I loved Saturdays. To me, Saturdays were the best days in the world. You see, on Saturdays, Mother and Father were both at work for the entire day and late into the night. Which meant an entire day of doing whatever I liked, which meant hanging out with Alice.

Alice, being what you would call "street smart" often took me to places my parents would never allow. Such as McDonalds, second hand stores and today, a skate park.

Alice had decided to take me to a really popular skate park known as "The Grill". No one actually knows where that name came from though.

We stopped by an ice-cream parlour on the way and bought a two-pint tub of cherry ice cream to share. It was our favourite.

I was relishing in wearing my secret skinny leg jeans and favourite secret tee today. It felt great. I also used a practical tote bag, instead of the silly purses I usually used. My shoes were a practical pair of sneakers. I felt good.

"I can't believe you've never been to a skate park Bella!" Alice was saying for about the 15th time.

"Well, you know I haven't been allowed. I mean, I'm only allowed to the shopping mall if I promise to only buy from a list of stores my mom has written down!"

"Hey, that reminds me. Did you bring your running gear?"

"Uh… damn I forgot it. I'll have to go and buy some." Alice and I had devised a plan last week for me to start "jogging" on Sunday mornings. Which actually meant I'd book a hotel with Alice for me and her to share for a night and then I'd get up early and put on my running gear and pretend I'd been running in the morning. Mom wouldn't really think anything of it.

"I might have to be careful with all this ice-cream." I grinned at Alice. "I don't really want to be getting fatter after weeks of running."

Alice laughed. "Don't worry, I think I read that the hotel has a pool. We'll go swimming!"

We talked for a bit until we got to the Grill.

It was like living art.

The concrete curves and formations were covered in graffiti. Well, it looked more like murals than graffiti, but I guess it was, technically graffiti. There were incredible designs and patterns. I was transfixed for a moment just looking at it. Then I noticed the skaters.

This sounds terrible, but in all truth I was expecting junkies in shaggy clothing. To be fair, there were some junkies in shaggy clothing, but they were sitting behind the skate park.

No, the skaters here were amazing! They were flipping their boards around and doing huge jumps. Grinding along the metal bars and pulling off sharp turns. It was incredible.

There were others here too, people on rollerblades and even one guy on a scooter. Everyone was having fun.

"Oh my gosh Alice, this is incredible!"

Alice's smile widened. "I thought you'd like it."

Just then, a guy spotted Alice and waved at her.

"Oh! That's Jasper. C'mon. I didn't just bring you here to sight see!" Alice grabbed my hand and dragged me down a ramp.

"You didn't?" I questioned her, confused.

I was dragged over to the guy. He was fairly good looking, with a smart attitude about him. Alice was looking at him with, not 'gaga' eyes per se, more…admiration.

"Hey…" she greeted with a grin.

"Hey Pixie," he replied. He had an equal grin on his face.

I cleared my throat and Alice rolled her eyes.

"Bella, that is so cliché."

"What, and rolling your eyes isn't?" I defended.

"Touche."

"Anyway, care to introduce me to your friend?"

Alice's eyes lit up. "Ah yes," she said. "This is Jasper Whitlock. Jasper, this is Bella Swan."

I put out my arm to shake his hand, but he pulled me into a big hug.

"So this is the infamous Miss Swan, huh?"

Alice giggled. "The very one."

I looked at Alice. "Oh no," I said, "what has she told you?"

Jasper laughed. A big, deep laugh.

"Let's go sit down, shall we?" Alice suggested.

We made our way over to a big shady tree where we could see the skaters. I still had the ice-cream in hand.

"Want some?" I asked Jasper, holding out the bucket and a spare spoon we had.

"Hmm… flavour?"

"Cherry."

He grinned again taking the spoon. "My favourite."

We talked to Jasper for while, commenting on the skaters if they did great tricks.

It turned out Jasper went to a school just down the road from me. It sounded like a really great school. Alice and Jasper had met at the skate park while Alice was looking for her dog. This fact I questioned as Alice doesn't have a dog... Raising my eyebrows at her, she replied with a look that said "I'll explain later."

Which she ended up doing. Jasper had to go at 1:00 to go pick up a package from the post office. He gave me a hug goodbye and kissed Alice on the cheek, to which she smiled very widely. He seemed like a nice guy.

I turned to Alice. "Looking for your dog?"

She grinned, still happy from the kiss. "Okay, so I saw him in the mall and followed him here..."

I laughed. "Seriously? I love you!"

After we'd finished the ice-cream at the skate park, Alice and I went to the mall.

This was kind of a tradition of ours. Alice couldn't really afford many things, and I could get whatever I wanted. My parents didn't even care if my credit was $3000, they just paid it. They also NEVER looked into what I bought, which was lucky for me as I bought lot's of stuff I probably shouldn't (well, in my parents eyes at least). When I'd first bought something for her, she'd protested, saying it wasn't fair as she couldn't get me anything nearly as spectacular. I'd told her to shut up and take it as it was making up for my parents horrible attitudes towards her. She'd never objected again.

We walked into the mall, but we'd been in all these stores last week and there really wasn't anything new in any of them. I sighed.

Alice was on the same thought track as me. "There's nothing new!" she complained.

"Why don't we go to another mall?" I suggested.

"Alright... Wait no! I have a better idea! Let's go dress shopping!" She looked at me like a 7 year old on Christmas morning.

"Okay... My mother mentioned a dress shop that was appropriate across town."

Alice agreed so we caught a taxi (another thing Alice had introduced me to) across town to La Petite Mademoiselle.

We hated the place. The dresses were old fashioned (as in, 1980's, not 1880's) and horrible. I couldn't believe my mother thought this place had style!

We quickly left.

"Okay," said Alice emerging from the shop, "that was a waste of time."

"Yes," I agreed. "It certainly was."

"So what are we going to do now?"

I looked at Alice. "Well, I still need to get those running clothes for tomorrow. Why don't we go back to the mall, buy them and then go to the hotel?"

"Sounds good to me!" she agreed cheerfully.

After we'd done the shopping, we checked in at the hotel. I was paying for unlimited internet access while we were staying here, so once we were up in our room I got out my laptop and quickly was connected to the wireless internet available.

"Oh my god! IDEA!" Alice screamed.

"Don't hurt yourself," I cautioned.

"Ha ha," Alice said sarcastically. "Why don't we get period clothing from the 18th century?"

I wasn't convinced. "What do you mean?"

"Like, order some custom made dresses in the style of 18th Century France or something?" explained Alice

"What? Like with corsets?"

"Yeah! And wide waists and curly wigs!"

"That would be awesome! And my parents couldn't complain, because it would be 'suitable'. But where would we get it from?"

"I don't know... some costuming place I guess." Alice looked doubtful.

"I know the perfect one." I said.