I am not Stephine Meyer and do not own any of the characters. :)

Bella POV

I sighed briefly whilst staring at my reflection in the mirror. School would start in a few weeks again and would be as dull as ever but for now, I had a problem-my hair. I had woken up only an hour ago and dawdled, taken a long hot shower and changed into my work clothes. They were fairly plain; a black skater dress that barely reached my knees with a deep blue apron tie around my waist. The straps clipped on at the sides of my dress just under my shoulders. The neckline was a v-shape that plunged only a little and all in all, I looked awful. The clothes did no favours to my body.

Alice on the other hand, looked simply amazing as per usual. The dress showed off her skinny waist and the blue contrasted nicely with her coal black eyes and perfectly but oddly pale skin….well, she'd be here in a few minutes now anyway. I waited for a while before. I heard a light tap on my door before I saw the little sprite myself (Emmets nickname for her which I thought suited her well). She hadn't bothered waiting for my reply and had bounced right in front of my desk. Alice smiled happily at me then frowned at my hair after with a look of disapproval but expectance.

"Need a little help Bella?" She asked perfectly innocently but I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Alice", I groaned, "I'm sure I can just tie it up into a messy bun and be done with it" As soon as I looked at her, I regretted the words that had spilled out of my mouth. This was Alice, Alice who always dressed not only her but me for any occasion, and Alice, who hated my lack of fashion sense.

"Bellaaaaa" she smiled, "you can't go to work like that. At least accept my help graciously"

"Alice", I sighed needing to be firm, "I do not care what people are going to think of me. I am dressed for work so let's go" I finished brightly with hope she'd let me off this time and started to stand but Alice being Alice reached over placing both her cool hands on my shoulders.

With some amazing force for her small self, she pushed me back into the chair. "Bella" I heard her musical voice tinkle," I have a feeling that today you will not want messy hair" She was finding something amusing but when I asked, she did not care to elaborate so I kept quiet.

She had a focused expression on her face like she normally did when she was doing something with my hair. She moved from spray, to straighteners to curlers before clipping the sides back. When she turned me to look at the mirror, a small gasp escaped my lips.

My brown hair was straight at the top but nearing the bottom it fell into loose curls. She had applied a very light amount of makeup to my face and had given me black eyeliner before adding mascara to long lashes. When I turned to look back at her, she was very smug and was muttering something like, "this is perfect" but it was too fast and low for me to be sure.

"Alice", I started nervously, she never went this far, "why?"

She chucked, "well, let's just say I had a vision in mind"

It sounded like there was a double meaning and I often wondered about Alice. Sometimes she'd say things like, "Oh, lets go to Seattle on Thursday, the weather will be lovely" or she would call before I left for school saying "wear a coat to school, it's gonna rain" and she was always right. No one ever betted against Alice in school and her odd family had always warned me against it if I ever visited. I let it pass.

"Bella? Bella!" I laughed too quietly for her to hear but somehow she did anyway. I blushed, maybe it wasn't as wuite as I thought. "Don't laugh at me! You daydreaming will make us late for work and I haven't been late once and neither will I be."

Stunned, I apologised and she grabbed my arm, dragging me down the steps. Why she was hurrying which beat me. She was muttering something about another family member but I had met them all.

There was Carlisle, the best doctor in town who looked like a model and had a charming voice. Many nurses wanted him but he was taken by a women I considered my second mother Esme. She had soft eyes, pink lips and beautiful hair which went just past her shoulders. They were a very happy couple as well as Alice's parents who had adopted her and her sister Rosalie who looked nothing but everything like Alice at the same time. Rosalie was stunning in every way and was your typical model of perfection with long golden hair and big sharp blue eyes. She made every girl in forks high school look like trash but she was nice to me anyway. Rosalie was dating Emmet, a large muscular guy who reminded me of a cuddly bear and he was like a brother to me even though he's an idiot. Alice was dating Jasper, a good-looking man who, from what Alice told me came from the South. She didn't elaborate on his history to much and when I had asked once, she had frozen for only a second but enough for me to worry. So, despite her telling me about the rest of him, often in too much detail, I kept my distance from him as he did to me. If we ever spoke, it was either to do with Alice or literature, our only common ground from what I had figured so far yet I always felt comfortable in his presence.

"Alice, I know your family, I've met them all" I spoke slowly, annunciating each word to try and calm her down but no.

She threw open the door and I cringed ever so slightly as I watched the hinges shake. Then she jumped up and down and guided me, now walking even faster whilst bouncing somehow, to her yellow Porsche. Why she even had this job, I do not know. Her whole family were rich but when I told her I was getting a job here, she applied immediately with me.

"Come on, Seatbelt up! Let's go" she was practically shouting for me to hurry up even though we were already out of my drive and halfway down the road.

I was going to try one more time. "Ali, will you please tell me why I have to look decent and we have to drive at 150mph?" I wasn't exaggerating and her driving did scare the life out of me most times.

I was fixing my eyes on the road ahead, but out of my peripheral vision, I saw her grin widen, flashing her perfectly aligned teeth. "Nope" she exclaimed popping the "p". I pouted facing her way and she just started laughing. I growled at her and faced the road once more. Growling was something her family did constantly but don't ask me why and pouting was just Alice yet I had picked up on both habits.

She pulled up by the kitchen doors of "Pancakes, Puddings and Pies" and parked neatly in front of a pine tree. I undid my seatbelt and was about to open the door when Alice was already there. I didn't even see her get out of her side. "C'mon" she moaned before laughing hysterically. Alice, my best friend was someone who I would never understand and that was a bet I felt willing to make.