Becoming Barbie…………….

"Well," she said as she dragged me through the door, "here we are!"

"Oh. My. Gosh." I said making each word its own sentence.

"What?" she asked sarcastically, "You don't like it?"

No I didn't just not like it, I hated it. But, I put on a smile and said, "Wow, Alice, this place is-wow."

She giggled her silvery laugh, "I know! Don't you just love it?"

"Mhh-hmm." Was all I managed to say. But, that didn't distract Alice.

"OK, let's find Pierre. He was so excited to hear that he would be working with a future Cullen."

I winced. Ugh. Future Cullen, didn't really love that. I mean Edward already knew that I loved him and that with out him my life would have no meaning. But, if this was the only thing that would make him happy-and it was- I would put up with it. Especially because if I married him, he would allow me to become one of them-a vampire. He would change me himself, and the thought of his venomous poison running through my vanes gave me a thrill. It would be like we were connected physically, like we would always be apart of each other.

My day dream, wait no, my day fantasy soon ended when a short, little French man walked toward us. He saw Alice, quickly glanced over to me and back at her. I wonder what I look like, considering I hadn't brushed my hair, not to mention even looked in the mirror this morning.

"Alice!" He called in a heavily French accented voice.

"Pierre!" She called back, and ran over to him giving him a kiss on each cheek. They started to whisper something that I presume was about me.

They stopped right in front of me and the man said, "AH, you must be Miss Swan."

I nodded my head.

"Well, it is very nice to meet you." It was hard to understand him with that very thick accent.

"It's nice to meet you to," I answered politely. That was something I had mastered from Edward, being polite under uncomfortable circumstances.

"Shall we go and get your nails done to perfection?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes, that would be nice," I said in a monotone.

He quickly gave a confused glance at Alice who smiled encouragingly, and glided gracefully over and hooked arms with me. She said with a hint of smile in her voice, "Lead the way. Pierre."

We walked through a huge corridor filled with abstract art-meaningless junk I thought. But, I didn't complain, not with Alice standing right there anyways.

We finally walked into a room with massage chairs, and shelves filled with hundreds of different colored nail polish. I was slightly awed.

Alice caught my gaze and looked at me with an I-told-you-so smile. Damn it, I hate it when she is right. But, I guess I should get used to it, with her being physic and all.

Pierre quickly led us to the massage chairs and told us to take a seat. I sat first and Alice followed. She looked at me and started talking, "Bella, isn't this EXCITING?!"

I smiled and nodded.

Instantly she started blabbing, and with each word getting more excited, resulting in a hyper active conversation.

"What color are you getting? Wait that is a silly question. You are going to get a French manicure, right? Right, right, right? Duh! What am I thinking, of course you are? 'Cause that would look awful if it was like, hmm I don't know….. like hot pink or somethi-''

I cut her off, "Yes, I think I will get a French manicure."

She smiled thoughtfully. I dazed off and, thankfully, Alice let me this time. My mind instantly thought of Edward and me sitting on a front porch swing talking. My Anne of Green Gables dream again, but this time I didn't shake it away. I wondered if maybe we would be like that. But my wondering was cut off when Pierre said, "Ok, we are finished!" in a happy French accent.

I looked in the mirror, I hadn't realized that while I had spaced he had finished my nails and my hair. It was curled into romantic spirals and had one piece in the front pinned back with a brilliant, sparkling diamond clip. I looked…. Beautiful. Alice was right to have brought me here, though I would never tell her that. I sat there staring at myself in the mirror while Alice gracefully glided toward the register. She finished paying in a matter of seconds. She pulled my hand up and we started walking toward the yellow Porsche Edward had given her. We got in and she turned up the music, well blared it actually. She smiled and banged her head to the beat while she sang every word to the song.