Summary: The moment I decided that I'd follow Charlie's footsteps and become Alice's bodyguard, I knew I had to expect a lot of things. What I didn't expect was me falling for Edward Cullen.

I don't own Twilight.

Bella

"Good morning, Bella!" a familiar high-pitched voice yelled in my ear. "Get up! We're going shopping. Come on, Bella. Get up!"

I rubbed my eyes and glared at the girl sitting on my bed. No, scratch that. She was jumping up and down, her short black hair bouncing as well.

"Alice, you are very much aware of the fact that the malls are still closed, right? I mean look at the time. It's only--" It's 11 in the morning. Stupid, stupid clock.

"Seriously, Bella. What were you doing last night?" Alice stopped bouncing, and was now sitting cross-legged on my bed, her expression smug and amused.

"I was finishing Pride and Prejudice. And I think my alarm clock's broken again." I stood up and made my way to my bathroom to brush my teeth, Alice following. She leant against the door jam, looking for split-ends that didn't even exist. Not in Alice Brandon's perfect salon-treated hair.

"You've read that for, like, a hundred times already. I swear, if Jane Austen's still alive, she'd be calling you a stalker."

I didn't respond to her because a) I was still brushing my teeth b) I was still too tired to argue and c) I can't think of a smart retort.

Because I didn't reply, she sighed and left me in peace to wash my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo. I didn't hear the door close so she was still probably in my room. I smiled to myself. Alice may be an annoying and spoiled brat, but I could never get angry at her. She's almost like my younger sister, except maybe for the fact that I'm her personal bodyguard.

Not just any other bodyguard, but Mary Alice Brandon's bodyguard, which means I don't wear black suits and sunglasses and braid my brown hair just like the secret agents do. No, she hates that. Too boring, she says. Alice Brandon's bodyguard wears expensive and branded ensembles and, ugh, heels. Which I don't mind really. Amazingly, I find it fun, though sometimes it gets tiring and I really need my time alone.

Yes, this is my life. Not too boring, is it?

"Oh, right. Mom said we'll be meeting the 'other one' today for lunch, right?" Alice asked when I stepped out from the shower. She was sitting on my unmade bed, and I could see that she had picked out my outfit. A black trench coat and simple white dress for underneath. I frowned inside at the high-heeled Mary Janes she chose.

"I guess that totally slipped."

Apparently, Mrs. Brandon, the most paranoid socialite mother on earth, thought that one bodyguard wasn't enough for Alice.

"You're a girl, Bella. Not that I'm underestimating you, which I'm not, but you see, I'm only doing what I think is best for Mary Alice. She needs you, but she also needs a man to protect her."

"Mrs. Brandon, we have Emmett, if you're worried that I'm unable to protect her." I said. Emmett is Alice's driver, and a very good friend of mine. I tried my best to sound polite.

"Yes, there's Emmett. But it would really give me a peace of mind if I'm sure of Alice's security. Plus, I'm sure you'd really like Edward. He's such a nice guy." She said.

Was it just me or did she wink at the last part?

It's not that I'm against with the whole new bodyguard thing. I just think it's unnecessary.

"Yes, of course. It slipped." Alice said, rolling her eyes playfully.

"So we won't be going shopping today?" I asked hopefully. Oh, please, please, please.

"I guess the shopping will have to wait." She huffed, clearly disappointed. "Now get dressed. I'll be downstairs. Hurry, okay?"

Alice

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, but I guess you already know that. I'm the only daughter of Robert and Mary Brandon. Daddy's the CEO of Brandon Corporation, and Mommy is well-known fashion designer.

But of course, people know that.

People say I'm spoiled, which is partly correct however they fail to see the other side of me.

On the outside, Alice Brandon is a stuck-up sixteen-year old socialite who has everything. Alice Brandon has a beautiful bodyguard named Bella Swan who may be the only bodyguard in the world who's forced to wear Chanel. Alice Brandon also has a driver named Emmett McCarty, who's really big and intimidating, but has a girlfriend. Alice also owns over two hundred pairs of shoes, room full of designer bags and more. That's Alice Brandon for everyone.

But the real Alice Brandon is more than that. She loves to draw and paint. She dances ballet. She has her own insecurities like her obvious lack of height. The real Alice Brandon just like any other girl, plus the privileges of course.

I also have this tendency to check and re-check whether my outfit's alright. That drives Bella crazy sometimes.

"Hey, Emmett."

My driver smiled at me as he opened the door of the silver CRV for me. "We're going to meet Mr. Cullen today. I think you've heard about that." I told him when he was sitted on the driver's seat.

He nodded then started tapping the steering wheel. Hmm. He's uncharacteristically quiet today. Normally, he would throw jokes at me the moment I got in the car. Lame jokes but never cease to make me laugh. Today, he was just staring at the blank space before him. Then it hit me.

"Oh my gosh! Rose rejected your proposal? But.. but how can that be? You're, like, the most perfect couple in the world. Geez, Emmett, you must have done something horrible to turn her off!"

Emmett looked at me as if I'm a lunatic through the rear-view mirror.

"Miss Alice, for starters, I haven't even proposed yet. It will be tomorrow evening. I believe I told you that for about ten times already, since you keep bugging me about that. And then, if you're wondering why I'm quiet, which I bet you are, it's because I'm planning my whole speech." He said, his voice still polite.

"Oh." Good. There's nothing more devastating than seeing two perfect lovers torn apart after five year of being together. Am I being melodramatic again? Yes, maybe I am.

Emmett chuckled. "Don't worry, Miss Alice. Whatever will be the outcome of tomorrow, I'll make sure you'll be the first to know. And Bella, of course."

"Well, you know that we're your greatest fans, Emmett." Very true. We've seen their love story evolve.

The passenger door opened and Bella got in.

"That dress looks pretty on you, Bella." Of course it would. I chose that out for her.

"Thanks, honey." She smiled at me then turned her attention to adjusting her earphone. The kind that bodyguards use. The one where Bella and Emmett call me a special codename for privacy matters which I don't understand. Some idiot chose the name "Pixie" for me and everyone thought it was funny.

"Ready?" Emmett asked.

"Always."