A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the brand new story. Hope you like and please remember to review.

This is dedicated to everyone who loves to shop as much as Alice!

Yes, I'm secretly Stephenie Meyer and yes I own Twilight. Not.

Alice POV

I mean, I love my sister and everything but this is getting beyond a joke. "Rosalie, come on! There's a Gucci dress out there with my name on it and there is no way I am gonna miss out on it because I'm waiting for you to stick your eyelashes on and stuff your bra!" I hissed up the stairs.

"You're buying a dress with your name on it? That's pretty sad Alice," Emmett said, shaking his head at me. Sometimes I really wondered about his level of intelligence. Mike Newton probably had more brain cells than him and that was really saying something.

"It doesn't literally have my name on it, Emmett! It's just a figure of speech," I explained. He stared at me like I'd spoken in outer-Mongolian. Then he shrugged and slouched off towards the kitchen. Bless.

"Rosalie! I swear to god if you don't get your ass down the stairs in five seconds, I'll -!"

"Alright, alright!" She appeared on the landing dressed in her usual hooker type outfit; complete with a top at least two sizes too small and sauntered towards me. "Honestly Alice, perfection takes time!" she sighed, with an exasperated expression on her face.

"Yes Rose, but don't you think that taking five hours to get ready for a shopping trip is just a tad excessive?"

"Um, no. This is how long I usually take. Just because you don't have the right bone structure to pull it off!" She flicked her sweeping, golden hair at me and I was hit with a wave of cheap perfume.

"THAT IS WAY OUTTA LINE ROSALIE! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY –" I was interrupted by an angel in cowboy boots.

"Er, guys hate to butt in like this, but there was this hat that I wanted to try on and those Armani jeans..."

"Coming Jasper! And you can wipe that grin off your face Rosalie Hale! Just because my husband wears hairspray and tight leather pants does NOT make him gay!"

Ah, I can honestly say there is nothing I like more than shopping. Well, expect when Jasper and I have alone time, which nowadays is a rare occasion. Watching him now, standing topless in the changing rooms, I know that there is no one more perfect and no one I would rather be with. He's simply my everything. And you know the best part? By some miracle, Jasper feels the same way about me too.

"What to do you think Alice?" he said in that beautiful southern accent of his. Jasper twirled on the spot, showing off the extremely fitted jeans he was trying on.

"You look gorgeous. As always," I sighed.

"Not as gorgeous as you," he replied, taking my hand in his and flashing his perfect teeth at me.

"Er, hate to interrupt the love-fest, but we said we'd meet Carlisle and Esme at three thirty outside starbucks. It's now four and starbucks is on the other side of the mall, so don't you think we'd better get a move on?"

Trust Rosalie to ruin the moment.

"Come on Alice. I don't think I'm gonna get these jeans. They're just a little too tight around the crotch area."

"Okay just let me buy these shoes and we can go." I speed-walked over to the checkout where I was met by an 'I'm-too-cool-for-this-shit' sort of cashier. Perfect.

She took the three pairs of shoes from me and turned her back to package them. I felt Jasper slide his fingers through mine. He'd finished getting dressed in his old clothes again. Shame.

"That will be $1,550 please," said the cashier, batting her fake eyelashes at Jasper.

I snarled. Jasper ever so casually stood on my foot and I handed over my credit card, smiling. That cashier had better watch it or she's going to lose more than just her job I thought to myself.

"Um, ma'am?" Urgh great, what does she want now?

"Yes?" I tried to sound polite.

"Er, this is rather embarrassing, but I'm afraid your credit card isn't working."

"What? Why?" This was the first time my credit card had ever not worked.

"Well, it appears that you have no funds left in your account." The stupid cashier looked rather smug now.

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"Okay... Rosalie, let me borrow your card."

"No way! Do you really think I'm going to let you borrow my money when all you've done today is insult me?" True, I had done nothing but insult her all day, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Firstly, it's not even your money, its Carlisle's, and secondly, I'll do your homework for three weeks if you let me."

"Fine!" She handed me the card. The bimbo-cashier swiped it.

"Um, I'm sorry, but this card isn't working either."

"What? Oh my god, someone's stolen all my money! Call 911!"

"Rosalie, calm down! I'm sure there's a logical explanation for this. Jasper, give me your card."

"Er, Alice, I don't have a card remember? Carlisle confiscated it when he found out I'd spent $3000 on Call of Duty games."

"Well do you have any money?"

"I don't like carrying around loose change. I could get mugged."

JESUS! YOU'RE A VAMPIRE!! WHAT'S THE WORST THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN IF SOMEONE TRIES TO MUG YOU?

"Rosalie?" I asked a last attempt to save myself from the embarrassment.

"Sorry Alice, I just spent my last fifty on some new lingerie from Ann Summers."

This could not be happening. It was like a nightmare. Never had I walked out of a shop empty handed. Oh my god! What was I going to do? I needed those shoes!!

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I think I started hyperventilating, but it was hard to tell because the room seemed to be spinning.

"Alice, are you okay?" I heard Jasper say, but he seemed too far away, in the distance almost.

"Just get me the shoes Jazzy."

Everything went dark and I fell to the floor.

A/N: Is Alice alright? Will she ever get the shoes? Whats happened to the Cullen's money? If you would like this story to continue, please review by pressing the nice big green button below. Alternatively, if bribe works for you, 5 lucky reviewers will be chosen at random and get a part in the story!!

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