Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the book twilight
Alice put a movie in the player, and we all sat down to watch. After half an hour, I grew bored. "I'm going to the bathroom." I told the others, and raced up the stairs. I should have known that Rosalie was too fast for me. As I opened the door, I screamed. The whole of the bathroom was draped with toilet paper, my clothes flung around the floor. A bottle of my favourite shampoo was lying, half empty, on the floor with Rosalie is awesome written in sticky, pink letters beside it. "Rosalie!" I yelled, and her musical laughter drifted from downstairs. Angrily, I grabbed a cloth from the counter. Alice flitted up to me in a second and gasped when she saw the mess. ''The CLOTHES!" she yelled, leaping onto the floor and grabbing armfuls of them, protecting them from the shampoo that was slowly seeping over the tiles. As she cleaned up her bathroom, I sat in the beauty chair and we discussed our next prank.
Rosalie was sitting innocently on the sofa when we checked on her, ready for ambushing. Alice sneaked back up to Rosalie's room to check on the trap, and I put part one into Action. "Alice…. There is no WAY I am tearing up her clothes!" I yelled, as loudly as possible. Rosalie's beautiful head snapped up, and she gasped. "Oops…" I said bluntly. Rosalie zoomed up the stairs and I followed her to watch our plan. As soon as she walked through her doorway, a torrent of thick pink gum fell out. Rosalie ducked out of the way… but it was too late. The end of her hair was encased in a sticky pink blob. "Alice!" I hissed. "You were supposed to pour water on her!" Alice shrugged. Meanwhile, Rosalie was yanking at the thick enclosure tied to her head. She turned on Alice. "You are FIXING this!" she hissed. Alice skipped into the Bathroom, and returned with a pair of glinting, silver scissors and a book on hairstyles. Rosalie let go of her hair. "No."
"But I PROMISE not to go too short. Look!" she gestured to a pretty, wavy, long hairstyle. Rosalie paused for a moment, considering the options: leave the tangled wad in her beautiful hair or cut a little off. "Fine." As she stalked down the stairs, Alice switched off the light in her sister's room and grinned, showing off her sparkling teeth. "Get ready for the next prank!"
Rosalie sat in one of the chairs. Alice dropped her scissors, picking up a tub of peanut butter and working it silently through Rosalie's hair, until the gum fell onto the floor. At first, I thought that that was the prank (getting Rosalie worked up about cutting her hair then not actually cutting it), until Alice pulled out a bottle of ginger dye. "Alice!" I mouthed, shocked. Alice poured some water into her hands. Rosalie did not seem to notice as Alice worked dye through her golden hair. "How is it?" she asked, turning around so that her carrot-red waves swished around like a curtain. We stared in silence for a few seconds. Then we burst out in laughing. Rosalie stared at her reflection, growling. "That's it! You two are going down! BEWARE!" And then she lunged for Alice.
Rosalie leaped at us. Alice pulled me out the way, but Esme's Vase was not so lucky: It crashed to the floor. I shielded my face, bracing myself for the shatter, but it did not come; Alice grabbed it before it hit the floor. Rosalie leaped for her sister's throat, instead Alice grabbed Rosalie's shoulders and steered her towards the sink, dunking her ginger head under and turning the faucet on, full blast. I wondered what she was doing and so, by the look of it, did Rosalie. She thrashed, growling. As the water slid down the silky locks of her hair, the dye ran. Alice let go of her sister. Rosalie was about to leap at her again, when she caught sight of her reflection and froze. The soaking wet hair down her back was once again, a beautiful golden blonde. Alice started to laugh once again. "It was washable!" she sniggered. Rosalie rolled her eyes, but she wrapped her arms around Alice's neck.
Yet again we were back on the soft white couch, watching TV. Rosalie looked sheepish; she obviously felt bad about attacking Alice. I got up to stretch. Quick as a flash, Rosalie's hand came down on my seat. When I sat down, there was a squelch. Blushing like a tomato, I stood up. The seat of my sweats was covered in greasy mashed potato. Rosalie opened her mouth to laugh, but I blushed sadly as a sound like jingling bells came out. Rosalie had been intended for Edward, and I still felt a pang of jealously when I heard her lovely voice and saw her beauty. "Don't worry; I'll find you something to replace the sweats." Alice sang, happy that she could influence what I wore. The tiny vampire skipped out of the room. As soon as her footsteps faded away, Rosalie turned to me. "Let's get back at her and play a prank on her now." My Jaw dropped. Rosalie wanted to band together against Alice, with ME? I decided to take advantage of the situation, and nodded. "Alright… Here's the plan. Alice will almost definitely take ages, debating which nightdress to give you, so we have a lot of time. First, we drive her Porsche up to the woods. When she comes out, we'll swim through the river…" she saw my worried expression "… Don't worry, I'll help you swim. Then, Alice will follow us. We run back to the house, and chuck all of her clothes out of the window." It was a pretty complicated prank, but it would be worth it. I nodded again. Rosalie smiled at me, then we ran out the door.