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Her eyes were blue like baby blue crystals, striking and bright with things you could not imagine, secrets beyond secrets. Her eyes closed for a minute, her blinks were as graceful as her walk and when she wore her hair like that, a bun on the top of her head, she looked like a ballerina. Her pale skin made her ghostly, the jet blackness of her hair highlighted everything about her. Her pink lips plump and perfect…
"..Alice." She smiled such a breathtaking smile I got the wind knocked out of me.
"Bella." I breathed feeling so flawed sitting here in front of perfection. I held my hands behind my back playing with the hair hanging by my waist in delicate waves. I brushed it several times for this visit, I brushed my teeth two, picked out an outfit three times… Alice's visit being important was an understatement.
"Nice to meet you." The words danced out of her lips like a song. Esme's voice was something like that, beautiful and soft. Sweet and warm. I could see Alice so clearly, so sharply like I had been seeing everyone else in an unfocused blur. Every inch of Alice was so defined and beautiful. The way her ears looked so abnormally small, and the way her nose twitched when she sighed. I wanted to draw her, to keep this image of her forever.
"My mom says you've come all the way from Alaska."
"Yes."
"Cold." I muttered playing with the white lace hem of my dress nervously, her presence made me uneasy especially with those ice blue eyes watching me. Analyzing my every move.
"You might like something to drink?" I suggested trying my hardest to keep my voice even.
"Sure." The words were almost a whisper. I immediately got up from my spot on the couch next to her, and made my way to the kitchen where I was hoping Esme would be. To calm me maybe? I'm not sure. I just wish she had been there. I pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and the carton of orange juice from the fridge.
My hands trembled slightly as I poured the orange juice carefully. I wouldn't want to walk back into the living room with my ivory dress stained with orange juice. That wouldn't be too flattering in front of our guest now would it?
I put the orange juice back and my hands stopped there trembling, when Alice began talking to me from the living room as I made my way back.
"Your house is so nice." She beamed glancing around the house.
"It's all Esme." I smiled handing Alice her drink.
"Oh I wish she were here too." Alice's eyes got really bright and her whole body somehow expressed her excitement. I watched her carefully, a smile forming already from my amusement.
"She should be here any minute."
"Do you read Bella?" She asked abruptly taking a sip of her orange juice.
"… Yes I love to."
"Austen?"
"Yeah." Confusion clear on my face.
"You just seemed like someone who would." She smiled warmly. "My brother and I 'read' people as a hobby."
"Oh." Still confused.
"Not judging or anything. Just a game we use to play as kids that kind of stuck."
"Oh." With little more understanding I smile back.
"My brother and I play a lot of games like that.." She trailed off her ice blue eyes wandering to a painting we had on the wall.
"You know my cousin Scarlett lives with us too." She sighed, not smiling this time. "Well sometimes."
"..When she has too." I hear her mumble under her breathe.
"My cousin Emmett lives here." I keep the conversation going without talking about this Scarlett person she clearly dislikes.
"Oh great!" She squeals. "My brother is going to love that."
"How old is your brother?" I asked truly curious. The way her eyes brightened when talking about him, I took it they were pretty close.
"17, turning 18 next month."
"Oh so you guys are the same age?" I begin to play with the hem of my dress again, her eyes caught me and she spoke slowly as she went on. Had my fidgeting been annoying?
"Fraternal twins, actually."
"I don't have any siblings other than my cousin Emmett." I kept my hands in my lap, and she went on with that brightness and joy glowing within those piercing blue eyes. Her hands stayed still and quite, she hadn't moved an inch.
" Well that's going to change." She smiled. "I can already see us becoming the best of friends."
"Good." I laughed interested in how sure she sounded, how confident. Other than confusing it was kind of charming. No one was ever so certain when talking to me, never. She stretched her arms and relaxed into the couch. Seeming more comfortable being herself, was it something I said? Her eyes searched the room again, and I waited for her to comment on something. Instead she brought up something completely different.
"My brother loves Jane Austin." She grinned ear to ear at me, her eyes sparkling again.
"You're bother seems like he'd be very interesting."
"Beyond." She sighed looking at the painting on the wall once more than back at me.
"Scarlett is interesting too. Unfortunately you won't be meeting her anytime soon."
"Why is that?" I frowned, relaxing into the couch as well.
"She's kind of complicating. A story I'll share maybe some other time." Alice looked down at her hands shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Why would she bring her up then?
"What was I talking about before.." Alice looked to the ceiling now, talking to herself while I tried to gather clear thoughts about Alice. I tried to make a judgment but it was too hard somehow, I tried to understand how I felt about her but I was just plain confused. I could only understand that I wanted to know more about Alice.
"Oh games." Like fire, no spark in her eyes any long but a fire bold and vicious burnt through those crystal blue eyes I could almost see a red flash.. almost. I instinctively moved my face back and Alice blinked back to her normal self. . The sight wasn't scary nor was it pleasant but she continued like it never happened leaving me questioning my sanity.
"Lot's of games..mind games really…" She went on and on but I couldn't listen, I just stared into those blue, blue eyes wondering. Why had Alice come so early in the morning after all, I wasn't expecting her till later when Esme was home, I wasn't expecting her till at least noon. Emmett was with Rosalie somewhere this morning and I had been alone getting ready. I was hardly ready when Alice just out of the blue appeared but I couldn't keep her waiting. After all she was Carlisle Cullen's daughter.
Carlisle Cullen and my Aunt Esme had what would be described as a fling, and after fooling around on a business trip they started feeling things. Things like butterflies and light headedness, things like numb lips and dry throats. They were teenagers all over again, Esme had said. A bit fast for my cousin (her son) Emmett who still mourns over the death of the father he never met, with that being said the further this relationship went, the more careful aunt Esme had to be. We walked around the situation, analyzed it a million times tried to find ways to make it work and finally we did. About 2 months and 4 days later, brilliance that I lacked had come back to me.
"Let them have the space next door." I suggested. Space as in, land, land as in 'Why don't we have another mansion built for them and we can be neighbors for a while and see how that works.' That must have been what Esme heard because that's what she did. Money never being the issue, she went right ahead and had workers building and building. Strange I had thought what an odd thing to do for love. It was something read about in books, it was something seen in the movies. How desperate Carlisle and Esme wanted to be in love.
I'd never seen a love like theirs, so innocent and beautiful, after watching them whisper and giggle with each other I couldn't call Esme crazy for what she did. I knew my mother would have loved to have someone like that in her life, sadly her life ended too soon to have it actually happen. Her dreams and life were snatched away from her on October 22nd 2002. Her name was Renee and I still think about her like she's here. I still talk to her like she is listening. Esme does the same, losing her closest and only sister was about the hardest thing she's ever been through. Aunt Esme takes good care of me, and I love her very much, she's oddly warm and sometimes so sweet it's creepy but I love her all the same.
So to have Carlisle and his two kids move in next door was acceptable in this case. To welcome strangers into my home was allowed here. I wouldn't ruin this for her, no one would and I'd make sure of it.
"Bella?" Alice called softly I concern, I jumped out of my daze instantly.
"Sorry." I apologized sincerely.
"Hm are you religious?" She changed topics so quickly, I was trying to keep up.
"Not really.."
"That's going to have to change.." She mumbled under her breathe.
"Excuse me?" I smiled assuming immediately she was joking, the way her eyes dimmed so seriously, and that frown formed on those pretty lips. What was wrong with not being religious?
"Nothing." She shook her head dismissively, and I found myself so quick to hate. It was easy… She was perfect. Perfect people are easy to dislike… so far Alice isn't because I instantly feel guilty.
"You know Edward plays the piano." She goes on suddenly looking at me wide eyed now, and I watched her with so much confusion. I watched her questioningly as she went on, her hands suddenly moving nervously and her pupils dilating.. so big her eyes almost looked as black as her hair.
"Alice?" My voice thick with concern and my hand reaching out for her. "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I have a medical problem." She twitched away from my touch and let her eyes wander far from mine.
"Are you okay?" I tried asking but she wouldn't have it.
"Yes Bella." The giggle that escaped her lips was almost frightening. "Are you okay?"
"Of course." I grimaced. "You looked so-"
"So what?" She tilted her head at me, finally making eye contact, but the wild in them had vanished. It was all pale blue and beauty again.
"Are you okay Bella?"
I was almost angry for being accused of being crazy, that's basically what she was doing right? Wasn't it? I wasn't feeling like myself I was being far too nervous, far too careful. I wasn't angry as I should have been, and from the start I didn't envy her perfection like I might of have if this whole morning wasn't so bizarre.
"Yes." I whispered. "Just a bit tired I guess."
Something about her wasn't right.
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