Manly Men
It was time.
I called my sisters and my mother out to the sandy beach, trying to smooth down my messy black hair. I usually got to style it, using my expensive products and knowledge of everything that has to do with looking good.
I could say that I looked the worst, but I wouldn't- since Rosalie looks like crap! The usual blonde bombshell with her perfect makeup and beautiful waved hair was now... Damn, now it's anything but that.
Lucky Bella, like her name, is naturally beautiful. Although her hair looks like a rat nest, the rest of her is just the same as usual. Natural and gorgeous. I would never tell her, my best friend- although we are totally different- but I am so envious of her that I have to remind myself that I'm just as beautiful.
Although it sounds vain, which Rosalie takes the prize for, it helps. A lot.
And when I'm angry or upset, everyone is angry or upset.
"What's going on Alice?" asked Esme, my mother, her voice hardly a whisper.
I flashed my best smile, taking her hand in both my mine and tugging gently. "Our help!" I exclaimed. "Now, where's Rosalie? Bella?"
Esme grimaced, taking her hand out of mine, gesturing to follow her. "There's been an accident," she said gently, trying to keep the panic out of her voice, though I could obviously tell that it was hidden beneath the simple word "accident".
I looked up absentmindedly as she tugged me along, the bright midday sun burning my face, stinging my eyes.
"What... sort of accident?" I inquired, suddenly curious. What if our help got into... But I couldn't finish it. We'd been here for weeks! Just us girls who were especially weak and clumsy (on Bella's part)!
Esme looked up at me, her hazel-brown eyes glowing with sincerity. "You'll see, dear," she replied.
Unsatisfied with her answer, I picked up the pace, wanting to get to where ever Esme was pulling me sooner.
A few months ago, my family and I went on a boat trip. It was supposed to be a two day ride, but we got lost. Horribly lost.
We ended up here, on an uncharted island.
Rosalie, Bella, and I decided to name it after our adoptive mother, Esme. Without her, and this is without a doubt, we would all be dead.
So now we are vacationing on Isle Esme. Actually, we're surviving on Isle Esme. This is too damn hard to be a vacation.
I heard Esme gasp, so I turned from my thoughts to a handsome, blond man, about thirty, stumbling around with a limp.
"Oh, my," breathed Esme, wheeling around to help the man. He turned to look at whoever spoke, noticing Esme for the first time. They gazed at each other for a few immeasurable moments, then he limped toward her. "Are you alright?" I heard her ask as she helped him straighten out.
"I'm fine, really, I'm fine," he assured her, showing off his ultra-white teeth. "Thank you."
I smiled at them, shaking my head absentmindedly.
Then I figured out who these people must be.
"Oh, thank you so, so much!" I exclaimed, Esme and the man looking up at me with puzzled expressions.
"Alice, honey, please don't be sarcastic. It was only an accident, right Carlisle?" Esme turned to the man who I now knew of as Carlisle, my face matching theirs exactly.
I inspected their faces, turning from one to the other twenty times in five seconds flat. "I'm... not being sarcastic," I muttered, feeling ashamed. What kind of first impression am I giving our help? I hoped that it was not a bad one.
Esme peered at me, her eyes turning to slits. I wondered if she was trying to look past my totally real confusion, or just shielding her eyes from the sun. It could've been either.
"These people aren't our help, Alice," she murmured, leaning in to me so that only I could hear.
I immediately loosened up my tense stature, smiling at Carlisle. "I meant that we needed a man here!" I squealed, fixing my mistake and smoothing down my hair once again.
Where is our help? I wondered. I let the thought pass, thinking that they were there somewhere.
Carlisle chuckled, smoothing down the front of his shirt where most of it remained. The rest of his shirt was teared in patches, showing his muscly, pale body. No wonder Esme took a liking to him...
"Oh, there are three more of us," he said. I observed the way his mouth moved when he spoke, and the way Esme's followed after, as if trying to copy it.
My eyebrows knit together, and I loosened that up. "Good! The more the better," I said, wagging my index finger. "Now, where are my sisters?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Helping with the other men," said Esme, still holding onto Carlisle although he was leaning against a boat- a totaled boat.
I thought about the other men. Angels? Gods? Manly men? I hoped so, but I couldn't be sure. I mean, with Carlisle as their father, they must be good-looking. "Where?"
Esme craned her neck so that she could look over the boat, then pointed over it. "There," she finished, satisfaction ringing in her voice.
"'Kay." I strolled at a slow pace to where they were, to find them fighting over who gets who, and what to do with the leftover. All three of the boys were out cold, one of them waking up.
"Oh, Alice!" Rosalie exclaimed, almost dropping her man. He was big and burly, with black curly hair. He was so muscly that it was hard to believe, but easy to believe that Rosalie chose him. He was still out, with Rose struggling to keeping him straight in her arms, which were around his waist. He moaned, then coughed, so I knew he was awake.
I looked them over a few times, snickering as Bella tried to keep up her bronze-haired God, her tongue peeking out one side of her mouth. "Who am I left with?" I asked, just then noticing my own God... my own blond, handsome, even more god-like than the bronze-haired boy, all around man!
"Ooh," I sighed before she answered me, reaching out towards him. I secured my arms around his waist, heaving.
Bella laughed at me, her tongue back in place and her boy in her arms the same way Rosalie's was.
"Shut up," I muttered, a part of me wanting her to hear and another not.
Bella was a smart girl- she shut up right away.
But there was still a problem
Where is our help?
Name Game
My God had a name. Jasper Whitlock. Ah.
Doesn't it just roll of your tongue in that right, happy way? Oh, would your tongue be rolling if you met him...
But your not going to, since we are noticeably in love. That's right- love.
Not really, but I have a knack for knowing things. And I just know that we love each other. Or we will, eventually.
Eventually.
Jasper looked like a Rosalie type, except so different it wasn't even funny. Just like I have a knack of knowing things, he has a knack of making you feel better. Or happy. Or... in love? Hmm. I'll have to think about that.
Rosalie's God had a name, too, but it just didn't roll in the same way that Jasper's did. Maybe it did. Oh, well, I'm only in love with one person.
Anyway, Rosalie's God, Emmett McCarty, was the biggest tease in the world, and he took it for granted. Thankfully, he thought that Rosalie was beautiful even without her makeup and hair product.
I wonder if Jasper thinks that I'm beautiful...?
Well, anyway, Bella got the short stick. Or the long one. I don't know.
Edward Anthony Masen (the only one with a middle name besides us girls,), who is evidently still unconscious, is definitely the God-Angel-Man, but I still like Jasper better. Bella is always by his side, that silly girl. I mean, she doesn't talk about him all the time, but I can tell that she wants to, even though she hasn't even heard his voice. What a relationship!
I suppose I'm lucky, then. Good, conscious guy, and I've heard his voice. Yahtzee!
Now, enough about Jasper... Even though he's obviously the most amazing man in the world and I don't know what I would do without him and all of the possibilities of being with him are endless...
"Alice, he's awake!" squealed Bella from inside one of our smaller lean-tos, her head peeking out a bit, her eyes still on Edward.
"'Kay! I'll go get Carlisle! Excuse me, Jasper..."
I worked my way through the now over-crowded beach (which is only a part of a beach, since we were too frightened to venture to the other side,), dodging Emmett's coconut-football as it flew across the beach to Carlisle, who caught it easily. I ran towards Carlisle now, since he was a doctor and could resurrect Edward if he needed it.
"Nice throw, Em!" I yelled, smiling. "Carlisle, Edward woke up," I breathed, panting from my run.
Carlisle smiled, brightening up our little village. "Great! I'll be right there," he assured me.
I sprinted back to Bella and Edward, hearing faint murmurs. I automatically stopped in front of the lean-to, not wanting to intrude on their "moment".
I heard Bella move about, and then heard a velvety voice speaking. Ooh, he almost has as nice of a voice as Jasper.
Oh, Jasper! I almost forgot about him!