-Chapter Two-
"I can't believe you're actually doing that speed dating thing."
Alice and I were lounging in one of the red leather booths at Pat's Pizzeria in downtown Seattle. It has been tradition for the past 4 years that all three of us, including Rosalie, order a large pizza on Friday nights. Our version of a family dinner since we no longer lived in Forks with our parents. Except lately, Rose has been so caught up in the 'Wedding of the Century' that she's skipped out on our Friday dates for the last several weeks. So it just left the two musketeers to share her portion of the pizza and as a result gain a few extra pounds.
Currently, Alice is jibbing me about my desperate measures to find a man.
"You know only creeps with like foot fetishes participate in speed dating?"
"First of all Al, it's not speed dating. It's a professional mixer. And second, no one actually has a foot fetish," I reply while taking a long drink from my can of orange soda.
"Not true, Quentin Tarantino definitely has one!"
I quirk an eye brow at her. Trust Alice to sprout off these disturbing facts.
"Bella! Alice! Pizza!" Pat yells while dusting the flour off his hands onto his apron.
We shuffle through the throng of students waiting to get their carb load before a boozy night out.
"That will be $11.90 girls."
Alice pays. She always pays. Working at a pet stores earns just enough to make rent and to afford the necessities in life. Alice being the best friend she is, even decreased my rent in our joint apartment and shouted pizza each week in an attempt to keep up some normality in our lives now that Rose has gone MIA.
Alice can afford it though. Her job as a personal stylist to the stars lets her live the high life. She frequently rubs elbows with Bradley Cooper, Selena Gomez and Jennifer Lawrence.
Actually I wouldn't mind muff diving with J Law.
I guess that's what a natural talent for matching your accessories to your dress gets you. That and having your father be perhaps one of best plastic surgeons in America does help you score a pretty sweet pay check and a gate way into Hollywood. Alice never went to University but spent her first four years after high school commuting to Los Angeles and making a name for herself.
In retro spec she could move out but she would never put me out on the street.
Told ya she was the best friend a girl could have.
You could argue that I'm holding her back with my selfish and poorly ways but she often reassures me that's she's not ready to move in with her boyfriend of 1 year, 3 months, lawyer Jasper Whitlock. With his rugged looks and Southern charm it was plain to see why she fell madly in love with him. Not to mention their personalities are like pineapple and ham; odd in theory but perfect together. They'll get married for sure.
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