Rawr.

I'm baaaaaaaaack ! (:

Sorry for the insanely long update. Writer's block has gotten the best of me. ):'

Little Alice Vampie's story: Wife Swap is a sequel to this ! GO CHECK IT OUT OR DIEEEEE !!!

Disclamer: Unfortunately, I don't own the characters of twilight. Or New Moon... or Eclipse... or Breaking Dawn...

BPOV

The car ride was unusually quiet. I looked out the window as we drove out of Forks. The Miss Washington Beauty Pageant was in Seattle, and it was an hour drive. Fun. I looked over at Alice, who was bouncing up and down in her seat. Typical Alice. I rolled my eyes, smirking.

"Ohmygod, I'msoexcitedforthisbeautypageantihopeiwinandohmygodemmettandjasperwillbeHILARIOUS!" She said excitedly. I saw Jasper glare at her evilly. Emmett gave Alice an agreeing smile.

"I wonder what color my evening gown will be!! Oooh, I hope its blue! Or... RED! No, wait... PINK!!!!" Emmett said, just as hyper. "Pink REALLY brings out my eyes." He had a dreamy look in his eyes. Jasper glared at him.

"...You need help." He said to Emmett, looking about ready to murder him right there.

"NO, I need matching shoes, DUUUHHH!" Emmett replied, rolling his eyes. I stifled a laugh. Emmett will bring a lot of laughs, I thought evilly.

"Alice, your dress should soooooo be purple!" Emmett said, turning to Alice. "It really complements your eyes!"

"Emmett, we all have the same color eyes..." I said, raising my eyebrows.

"We do?" He asked, confused. Rosalie giggled. I rolled my eyes. He gave us a confused look, and turned back to Alice for more planning. I looked at Rosalie and Jasper, who were looking bored and annoyed.

"I really don't want to do this," I sighed. Rosalie and Jasper shot daggers at Alice in agreement.

Minutes passed by. Alice was now singing--no, SCREAMING-- 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. She's done this so much, we've learned to tune her out. I know. Our lives suck.

"23 bottles of beer on the wall, 23 bottles of-- OH, LOOK, WE'RE HERE!!!!!!!" Alice squealed, interrupting that dreadful song she insists to sing EVERY. FREAKING. CAR RIDE.

I looked out the window, and to my absolute horror, I saw the hotel. I sighed, and sunk down in my seat, wishing this was just some horrible nightmare. Oh, wait. I can't sleep. We stepped out of the car, pulling our luggage of the trunk.

"Oh, that reminds me. Alice, what did you do with my socks? They're all mismatched..." I asked her. She looked at me, giving me a sheepish smile, and walked quickly to Jasper. Before I could say anything, I was greeted by an agent. A very FLAMBOYANT agent... who was eying Jasper and Emmett like a hunter seeing its prey.

"Hey, guysss!" He said, rushing over to us, putting much emphasis on the last S of that word. "I'm Craig, and I'm your agent! This is the... first time we've ever had men in the Miss Washington pageant... it's a big change... but... I like it." He winked at the guys, and they grabbed their wife's hands possessively. He ignored that, and moved closer.

"I'm just gonna show you to your rooms." He said, checking his clipboard. "Okay, it says here that Isabella Cullen is rooming with Rosalie Hale. Alice Cullen is rooming with Katrina Hart. And Emmett Cullen is rooming with Jasper Hale." I looked at Rosalie and smiled. I wasn't rooming with Alice, yes! Some sanity will be kept, finally.

"Oooooh! I get to meet new people!" She squealed, jumping up and down. "I'm gonna have SO much fun! First, I'm gonna give her a makeover! Then we're gonna..." Her voice trailed off as she walked up the stairs to her hotel room. Rosalie and my room was room 487. We headed up, carrying our luggage. Rosalie's was overstuffed with clothes and shoes and hair products, whilst mine was barely even filled. We got into her hotel room, which, to my pleasure, had a balcony, and I heard Alice in the room beside me.

"HI, I'm Alice!!! Ohmygod, we're gonna have SOO much fun together! Do you want me to give you a makeover now or later?" She asked, and I could hear her jumping up and down. "Can I raid your closet? OOOH, this is cute! I could hem it for you! I'll just start right now!!" I heard the faint sound of a sewing machine. "Oh, wait... I can't sew... OH WELL! Practice makes perfect, right?"

I could hear the girl cowering in the corner.