Note: Twilight's not mine. I do own a pretty torn up copy of the book though.
Chapter 2
Apparently, the gods did not like me.
We were still in Bloomingdales. Kill me now. It was already beginning to get dark out, and I was starved, not having eaten anything all day.
Alice and Rosalie were fucking ridiculous for making me stay here so long. I can not even count the amount of dresses they made me try on, and we weren't even there for the dresses. The amount of shoes that they made me try on... I don't even want to think about it.
Somewhere around the Louboutin section of shoe department Rose and I lost Alice. After fifteen minutes of searching for her I dropped down on my knees and begged Rosalie to let me leave, declaring I would pass out if I didn't get something greasy and delicious into my stomach pronto. Although she didn't want to leave Alice in here alone, we knew it was a safe place for Alice and decided on the diner down the street, sending her a text message saying where we were going.
"It wasn't that bad, Bella," Rosalie tried to reason. "Nothing like the extravaganza of '07."
I groaned, not just in remembrance of that godawful shopping trip—and when I say godawful, I mean I could easily compare it to death—but at the ache I was feeling in my feet. Converse, how could you betray me?
"I don't even understand how it's possible to buy that much." I tried not to look at the massive amount of shopping bags hiding under the table of our booth. "And why is it that more was purchased for me then was purchased for the both of you combined?"
"Because, Bella," Rosalie sighed as if the answer were obvious. "Playing 'Dress Up Bella' is way more fun than dressing ourselves. It's what gives us enjoyment in our lives." She smirked at me.
"I really wish that weren't true," I mumbled into the hand that my cheek was resting on.
After we were done eating, we payed the check, and struggled to retrieve today's purchases.
Not including the shopping extravaganza of '07, I'd never been so happy to be heading home.
As Rose and I walked into the apartment we were both bombarded with multiple matching text messages from Alice. In order they read...
"You girls are very lucky! I would normally be very upset with you over leaving me all by my lonesome, but..."
"I MET A BOY! I MET A BOY! I MET A BOYYYY!"
"His names Jasper and he's fucking beeeautiful!"
"We're going out to dinner now! Deets later! Bye :D"
I chuckled at her texts and hoped dearly that this boy would be better than the other ones. Even with all of Alice's relationships turning out bad in the past, I did have to give her a bit of credit. She had a remarkable talent for knowing when one was on the verge of breaking up with her, and beating him to the punch. It was almost like she was psychic when it came to break ups.
As happy as I was for Alice, I was just a tad bit jealous. Normally my being permanently single didn't bother me, but lately it had been. All I wanted was to find a guy that would make my Facebook status change to 'in a relationship'.
Well, moping around the living room wasn't going to do anything to change that. I walked into my room, plopped on the bed, and began to read my beat-up copy of Wuthering Heights... for the millionth time.
"Bella, I'm heading out," Rosalie yelled through the door.
"Good luck on your hot date!" I answered.
I think I heard her chuckle on the other end of the door and then there was the unmistakable sound of four-inch heels smacking the ground as Rosalie walked away.
"I expect all the details!" I yelled moments before the front door slammed shut.
I turned back to my book. I guess this would be my night's festivities.
Sorry, it's short, but I think everyone will enjoy the next few chapters. Therefore, you should review and I'll get it out quick!