A/N-This chapter's dedicated to Elmo
Convertibles are not an uncommon sight in this area. In fact a more 'normal' car was rare.
So as a silver convertible drives down the road, nothing seems strange or remotely out of place. It seems an average car, nothing more and nothing less.
Then it pulls into one of the many long driveways with such speed and grace you would think a professional was driving. But no, behind the wheel sits your stereotypical, beautiful blonde.
The car swiftly ascends the slight hill of the drive, lined by perfectly manicured shrubs, and finishes its' rapid journey ending in front of a large house, silhouetted perfectly in the fading light.
As she parks Rosalie Hale smoothes her blue cocktail dress. It wraps tightly around her slim frame, elongating her perfect legs. Scratch that; her perfect body.
Rosalie exits the car and begins her graceful journey to the door. Her silver heels crunch into the grey gravel.
Just before she reaches it, the front door opens revealing a majestic grand foyer.
If possible, even more impressive is Alice, who stands framed in the doorway.
"Looking hot girl!" Rose exclaims
Alice is wearing a short silk dress. Teamed with simple heels and earrings, she looks stunning. There is enough detail to complement her features perfectly but not too much to swamp her small stature.
"Thanks Rose; you don't look half bad yourself. Love the shoes by the way!" is Alice's immediate teasing response.
Rosalie's face brightens as a smile spreads across her face, enhancing her beauty even more. For Rose shoes are almost as important as her car.
Alice met Rosalie about two years ago at one of her very first fashion shows. She was a model there and now works for James as one of his best.
They became fast friends, something very rare in their industry.
"Well what are you waiting for! Party time; watch out LA!"
Smiling at her friend's enthusiasm Alice quickly joins her in the retreat to the car.
"You like the ride? Just finished the engine today"
Yes Rosalie is a model but certainly not your average blonde bimbo. She also repaired cars, working part-time at a local mechanics. Her passion for cars nearly outweighs her love of modeling.
"It's nice Rose; the question is how fast can we go?"
Rosalie doesn't bother answering her query; she just drives. Fast.
Alice arrives home in the early hours of the morning. She stumbles up to her bedroom; a long journey when you live in a mansion the size of hers. After negotiating the multiple levels and passageways Alice collapses, gratefully, on her king bed and begins to reflect.
Nights out with Rose nearly always go like this. She would always have an amazing time but have the worst hangover the next-day. Either this or waking up in a stranger's bed the next morning...
Alice didn't mind though' however she definitely prefers ending the night in her own bed! She is always grateful to have a friend like Rose and moments like these remind her just how lucky she is. So many people in her industry are so lonely.
Someone to rely on was always hard for Alice to find.
Alice fondly remembers the multiple times Rose has called her in the early morning, begging to be picked up. Rosalie certainly has an impressive rep with men but never seems to have much luck in love.
Unlike Alice this does concern her. Rosalie dreams of a perfect family, husband, kids, house in the 'burbs. She does nothing in halves, not even her dreams.
As Alice drifts into a heavy sleep on the other side of LA Rose dances into yet another club, quickly attracting the glances of many men.
A piercing buzzing sounds from Alice's dresser.
She groans and blindly feels for her alarm clock, wondering how it has the nerve to disrupt her sleep. Alice is a deep sleeper and not in the slightest a morning person.
Soon, Alice realises that her alarm clock is not the source of the noise; instead her phone is the responsible culprit.
"What?" she answers sleepily
"Hey Ali, it's Rose. I know it's early but can you please, please come pick me up?"
Alice knows the scenario all too well.
"Fine, where?"
"Just pick me up from the bus stop outside your office"
"I'll be there in 20 minutes"
Alice drags herself out of bed and quickly gets dressed. She grabs a second coat and some aspirin for Rosalie and heads to her car.
"You better thank me for this" she grumbles to herself.
As much as she loves Rose she still manages to love her sleep more.
