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isclaimer: The only one in this little story. You all should know by now I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. FYI, Bella is a vampire in this story. She has been for about three years now, and isn't really affected by human blood. It's just like animal blood to her. Happy Birthday, Edward!
Alice and I were sitting in her bedroom, me trying on new clothes she had bought me and her telling herself, or me, what she thought of them and how they looked on me. We had just finished on the 5th outfit, and were now chatting and taking a break. "Hey Bella, did I mention tomorrow is Edward's 107th birthday?" she asked me.
I shook my head, taking a sip of ice-cold deer blood before replying "no Alice, I completely forgot. Maybe we could throw him a surprise birthday party?" Alice squealed, and replied "Bella, what a brilliant idea! We could work on it today since you sent him on a little shopping spree to pick up new CDs, and tomorrow, I could convince him on a hunting trip. Let's get to work".
Soon, Alice had loaded myself, Jasper, and Emmett into her Porsche, Jasper and Emmett in the back with the girls in the front. She sped off to Seattle, knowing that Edward had gone to Port Angeles. We had decided that the colors we to be topaz and black with a splash of white, and even though none of us vampires could eat it, to get a cake. Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of Party City and ran in.
Emmett got a cart, and we set off. Three hours later, we had managed to pick up a pure black party banner that read 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY', tons of black and topaz balloons, black and white candles with stripes and dots, about fifteen packs, black cups, plates, silverware and napkins, and all the other supplies needed for a birthday party. Jasper and Emmett also managed to find black and white strobe lights, which we would set up at the party, giving it a dark feel.
We all walked out, each pushing a cart filled to the brim with party supplies. I refused to look at the amount we paid, and Alice agreed it would be a good idea. Apparently, she had seen a vision of me fainting when seeing the amount, which then involved an ambulance being called, which involved Edward hearing about it and coming, then finding out about his party and throwing a huge tantrum.
After loading all the bags into the trunk and placing a few in the boy's laps, we drove off towards our next destination, a few bakeries here to see if they could make a three tier cake for Edward. Mainly, a birthday cake made to look something like a wedding cake. Why? Because we had to fit all the candles on, and even though Emmett wanted to make a tiered cake with 107 tiers and one candle on each.
Then Jasper came up with the other idea, which meant that after Emmett finished pouting and whining about it, it was accepted. We were supposed to go to Cupcake Royale, to pick up 17 cupcakes, which represented his human age, and then to two different bakeries, Macrina Bakery, which made personalized wedding cakes (ours would be made into a birthday cake, with the Cullens dazzling them I'm sure they would understand), and Borracchini's Bakery, in which the wedding cake would also be turned into a birthday cake.
As Alice, Jasper and Emmett chatted about how hard it would be to keep this from Emmett and how they would block their minds (a few ideas were singing Brittany Spears, thinking about a dog named Spot who hooks up with a dog named Dot and they have sex -that was Emmett- and listing every person they ever knew in the Confederate army, then ranting on and on and on about how the Confederates won the war, and that the USA had it all wrong), I began thinking about Edward's present.
I could get him a new CD, but he already had to many of those. Clothes were an option, but last time Alice and I went shopping for him and bought him clothes (including underwear), he wasn't too pleased. Maybe it was the fact that his sister knew what he was wearing under his clothes. A new phone, but he already had one that he really liked. A new car, but he already had to many. During the last three years, he had added three more to his collection, making five.
I knew I could think of something by the end of today, I just had to. The possibilities stopped running through my mind as the car skidded into one of the parking spaces outside Cupcake Royale. Emmett tapped my shoulder, and said "Bella, come on, we're herreeee!" in a singsong voice. I sighed, and climbed out of the car, following the rest of them into the cupcake shop. The torture had begun.