. 'I' for me, Isabella, even though I go by Bella. And 'R' for Rose. Original, right? The 'I' is for me because I am the main editor for their magazine, which is named 'Air', naturally. They each have their own specialties. Alice is more into the cute and adorable look, while Rose goes for the head-turning-make-every-guy-drool look. Of course they can do either one with no problems, those are just their preferences. I pretty much run their magazine, of course I answer to them, but they're my best friends. They tell me what pictures they want in that month's issue, what accessory pictures to put with it, and a generalization about what they want the article to say. Naturally, this month's issue had 3 whole pages about Alice and the pictures were of her modeling the close, not the paid models.
That's another thing. Both of them model their clothes when they can't find the 'right' person to do it. They've even drug me into it, despite the fight I put up. There's just no winning with those two.
Now, for my physical description, it's much simpler and less extravagant. I'm about 5'5'', with long brown hair that reaches my shoulder blades, boring brown eyes, and pale, white skin. Nothing special. Just a plain Jane, always have been always will be.
I finally make it to the shower in one piece and turn the water up so that it's just about scolding. If I'm going to survive today, I'm going to need to try and relax now. I have to go shopping with Alice and Rose, then to the spa, then to Alice's 'surprise' party tonight, which I'm convinced she knows about from that look she keeps giving us. I grab my strawberry scented shampoo and lather up my hair, then grab the 'Fresh Cut Roses' body wash and continue from there. After I shaved, I dried off and carefully stepped out of the shower and walked to my closet to try and find an out ft for myself that Rose and Alice would approve of. Considering my closet was filled with clothes they designed themselves, this should be easy, right?
I finally decided on a pair of tight fitting, low rise, dark wash jeans, a midnight blue, flowing shirt with ¾ length sleeves hat was off the shoulders a little, showing my black bra straps and a pair of black 2'' strappy heels, but only because they were comfortable and I didn't want to have Alice and Rose complain the second they walked in the door to pick me up. Normally, I would grad any pair of jeans and t-shirt, but not today. I blow dried my hair, leaving it slightly wavy, and put on a light layer of make up: mascara, eye liner, a natural eye shadow, and a shiny coat of lip gloss. Considering this is out of the norm for me, I just about stabbed my eyes out with the mascara and eye liner, but suffered through it to please Alice. She can be very demanding when she wants and her birthday is no exception.
As I finished with my lip gloss, I heard the door bell ring. Carefully, I stood up and made my way down the hall of my apartment to answer the door before they decided to barge in. I have to say I only stumbled 3 times but never fell. A huge feat for me.
As I unlocked the door I heard the excited chatter of my two best friends. I smiled thinking about all the fun we've had over the past 6 years. I opened the door and was rewarded with a huge group hug and two nods of approval for my outfit.
"Bella, you look beautiful! And you did it all by yourself! I'm so proud!" Alice all but screamed and enveloped me in another bone crushing hug.
Rose took the calmer approach and smiled and said, "Bella you look amazing." Then she added with a smirk, "I see you took my advice on dressing up a little today."
I smiled at them both and said, "Hi Alice and thank you, I do know how to dress myself. Oh, and happy birthday. And Rose, if I hadn't we would be playing Bella Barbie for the next 2 hours and I'd rather not."
Alice got an evil glint in her eyes and said, "We may not be playing Bella Barbie, but the ladies at the salon will be!"
And with that they drug me out the door and off to my torture for the day. This was going to be a long and painful day. I decided I would need a mantra for myself and decided on "its Alice's birthday. Its one day. It will be over within 24 hours and my life will go back to normal."
I just didn't realize how wrong I was.
Authors Note:
Okay, what did you think? Honestly. Like I said, this is my first fan fiction and I need constructive criticism. And should I continue, yes or no? Oh, and would anyone like to be my beta? I have no idea how this works, so if you have some experience it would be extremely helpful for me. Let me know what you think and please review!
~Cabtwilighter