A/N: I do not own Twilight; however, Twilight does own me.
Chapter 3: How to Catch a Man in 45 Days
BPOV
"Remind me again why they're New Year's Decisions?"
"Bella, do I have to explain this every year?" Alice sighed heavily. "Resolutions are just asking to be broken, but Decisions are more concrete. Honestly, Bella, we've been doing this since Freshman year."
"Yes, oh wise one. It's all coming back to me now."
She giggled, sticking her tongue out at me. Alice was the sister I never had, and I was the same for her since neither of us had siblings. We worked well, though, because her Alpha-female personality meshed with my more laid back style.
"We need something for our headaches, and I need to pee," she said as she rose to her feet on shaky legs and shuffled her way into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a large glass of water and a couple of tablets, which she dropped into my hand. Gratefully, I downed the pills and the water, before nature forced me to my feet to make my own journey to the bathroom.
I returned shortly and flopped down beside Alice, who had wrapped herself in a blanket cocoon and was lying in a fetal position, burrowed into the corner, on her end of the couch. We dozed for another hour, letting the Advil do its job, before rousing enough to speak again.
"Promise me we will not get drunk again for at least thirty years," I moaned.
"I'll do my part to keep that promise." Alice muttered. "Heaven knows there's nothing worse than a champagne-hangover headache."
I grunted my agreement and we were silent for several more minutes.
"Okay," Alice began. "Show me the list."
