AN: Okay I know this chapter has taken forever, but I've been so insanely busy. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter to you guys much quicker.

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KEY: Italics=Thoughts; Bold Italics=Signing

Bella

I threw my paper on the coffee table, tired of hearing the over-done praise of my third best-seller. Not that I wasn't grateful, but I know that there were probably tons of books that were better than mine. I propped my feet up against the coffee table just lounging back, glad to finally have a day to myself. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate against the glass of the table, echoing out in the empty room. I clicked it on, hoping it wouldn't be my agent asking for another press conference, or worse.

An interview.

For some reason, it never really felt like the people interviewing me were there to get details about the work. It was like I was their own personal entertainment, for show. Maybe I was just paranoid because everyone was staring at me. I was never one for attention. I wondered if Rosalie ever got tired of translating. I'm sure she probably has some of my more standard respon ses memorized by now.

Hey girlie! How's lunch sound? It's been a while since we've had a little down time? I could pick you and Alice up.
-Rosalie

I left my phone on the table as I heaved myself off the couch to find something suitable to wear. The last thing I wanted was to have a lecture from Rosalie on how I should 'dress to impress'.

Sure, that's fine with me.
-Bella

Impress who?

And to make matters worse, I would get another lecture from Alice once Rosalie had described what I was wearing.

Now, this may sound a little crazy, Rosalie describing what I was wearing, but there was a very simple reason behind that.
You see, Alice is blind. She's been that way since she was born. And to make matters worse, her parents gave her up for adoption because of that reason.

Horrible, right?

Regardless of her circumstances, Alice is the most positive person I know. She chooses to believe that her parents were still good people. And to show how great of a friend she is, she even learned sign language so that we could communicate instead of relying on someone to translate for me. She is such a powerful inspiration to everyone she meets. It is impossible not be affected by her, even if it's just for a brief moment in time. It's just the way she carries herself.

Searching through my momentous closet, courtesy of my gracious friends, I tried to find something comfortable that I would like that they would approve of. After thumbing through, I found a gray sweater that wasn't too extravagant and paired it with my favorite pair of dark wash jeans.

I glanced in the mirror, satisfied at what I saw. Maybe it was a little plain, but that was my style.
I picked out some cute gray heels to finish the look off, proud that I could actually walk without falling.

Much.

My heels clacked against the hardwood floor as I made my way to the front of my apartment. Just in time too, because my doorbell rang out echoing through the hall. I shook my hair in one last attempt, going for that natural look that Rosalie said I had.

I opened the door to see a very excited looking Rosalie.

"Hey Bella!" she said, while reaching forward to give me a hug. "How's my favorite author today?" She teased giving me her nickname for me.

The same, best-sellers list and all... I signed, hoping she would catch my sarcasm.

She gave me her 100 watt smile as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator.

"I'm so glad that you don't have anything scheduled this next week!"

You and me both.

She leaned against the wall stretching her arms out. "This day has been so long!"

I merely nodded, seeing no need for a response. Of course, Rosalie hates when I do this, but I don't feel the need to interject something in a conversation 'just because'. I was perfectly fine with silence. After a few moments Rosalie shot me a look.

I simply shrugged a shoulder.

She huffed out a breath.

I don't know why this still bothered her. Oh well.

"C'mon," she said pulling me out of the elevator once we had reached the first floor.

So how is Alice doing? I asked. I hadn't talked to her in a few weeks, with me trav eling for those interviews and book signings.

"She's good. Besides, she does have Jasper to keep her company."

I nodded and smiled to myself. Jasper, her husband, was probably one of the nicest people I knew. He loved Alice; there was no doubt about it. He treated her with the utmost respect and care. Emmett always made fun of Jasper, calling him a wimp and whipped and all that derogatory stuff. Of course, Jasper didn't hesitate to tell him that he was the exact same with Rosalie.

What about my big bear of a brother? Is he behaving?

"Is he ever?" she responded with a roll of the eyes and a small smile.

I smiled back; they were so good for each other. Only Rosalie would be able to put up with his "child-like" personality and only he would be able to deal with her demanding and some-what bossy attitude.

By this time we reached her BMW, a birthday present from none other than my brother.

What can I say? He loved to spoil her. Again, I felt that petty jealousy rise up in my chest.

I pushed it aside.

Someday, maybe.

I got in the car and folded my hands in my lap after clicking on my seatbelt. It didn't take long for us to reach her house.

Jasper was there on the porch with Alice. He whispered something in her ear that made her face light up with a wide smile. He helped her down the stairs and to the car. Jasper turned and gave a wave and a smile as he helped Alice into the back and re-adjusted her too big sunglasses. I turned back around as they exchanged soft 'I love yous' and sweet kisses.

My heart tugged again.

My eyes jerked back up as the door shut and Rosalie started to drive.

"Hello Bella, Rosalie." She said cheerily. I looked at Rosalie and replied back for me and her.

"Hey Alice! Bella says hey, too."

"So, how have my two best friends been?"

"Tired." I didn't even have to tell Rosalie on this one. I knew that Alice had heard all about my various events and signings.

"Sounds like fun." She said, teasingly. We pulled into the restaurant's parking lot and circled for a bit, trying to find a good spot.

Finally, Rose found a decent one that wasn't too far away; I let out a silent breath of relief. I always hated walking to and from places when you were parked so far away. Call me paranoid, but there were so many things that could happen.

Not to mention the light was dimming and by the time we left, it would be much darker.

We all got out and I made my way around the car to where Alice and Rose were standing. With Alice in between both of our bodies and her hands on our elbows, I'm sure we looked like regular friends just having a good time.

And for the time being, that's exactly what we were.

AN: I know that this may seem to start a little slow, but don't worry, it's coming! I just have to build it up.

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-Holly