Rosalie and I were snuggled up in a quilt on the couch, watching She's the Man.

"What took you so long?" Rose asked. "You were at the door for ages."

"Wow. Just, wow." I sighed dramatically.

"What? What? What? Tell me! Oh my God, is it a guy?!" She was now, officially, bouncing off the walls. She paused the movie so that we couldn't get distracted. Her words, not mine.

"Cutest. Pizza boy. Ever." She unexpectedly screamed in my ear. "Thanks Rose. I have now lost all hearing in my right ear."

"Oh, never mind, that. Did you get his name?" She was in full gossip mode now.

"Better," I said, waving around my phone. "I got his number, baby!" I held my hands to my ears so that they wouldn't die again.

"What's his name? Did you blush? Tell me everything!" I rolled my eyes and started explaining.

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Half an hour later I was sitting with Rose, surrounded by popcorn bowls and blankets. I had just told her everything that had happened between Edward and me.

"Well," Her voice broke me from my trance, demanding.

"Well, what?" I retorted. I had just told her everything she'd wanted to know. Or so I thought. Clearly, I was wrong.

"Weelll," She said drawing out the word. "When are you gonna call him?"

"Rose, seriously? I met him forty-five minutes ago, and you are expecting me to call him. I thought you were always the one to wait at least twenty-four hours before calling a guy." She had drilled dating 'tips' into me in college, where we'd been roomies.

"Yeah, but I wanna see if his voice actually sounds as yummy as you say it was." She reluctantly told me.

"Then wait till he calls me." I told her, while she huffed and went up to her room.

I was too tired after the Spanish Inquisition, courtesy of Rose, to get up, and the couch was pretty comfortable. I lied down and let my dreams of bronze-haired angels take me.

Next Day

I woke up dazed. Where was I? Why wasn't I in my room?

The events or last night came rushing back to me. The pizza. The pizza boy. Edward. Talking to Rose. Alice and Jasper!

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it said twelve fifteen. It was late. I quickly thought of everything I had to do today. Shop for food, cook said food, find a dress. All in six hours. Joy.

I jumped up to see if Rose woke up. Usually, I woke up hours before her, but I was surprised to find her in the kitchen, trying not to burn the eggs.

She looked up to the sound of the door opening with panic in her eyes.

"Move it, babe." I said, bumping her hip with mine gently. She gladly moved away, while I turned the knob to make the fire higher. "Salt, please?" She handed the salt shaker to me and leaned on the counter to watch me work.

I took a fork and began scrambling the eggs. Thankfully, she'd had enough sense to put a little oil on the pan before cracking the eggs.

"Do you think you can handle not killing some toast?" I asked Rosalie. She glared at me, but went to the freezer, where there was some health bread. Usually I'm the one who goes shopping, but on the off days when she does, she gets all this crap that's good for you. Most of it tastes terrible, but I live with it.

I dropped the eggs in her plate and said, "That is how you cook eggs." We both took a bite out of our meal.

"Well, thank you for gracing me with your presence, O Cooking Goddess." She said in a dull monotone. "In my intense gratitude, I will… do the dishes!" She announced proudly.

"Oh, I have absolutely no way to thank you!" I exclaimed dramatically. "But," The word was drawn out. "I guess I'll have to settle for cooking your brother's dinner tonight."

"Crap, Bells. We only have six hours to get us both ready!" She half yelled.

"What about dinner, Rosalie Hale? Do you expect to order take-out?" I saw a knowing, smug smirk on her face.

"Of course not. We'll get pizza."

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Rosalie ended up letting me go grocery shopping for dinner. But not before dragging me upstairs and wresting me into a 'comfortable' outfit. Super short jean shorts and a tiny tank top. (My current outfit, minus the skankishness.) It had a slight V-neck, which was better than usual, but the entire area from the top of the shirt, to the very top of my bra was black lace that was practically see-through if you look closely (This is kinda true, it's really thick and not see-through though.)

I ran away when she went to go get the hair products. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I got in to my truck and drove away as fast as my ancient truck would go.

After Shopping

Rose and I decided to make dinner before getting dressed, so our dresses wouldn't get dirty. For once, this was just as much my decision as hers. I wanted to impress Alice. I hadn't been able to come to their wedding because I was visiting my mom in Florida. They'd been married for about half a year now, but I never got the chance to properly meet Alice.

I was making the pasta, while Rose was getting ready. Jasper would grill the chicken when he came, because neither Rosalie nor I wanted to.

When the pasta was cooked, I took it out of the pot and into the little net, under the water. I started making the sauce. Tomato sauce, basil, chopped onions, pot, fire. Ok, almost ready. I put the pasta in the sauce, mixed it in, and turned to the stairs.

Rose came down the stairs in her silky bathrobe and a mascara brush in her hand. I could clearly tell that only one eye was done, but it was done amazingly. She had dark pink eyeshadow, getting lighter towards her brow line. Her eyeliner was dark, midnight black, and her mascara made her eyelashes long and curved upwards.

"There you are! I was thinking you would come to this dinner in sweats." She said, exasperated. She ran up the stairs and I followed, after turning the fire on low. "Go take a shower."

I went into the bathroom and started my shower. I felt the water and when it was warm enough, I slipped my clothes off and headed in. I let the warm water calm my excited nerves. I came out and wrapped my towel around me. I walked to my room, where Rose was finishing up her makeup. Her eyes were now identical, something I was never able to do with mascara.

Her dress was a cute little babydoll, bright red and slight bubble skirt that went a few inches above her knee. It had thick straps running along her shoulders above a collection of little wrinkles under the bust and in between the bottom of her breasts.

She pulled me to a chair and started on my eyes. She did me makeup light, natural. Just a sweep of mascara, bronzer and chapstick. She pulled out a dress with a flourish and a, "Viola!" It was gray, and simple. It was cotton, short sleeved, a little above the knees. There was a simple sash across the waist, tied on the right. It was completely me (Both dresses on profile). I quickly pulled it on and found it was a perfect fit.

"Oh, Rose! Thank you! It's amazing!" I ran up and hugged her. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. They were here.

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Hahaha. Oh, it's not that bad, is it?