A/N: I figured I should pay a little more attention to what I am writing and, thus, this chapter was born. Along with my first love scene which is to make its first appearance in a chapter which is soon to make its depute.
Have a pleasant read.
BellaPOV
It hadn't turned out to be much. Bike-guy had done exactly what he told me he would; driven me home. He had simply rode up to my house, stopped, waited for me to get off and then left. Without a word. I have to admit; I was excruciatingly disappointed. I had stood on the driveway, gaping after him in wonder and slight shock. Then I had done what I had meant to do; taken a shower. Twice.
Eventually I ended up sitting in the couch with a huge cup of hot chocolate, watching reruns of Misfits while waiting for Alice to come back home. The rain was pouring down outside, it was a mystery to me how people had actually been able to willingly choose to live in this part of the country. Then again, I had as well. I finally heard the door open, quietly though, as if she did not wish for me to know of her late arrival…
"Alice?" I stepped around the corner and turned on the lights. Alice looked like a thief caught in the action, the ones you usually see in cartoons and animated movies as they tiptoe out the door. I raised an eyebrow at her while pursing my lips, taking on the stance of the expecting bitch; one hand on the hip, as named hip is poked out. She grinned.
"Truce?" The other brow shot up. She sighed and soon looked like a living willow tree. I sighed.
"Where have you been, Alice?" I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to relax as I slumped my shoulders slightly and crossed my arms. She looked from right, to left, to the ceiling.
"Nowhere," she answered, suspiciously.
"Oh, okay," I turned to walk back to my couch. It took Alice about two seconds to respond, as expected.
"Huh?" she exclaimed. I turned back around yet again, staring at her as if though she had just done something inexcusable. She grimaced at me in wonder, mouth open, brows raised.
"Well," I started. "You are, obviously, to sleep in the dog house tonight." She looked hurt. I beamed at her, arms still folded and started to turn back around, slightly worried that I would start feeling dizzy and fall on my ass for turning back around so many times. I was sitting on the couch, and had been for a few minutes, when Alice finally decided what to do.
"Fine!" She yelled, stomping over to me where I sat comfortably, sipping on hot coco. I turned toward her as she flopped down, raised the coco to my lips and ordered her to begin. She sighed in defeat and started.
"I met a guy," she informed me, waving her hand dismissively. I stared at her with raised eyebrows over my cup. She mumbled incoherently, looking away, and then she stopped to stare at me with a weird face, from underneath her eyelashes with a fish mouth.
"Well, you were already gone. And it's your fault; you're the one who left me behind, following your handsome rescuer without caring what happened to me!" I was about to interrupt her, to tell her that I had been abducted, but she continued with her wild gestures and terrorizing machinery of speech. It will never cease. "I had to come along to the principles office," she yelled at me in disgust," to confirm what happened, they treated me as an eyewitness!" She took a break from her speech to pout. I waited, and once I decided that she was probably not about to continue I pressed for more.
"You may continue…" She blinked.
"… I had just finished explaining things to the dictatorial pig but don´t worry, I´d never rat you out, I totally covered for your stupid ass mistake." My facial expression had darkened but was soon back to indifference. "Anyway, so I walk out of the prince´s office to the waiting room, I know, right? I mean, a waiting room? It felt like a dentists office-"
"Alice, stop rambling, get back to it." I sipped on my coco.
"Oh, right. So I walk out of the office and there he sat, waiting for something, or someone. He is absolutely gorgeous Bella! I have never seen such a fabulous creature, he was inexcusably celestial…" Alice compleatly spaced out, dreaming of her newly found interest. I curled my upper lip in a grimace and moved my head backwards in a sort of creeped out manner. I shook my head.
"Okay, fine; I get all that but where were you?" Alice hesitated. "Oh don´t even think about it." Querying weather to tell me or not, eh?
"I was with Jasper."
"So that was his name," I told myself before going to the kitchen with the intention of pursuing a refill of hot chocolate. "Wait a minute," I poked my head through the indoor window between the kitchen and the living room. "Who is Jasper?"
"I just told you!"
"No, you didn´t. You told me where you were, not who Jasper was."
"UGH!" she screamed, throwing her hands up in the air and bounced off the couch only to run up the stairs to her room in agitation. I watched after her, then I turned back to my coco and prepared it in solitude before I followed her upstairs and into her room. The rest of the night was spent listening to Alice talking of how gentlemanly he had been and how much she had hated it. Yet she wanted nothing more to meet him again. She attempted to explain how she felt, but all that explanation contained of was her making noises, sounds and weird gestures. I tried my best to understand, but I guess love is hard to put in words. The evening ended with me stroking her hair a she fell asleep, my cup of coco still in one hand.
AlicePOV
The sun was not shining.
"Uuugh."
The sheets were everywhere, the bed was not. I forced my ten-pound eyelids upwards. Concentrated on my surroundings.
Raspy material beneath me… paper-folded birds hanging from a ceiling… wooden legs of a chair... boxes scattered everywhere...
Why am I lying on the floor?
I heaved my limp body to the side, having a momentary look of the boxes under my bed before there was a low thump and I was staring at the ceiling yet again, in the position of Da Vinci's Vitruvian man.
"Ouch." I stretched my arm out, grabbing the post of the bed and pulling myself to a sitting position. After blankly staring into space for a few minutes, I pushed my butt off the ground, staggering to my feet. The hardest part was over.
Walking to the full length, silver-framed mirror, I nearly jumped with surprise.
A dishevelled bird's nest, sloppily dropped onto a head which screamed for an emergency clean-up. Dark auras encircling lifeless, brown eyes. Bra violently torn to the side.
"Why was I sleeping with my bra?" I loudly asked nobody in particular. Then shrugged and made to walk out of my room, although I had to struggle since I kept stumbling into the half-empty boxes of books, photos, paintings and other gadgets. "Oh well. Isabellaaaaa!"
"What is it?" she shouted into what seemed to be her pillow, judging by the muffled sound of her voice. I skipped into her room, stopping by her humongous bed that made mine seem tiny in comparison. She was lying flat on her stomach, her face buried into the pillow, and her hair nearly took more place than the rest of her body.
"It's morning", I said merrily.
There was silence. Then, slowly, her head turned sideways, not even attempting to pull away the masses of hair shielding her sight. I smiled brightly at her. I knew she could see me, but without a word, she turned back.
"It's seven o'clock! Waky waky!" I called, jumping up and down. She groaned an answer, waving a dismissive arm at me before dragging herself off the bed. I watched numbly as her hair fell down on her back in perfect, mahogany waves.
"What?" she asked bitterly, scrutinizing my current situation.
Sheepishly, I said, "Your hair's pretty." She rolled her eyes, mumbling something about mangling midgets as she headed out the room. I lingered, observing the black and dark blue theme. I abruptly stopped my gawking and regretting the choice of not choosing satin sheets as well when I caught sight of her two nightstands.
In a matter of what, twenty awake hours, one of them was already being heavily assaulted by the weights of her many note- and sketchbooks, a dream-diary and a numerous amount of mechanical pencils who all had had their erasers used to the very brink. The other nightstand was bearing her huge laptop and a glass of old water, which I grabbed with a roll of my eyes. I walked into the hall that connected our bedrooms and walk-in closets. Remembering the size and contents of mine, I scurried down to the kitchen to shorten the time which separated us.
BellaPOV
My dearest midget looked as if she had been assaulted by evil fairies this morning as she had woken me from my blissful sleep. The morning had contained of her flying about the house looking utterly confused and carrying different pieces of garment every time she passed me. She was crying out complaints that her chamber of secrets had not yet been fully stocked while I was shuffling myself from the bathroom to the kitchen and back again in my underwear. As I was about to drag myself back up the stairs to my own chamber I suddenly had a very tense looking face and worried eyes staring into mine only inches away. I looked down slowly, too scared to make any sudden movements, only to notice Miss dwarfiness on her tippie toes. I stared back up.
"Yes?"
"Help," she requested, though I have no idea how any sound had been able to escape those tightly pursed lips. We stared at each other before I stepped around her, feeling her gaze on me all the while. I walked into my room.
"Sit." She sat. I waltzed into my chamber of untold secrets and threw on a pair of light blue jeans and a grey t-shirt and then waltzed back out. Alice had seated herself on a small chair in front of my vanity table, tense as a blowfish. "Now, my lovely pygmy," she snapped her sorry eyes to me, "what can I do you for?"
"Tell me what to wear," she began. "And do my make up for me... and hair." My brown eyes stared at her. "... Please?"
"Why does that sound like a question?" I asked while starting toward the door. "What are my options?" She beamed before running after me and started throwing around clothes and turning her machinery of speech on full blast. The rest of the morning was spent getting my best friend ready to face the world as a proud and confident woman. Hopefully her hormonal period was not going to force my hand, making me spike her early morning muffin with any sort of make-me-happy herb in order for her to be her usual, happy self. It would surely set her mood on the right side, though I do not believe any of our surrounding members of this society would appreciate it if I let her out while being high.
"How are you feeling?" I asked Alice as I drove us to school in Vogue. She was poking and stroking the lines of her face, lips and eyebrows very carefully while staring at her reflection with bedroom eyes in the vanity mirror of the car.
"I feel epic," she told me as she dabbed at her lipgloss before turning to me with overly raised eyebrows and pouty kiss-me mouth. We laughed and I rode in on the concrete to park my car in front of our highly prestigious school. At least it's prestigious now.
"Bella," Alice was already out of the car, myself trying to unplug my iPod from the car's sound system. "I'm gonna go ahead." I yelled back.
"Why?"
"Because the bell seems to have already rung!" She was already halfway to the door, her voice getting smaller and smaller the closer she got. Let the day begin.
English passed without any incident worthy of my notification. I passed government with bored ease and earplugs were safely placed inside of my ears during trig; I do hate it. I skipped Spanish all together.
While sitting in the cafeteria, facing the entrance of the building, I searched for leather covered shoulders as well as bronze colored hair. Alice entered before I had the chance to spot those things though.
"Hi Bella!" she beamed as she sat in front of me, shielding my view a little. "How's your day been so far?" Alice dug her teeth in a glistening red apple, its sweet fragrance making my mouth water.
"Just fine," I turned back towards the entrance and was shocked to see him, striding in together with three more beautiful people, though none more divine than he. As they seated themselves I thought of them as a whole different race than us, all the while knowing that that cannot be so. I was mesmerized, Alice's rambling turning into no more than a diminutive fog grazing the seat of my faculty of reason, while the sight of the bronze haired god given creation numbed my senses into oblivion.
I woke from my daze only when they left from their table and, to my understanding, it had been because of the bell. Alice held me captive for a few more minutes before she made me walk her to class. Biology was simple, I had started to think so after finally starting to get it. I had been lucky enough to sit alone by one of the benches, atlas; so I thought. A few minutes into the lesson the door swung open and in strode a person I was not yet sure I wanted to have beside for the rest of the year or not.
AlicePOV
Shopping was awesome.
School had been fine, apart from the fact that Bella had been excruciatingly absent from reality as I was trying to have a conversation with her; it had truly felt like talking to a wall. She had driven me home in the same state, and so I had escaped her none existent presence by driving off in The Flower with my wallet in a tight grip.
Port Angeles presented itself to be quite a suitable location for my monthly, garmental stocking. With having found the most wondrous second hand shop with a phenomenal supply of everything and anything remotely close to fashion, I was satisfied to almost no end. Although the demonized kid in one of the Halloween-masks that kept stalking me did make me jump onto the counter yelping like crazy.
After making my much desired leave, I was now skipping down the darkened streets in peaceful bliss. Sunset was dawning upon the city, and I figured I should be heading home. Although the fact that Isabella had not even worried enough to send the tiniest remark on my delay made me a bit sour. My eyes somehow zeroed in on the sign with the 'P', and something sprang to my mind.
Pencil sharpener!
"Almost forgot!" I murmured lowly to myself, and quickened my pace, the multiple bags in my hands almost accountable as weapons the way they swung like propellers around me. With these in a poor, defenseless book shop plus the accident in the second hand shop, I would be banned from the shop district.
And I do not want that.
Having decided, I passed the sign (with the p) and entered the parking lot, bags still propelling. I dumped them in the trunk of The Flower; my beautifully puny car.
"So pretty," I whispered to myself as I gawked at it for a while, then turning on my heels and skipping away. I made myself go to the bookshop, happy with the reassurance of my weapons not being close enough to me to hurt people.
The bell rang as I entered the shop, the smell of inked paper filling my nostrils and yellow light creating a dim yet cosy feeling to the salon which presented walls occupied by perfectly readable material from floor to ceiling. My steps were filled with purpose and determination as I looked for the item I was seeking; the pencil sharpener. I passed the cases of books screaming for attention, allowing the familiar pull to draw me into the far end of the store. There, displayed before me, on top of a table that held pencils and other necessities, was the most epic tool known to man together with her friends and siblings. Their pastel covered shells radiated and glistened as I stared at them, desperate to grab one and devour it while sharpening my truncate pens.
"I want the pink one," and that is the one I grabbed. It was safely shielded in the cage that I had created with my fingers and palms until I was able to pay for it and, after that, it was to be put away behind smooth, plastic walls so that it may be transported and secured to a safe location. The dude behind the counter was pretty; he was absolutely fuckable, is what Bella would say. He smiled at me, and I beamed back. As he registered the pencil sharpener, fumbling a little bit with the plastic baggie, I stared at him with an open mouth.
"I'm hungry," I informed… nobody in particular, though the cashier just so happened to be handing me the plastic bag as I spoke. I grabbed the bag and hurried out of the store. I did not have to walk far for a silvery car sped down the same road I was walking along and then creepily slowed down as it came up beside me. The passenger window rolled down to revile a dirty blond colored head and a face which I recognized. It evoked feelings which I feared, a feeling of not knowing consumed my soul as it screamed at my heart to run away. All of my essence was drained of energy as it gathered all of it in a huge ball of compact, vibrating sensations, and it scared me.
"What are you doing here, Jasper?" I asked, melodramatically. He smiled and lightly told me to get in the car. I did.
A/N: My lovelies, I do hope that this chapter pleased the ever loving fuck out of you.