Another day, another painful visit to Alice's bedroom, which I prefer to call "the beauty salon of infinite torture".
"I don't think I'm in the mood for a makeover today," I told Alice and Rosalie, and I swear to God that they looked horrified at my comment.
"But you have to! It's necessary!" Alice shouted, letting have the street hear her statement.
"Yeah, Alice isn't joking," Rosalie said in her part girlie, part serious manner.
"Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in question.
Alice and Rosalie stopped walking, looked at each other, sighed and looked at me as if I was stupid.
"Bella," Alice said patronizingly and put her hand on my left shoulder.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," Rosalie said, matching Alice's tone, putting a hand on the other shoulder.
"Jasper and Emmet have gone on an exchange to Scotland, and in their place are two Scottish people, a boy and a girl," Alice told me.
"They are arriving tonight so we have to look our best," Rosalie told me.
"And when you say "our best" I'm involved," I said sounding exasperated.
"Yes!"
"Duh!"
"Fine, but only if I can leave with my dignity," I told them.
"When have we ever left you with no dignity?" Alice said mockingly.
"I'd rather not bring up the Barbie incident of 2005," I told them and stared walking to their house again.
Rosalie and Alice started walking along side me saying, "we do one thing and we are judged for ever" and many more comments like that.
When we got back to their house I still couldn't help but wish it were my house. It was a very modern house with big windows and lots of wood, and yet it was sort of classical at the same time. There were lots of pieces of artwork hanging everywhere and by the glass stair case there was a massive wooden cross that was carved by Carlise way too religious dad, but the cross looked good in the house. Who said that religion never did anything cool?
As soon as I closed the front door of the Cullen's way too nice house Alice, Rosalie and dropped are bags at the bottom of the staircase, slid – threw – off our pumps, and ran up to Alice's bedroom, which was also considered as Rosalie's bedroom because she spends more time in Alice's than her own.
One we were in the torture chamber, Alice started to heat up her curlers and Rosalie got out the five make-up boxes that Alice owns.
"I have a theory," I said as I sat on Alice's bed.
"A theory about what?" Alice asked, placing herself on the seat in front of her dressing table that had three mirrors that looked like one.
"I have a theory that one day you, Miss Alice Cullen, will get bored of make-up, hair things, and nail varnish," I told her.
"Bella," Alice said, sounding as if she was holding herself back. "If you ever say something like that again I will rinse your mouth out with soap and "baptise" you in a bath."
"Soapy water. Drowning. I could think of worse ways."
A thoughtful look then passed over Alice's face. My comment had gotten to her. If I know Alice, which I do, then she will think of many ways to kill me from now on because the thought of herself turning her back on fashion was probably terrible in Alice's mind.
"Bella, Alice, save the threats for later cause the exchanges are arriving in ten minutes," Rosalie told us, holding her phone in her hand as if it held the answers to life.
The next five minutes of my life I felt Barbie's pain as Alice and Rosalie dolled me up. Eye shadow and mascara were flying everywhere so I didn't want to say anything in case I got hit in the eye, again.
"Ok, she's presentable," Alice said, stepping back too look at me.
"I agree. We can show her to the exchanges and not be ashamed," Rosalie said.
"Uh, hello? I'm right here," I said, offended. I mean, wouldn't you if people who were your best friends criticised everything you wore.
The doorbell then rang and Alice, Rosalie, and I darted down the stairs. Esme was already at the door greeting a girl with bronze ringlets and big blue eyes, and a boy who also had bronze hair and emerald green eyes with gold flecks that glinted when the light shone on them the right way….
Oh my God. Was I just oogling the Scottish boy? Oh my God, I was. Warning! Bella Swan is an oogler!
"Hello, I'm Esme, your mom for the next month. Please, come in," Esme told them stepping aside to let the two exchanges come into the house.
"Hello Esme, I'm Edward. This is ma mate Nessie," the Scottish boy said, pointing his hand towards the girl next to him.
"I'm nea called Nessie! It's Renesme!" Nessie told Edward.
The exchanges then stepped into the house, Edward laughing and Nessie glaring.
"Welcome to our home. These are my daughters and their friend," Esme told them.
"Hi, I'm Alice," Alice told them.
"I'm Rosalie."
"And I'm Bella, the friend."
Nessie pursed her lips and gave a single wave and Edward smiled a crooked smile….
Oogling bad! Bad Bella!
"Alice, show Renesme to her room," Esme told Alice. "Rosalie, Bella, show Edward his room."
"Okay, mom," Rosalie told Esme. "Come on Eddie, your room is next to mine."
"Oi, Rosalie. I aint Eddie, I'm Edward," Edward told her.
"But Eddie sounds so cool."
"Alright. I'll just call yea Blondie, a?"
"Fine! I'll call you Edward."
Rosalie hated the name Blondie. She says it's degrading. I think she doesn't like being categorised.
"Ok, so lets show your room," Rosalie said starting walk up the stairs with Edward and I following her.
I then realised that Edward wasn't holding any bags. I hope he's not one of those boys who wear things for way too long because apparently their pants don't have a sell by date, which they probably should.
"Edward, why haven't you got any luggage?" I asked him curiously.
"All me stuff is in one of the guest rooms," Edward told me.
"Yeah, his stuff arrived earlier than he did," Rosalie laughed at her quickness to realise this fact.
"I guess it did," Edward said.
We reached Emmet's room, which I guessed was going to be Edward's room for a month. Walking into Emmet's room was weird because it was practically empty. Well, apart from a suitcase and a guitar on the bed.
"This it your room," Rosalie stated and walked out.
I followed her even though I wanted to stay, but I think Edward would want some time alone. Rosalie and I headed for Alice's room and when we got there we saw Alice talking to Nessie.
"Hey you guys," I said, smiling.
"Hey! Oh my Gosh! Renesmee is, like, the coolest!" Alice said in her hyper pixie voice.
"Ouch, Alice. I think my ego is wounded," Rosalie said with her hand on her chest.
Alice and I laughed and Nessie just said, "Well, fea what I hear you 'ave quit a big ego so it'll be fine."
"You speak the truth," I told Nessie with a great big smile on my face.
Rosalie then sat down on Alice's bed while I took up position on Alice's desk chair.
"So, Nessie, are you Edward's girlfriend?" Rosalie asked in a casual tone.
"Rosalie!" I exclaimed, shocked at her question. I know that she doesn't sugar coat her words, but even a little dab of sugar would have been good for that question.
"No, no, it's fine. I get that question a lot so I'll tell you what I tell everyone else," Nessie said calmly. "How can you think that I'd go out with that numpty!"
I just looked blankly at Nessie. What the hell was a "numpty"? Was it Scottish for douche? Asswhole?
"What's a "numpty"?" Alice asked.
"A word that you should never say again," Nessie said and smiled at us.
"Girls! Edward! Dinner!" Esme shouted from the kitchen, I think.
Everyone in Alice's room darted down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find Esme and Edward already setting the table. We sat down at the table and then Carlise emerged from the kitchen.
"How d'you get down 'ere before me, Edward?" Nessie asked Edward as he took the seat next to her.
"Well, unlike you, I can cook so I offered Esme assistant in the kitchen," Edward told Nessie smugly.
My phone then buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. There was a text from my dad.
Bells I want you home for dinner
"Ummm…I'm really sorry but I have to go back home now," I told everyone and stood up.
"Okay Bella. We'll see you tomorrow," Esme told me sweetly.
Everyone else just said "bye Bella".
I walked out the door and all the way home, just thinking about Edward.
When I got home, Charlie was sleeping on the couch. So much for coming home for dinner. I put a cover over Charlie while he snored. Loudly. I then walked up stairs, not bothering about dinner because I had a really big lunch, and there is nothing edible in my house at the moment. I went to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed. I don't know why my best friends had to live so far away because every time I walked back to my house my legs became numb and on fire at the same time.
I had a history article to write, a ton of math questions to do, and an art picture to draw. What do I choose to do? Sleep.