Jasper doesn't show up in this story to be with Alice, just thought i'd go ahead and put that out there. He just doesn't fit in this story, so i'm sorry to dissappoint any of you. But i do assure you that he shows up somehow. Anyway, if you have anything you would like to see on Alice's list do not hesitate to tell me. I would love some more ideas, in fact I need some! :) hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 3

"I have a list…" Alice spoke softly and slowly. She was carefully painting my toe nails. My Place Or Yours. It was an awful shade of pink but the name was what made Alice pick the color. I never got a say so in what color she painted my toe nails. It didn't matter anyway since I wore converse 99.9% of the time.

"A list of what?" I asked putting down the book I was reading.

"A list of what I want to do before I die." Her voice was low as she spoke. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Alice…" I sighed. I honestly hated speaking about Alice dieing, and usually she did too. Which is why I was surprised that she brought something like that up. Especially on a Friday night, which we deemed girls night years ago. Every Friday night was spent the same. We would come home from school, usually to Alice's and sometimes my house, and instantly put on our pajamas. Then the rest of the night we would watch movies and do other girly things. But, the one thing we never did on girls night was talk about Alice's cancer or how much time she had left. That had always been a rule from the beginning. For just one night out of the week we both needed to forget about it.

"Bella, there are so many things I want to do…no need to do before I leave. So, I need your help. Okay?" She stopped painting my toe nails and put the top on the bottle. She put it off to the side before looking at me seriously.

It didn't take me long to nod in agreement. I'd do anything for Alice.

"I haven't completely finished the list so I'm not going to show it to you just yet. But, there are a few things on the list I know for a fact my mother will not agree with, so that's where I'll need your help. Plus, I wouldn't want to do any of this without you." She smiled getting excited.

"Okay." I smiled. Even if we got in trouble I knew for a fact that I would help Alice achieve everything on that list. She deserved to do everything she wanted in her life, even if she only had a short time left.

Alice went on to explain to me how it would work. The list wasn't in any order so we could skip around. Except for number one, which apparently wasn't even on the list. According to Alice it was a secret that she wouldn't share with me until the very last minute.

"Girls." Mrs. Brandon knocked on Alice's closed door softly. She must have startled Alice because she jumped a little.

"Come in, Mom." Alice spoke after she stopped laughing at herself. I cracked a smile at my best friend. She seemed to be in pretty good spirits today despite how tired she looked and sounded.

"I just wanted to bring you two some freshly baked cookies." Mrs. Brandon smiled opening the door. She and my Mom were testing out their baked goods on us since they had recently decided to open a bakery. They were only just starting everything so it probably wouldn't be in business until after the twins were born…and after…I shook my head clearing it of that thought.

"Sugar cookies?" Alice grinned. "My favorite." Alice dove excitedly. She closed her eyes and moaned at the first bite. "These are delicious, Momma."

"Thank you, sweetie. There's more if you girls want any…" She trailed off nervously watching me take a bite of a cookie. It was fantastic and just as delicious as Alice had said. "I just put a batch of chocolate chip and peanut butter ones in the oven, so they shouldn't be too long."

"We'll be down soon." I told her before thanking her for the cookie. She was really good at cookies, while my Mom was good at cakes and pies. It was something to get Mrs. Brandon's mind off of Alice's illness and something to keep my Mom busy. I just hoped Mom wouldn't get bored with it too quickly.

After Mrs. Brandon left Alice and I decided to go down stairs to the living room to watch a movie. It was just getting dark outside by that time so I knew Mrs. Brandon would be ordering pizza for us soon. Friday night always meant some sort of takeout, usually a large half pineapple and half mushroom pizza for me and Alice. Our taste in pizza never changed over the years. The pineapple was for Alice while the mushroom was for me.

"So, what's the movie for tonight?" Mr. Brandon asked after walking through the front door.

"The Notebook." Alice and I said at the same time. Mr. Brandon just rolled his eyes and said 'figures' underneath his breath.

Even though the both of us had seen the movie a numerous amount of times we couldn't help but become engrossed in the lives of Noah and Allie.

Once the movie was finished the pizza arrived and Alice dug in like she hadn't eaten in years. I knew that she would be regretting it later though, but I didn't mention a thing. She knew it just as well as I did.

"I think I should add eat a whole pizza by myself to the list." Alice giggled. I raised an eyebrow at her. She was sitting on one side of the couch facing me while I sat on the other facing her, with the pizza box between us. "It's something I've never done." She shrugged. I couldn't help but laugh.

We were in bed by ten. Which was early by our usual standards but Alice hadn't had a nap all day and she was really tired, so I just went to bed with her. I didn't want to be up alone anyway.

It was almost one in the morning when I woke up needing some water. I glanced over at Alice, she was laying all crazy like across her side of the bed. We had always shared a bed so it was normal for me to see Alice that way. Luckily she had kept to her side, which wasn't a usual thing. She usually sprawled her tiny body over to my side as well.

I climbed out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I noticed the light was on in the kitchen. I could hear faint crying. I stopped, unsure if I should keep going or not. I knew it was Mrs. Brandon.

"Bella?" Her unsure voice spoke up. I sighed and went on into the kitchen. She was sitting at the island on a stool drying her eyes. Mrs. Brandon always looked so kept in front of Alice. I'd never seen nor heard her cry before.

"Sorry, Mrs. Brandon, I just wanted some water."

"Bella, you've been in our family for years and I don't know how many times I have to tell you but please call me Kate." She told me as I walked towards the glasses. I just nodded and kept on with what I had come down to do. I gave her a small smiled before I started to leave the kitchen. "Bella…" She stopped me. I turned around and looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being Alice's friend. Without you I don't know if my baby would try this hard to stay alive." She spoke barely above a whisper, as if she were afraid she would start crying again. I wasn't sure what to say to that so I just nodded and left her alone. I wasn't good in those sort of situations, so I left just like always. Leaving was easier; avoiding it was easier.

Saturday morning brought a day of lounging around the house. Alice woke up looking tired as ever and didn't feel like doing much. She said she was saving her strength for when we started on her list. Apparently that would be on Monday when she finally let me have a look at it. I told her I'd go along with whatever she wanted as long as it didn't endanger her health anymore then it already was. She had just rolled her eyes at me and went on about her business in typical Alice manor.

I didn't tell her about finding her Mom in the kitchen crying. I didn't want to worry her. We all needed her last days with us to be worry and stress free. Mrs. Brandon knew that better then any of the rest of us.

I went home late in the afternoon. I was full of left over pizza and too many cookies. My Mom was just taking a cake out of the oven. I couldn't handle another bite of sweets. They were overloading us. So, I declined her offer of her newest cake. I didn't even want to think about eating the double chocolate peanut butter diabetes waiting to happen.

I went upstairs not long after getting home. I was about to settle into bed and read a book when my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize. I was about to hit ignore when I decided to just pick it up.

"Hello?" I asked warily.

"Bella?" My eyes widened at the voice. Edward Cullen. Why on earth was Edward Cullen calling me and how did he even get my phone number?

"Uhm, yes." I said nervously.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could come over and copy your bio notes." I wasn't sure how to take that. He had barely spoke a word to me in school, so I couldn't figure out why he was calling me or why he'd want to copy my notes? Jessica Stanley was in that class with us, why couldn't he just copy hers? No, he had to call me and freak me out.