"Eeeeeeep!"
Alice's deafening scream almost burst my ears.
But, truth be told, I was just excited as she was.
"I know, I know, I'm really excited too! It's my first date! And Jake's a really nice guy," I responded.
Alice just smiled in response. But, it wasn't so much of a smile as much as it was an evil grin. I saw a little devilish glint in her eyes, and knew she was thinking about something.
"Alice…" I began warily.
"Bella," she put on a pouty face similar to Edward's, they were siblings after all. "Bella, please let me pick out your outfit and do your hair, please please please!"
She even knelt down on her pink carpet, clutching my hand and whimpering for extra effect.
I sighed. Damn those Cullens and their irresistible pouts!
"One condition," I started. "I have veto power on anything too drastic."
Alice looked at me like I had three heads.
"Because," I began to explain, "You have a tendency to go a little overboard on things."
Alice just scoffed at this.
"I'm not going to give you veto power," she bargained, "but I promise not to go overboard."
Knowing that I would probably lose this argument if I continued further, I just accepted the conditions that Alice proposed.
"Deal."
"EEEP!" Alice let out another squeak.
"Okay, well first you're going to have to come over about two hours before your date, and then I need to pick out your outfit, get some new nail polish…"
Alice began to go into her own little world. She leaped into her closet, probably looking to her own wardrobe for inspiration.
I took the time to take in Alice's new room. She had redecorated it recently. Her full bed sat in a place of prominence in the middle of her main wall. The comforter was a stylish mix of yellow and pink. The rest of her room was the same color scheme, and it made my eyes hurt.
I rubbed my eyes, and decided to leave Alice's excitement was not going to end anytime soon.
Instead of standing around and listening to Alice go on about the fashion choices she was going to make, I decided to walk down the hall to Edward's room and pay him a visit.
I hadn't talked to him since I told him I was going to the movies with Jake. That was three days ago.
Edward and I talk about every day, so this was really odd. I tried to call him a couple of times, but he never answered. I had even called his home phone, but I just reached Esme telling me that, "He was busy."
But now, he would have to talk to me, because I was going to march into his room.
When I reached Edward's door, I heard him playing his piano. Wonderful sounds of his self composed music wafted through the door. My ears were intrigued.
Maybe I wouldn't do the whole busting through the door thing.
I crept as stealthily as I could into his room. Thank goodness Esme fixed his squeaky door.
I looked around his room. His one wall was completely filled to the brim with CDs. He knew more songs than anyone I knew. He often tried to share his eclectic taste of music with me, and I would take in as much as I could.
My gaze fell upon Edward at his piano. His eyes were closed and he was focusing intently on his music. His hands deftly glided over the piano keys, and a small smile played on his lips.
The piece he was playing sounded almost like a lullaby. I could have sworn I had heard it before, but it must have been déjà vu or something of the sort.
I found myself leaning on his doorway, letting my eyes close and falling into a light sleep, when Edward's voice suddenly woke me.
"Bella! How long have you been standing there?" Edward shockingly asked. His hand was over his heart like he was an elderly woman who was trying to spare herself from a heart attack. It made me chuckle.
His bright green eyes were filled with shock, and he had a look on his face that almost looked like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.
"Long enough," I replied. "That really was a beautiful piece. What's it called?"
Edward's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Why was he blushing?
"Thank you. Um, I haven't uh, named it yet. Why are you here?"
"What, can't a girl visit her best friend?" I said teasingly. "Even if her best friend has been avoiding her for the past couple of days."
He looked down at his hands, and started to play with them. He didn't say anything in response; he just merely patted the spot on the piano bench next to him, beckoning me to sit next to him.
I happily obliged and took my spot next to him, waiting for a response from him.
He took a deep breath, and finally looked into my eyes. His eyes were full of indecision that made me curious.
"Bella," he said warily, "there's a reason why I have been avoiding you for the past couple of days."
