The two girls wandered in, chatting animatedly between themselves. They hadn't noticed me yet so I cleared my throat. Startled, they looked up and noticed me standing there.
I wish I had been wearing earmuffs.
The next thing I knew, the two squealing girls were jumping up and down and hugging me.
"Hey!" I shouted.
"Sorry," the shorter girl apologized, still jumping.
She was an interesting person. I could tell by the way she was bouncing, that she had limitless energy. She also had black hair that was cut into a spiky, pixie hair-cut. It actually suited her perfectly and I would never be able to pull it off. Her clothes hinted at a designer origin. Now that I mention it, so did the supermodel standing next to her.
"I'm sorry about Alice," the supermodel said.
The girl named, Alice just grinned wider and kept jiggling.
The supermodel was taller than Alice. Her hair was a gorgeous golden wave, sparkling in the dull light of the room. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked me over. I had a feeling she would either become a model or go into the beautician industry. Or both.
"Rosalie Vivian Hale! I didn't get to introduce myself!" Alice shouted, and I actually had to cover my ears, "I was looking forward to it all week!"
"Hey, go ahead," the model called Rosalie replied, glaring directly at Alice, "Now she knows even more about me than she does about you!"
"You got a point there," Alice said thoughtfully, and then she turned to me.
"Anyways!" she shouted, dragging the word out, "My name is Mary Alice Cullen, but I absolutely hate the name 'Mary' because it is so common and boring! Alice is so much cooler!"
Then she added in a threatening voice, "Call me Mary Alice and I will kill you!"
"Hey! Ease up Mary Alice. Don't scare the poor girl!" Rosalie put a lot of emphasis on the 'Mary' part, which made me giggle at the bickering between the two of them.
Rosalie decided to introduce herself properly.
"Hi, my name is Rosalie Hale. Alice kindly used my awful middle name when she yelled at me. Oh, and please call me Rose. Anyways, what's your name?"
I was just about to open my mouth to speak when Alice shouted out;
"You're really pretty! I bet your name is too!"
Being typical me, I flushed and dropped my gaze to the floor. Whenever anyone called me pretty or beautiful, I felt they were lying. I was just a 'Plain Jane'. 5' 8", dull brown hair, similar eyes and my body was naturally a soft, thin shape. There was nothing special about me.
"Come on!" Rose added, "You have definitely had a boyfriend or someone call you gorgeous before?!"
My voice was very soft when I answered.
"Some guys have called me beautiful, but I never believed them. I thought they were just teasing me. And, no. I have never, ever had a boyfriend. I just hadn't felt the need for one, and I always turned the guys down. I didn't want my heart to get broken."
I finished talking and I realised that this was the most I had ever told a person, let alone two that I had just met.
The other two just stared at me in shock. Could they not believe that I had never had a boyfriend? I just found it natural. I was just a loner. My parents had divorced when I was 6. I had lived with my dad until he had been shot on the job. He had been a cop in Phoenix so it wasn't that surprising. He always loved the front line. I was 13 when I went to my mum. She was a free spirit. I had the house to myself for weeks at a time, though no authorities found out. I had pretty much been alone my entire life.
"My name is Isabella Swan. My middle name is Marie and I would prefer it if you called me Bella."
"Nice to meet you, Bella," Alice replied, still shocked at my revelation. Gee, it wasn't that big of a deal. Right?
"Okay, I'm starving. Who wants something to eat," Rosalie announced, and I was surprised she would eat anything at all.
"Me!" Alice yelled, and started jumping again. I would never keep up with her.
I only had breakfast on the airplane, and it was just after lunchtime now.
"Sure," I added, and headed out the door with the two girls that could possibly become my first best friends.
