A/N I'm putting of reading Henry David Thoreau to write this…

Mary's Comments Here: that's right Mary, I'm letting you put a comment here…lol…don't abuse it.: "haha I don't know what to put here! Ummmm Holy Edward's Shoe I love this chapter! The mind of Bella…never a bad thing. I miss you Shandra! I'll put that in here too! I miss going to the same school as you and laughing at random Harry Potter references in English! But yeah, this story rocks! And its fun proof-reading it for you!! 3!!!"

Author's Response to Mary: aww! Mary, I miss you too!!! Yea, I really miss random HP references, especially in English…why did college have to separate us? Why? Here's to 2438 messages!!!

Song for this chapter is: In My Dreams by REO Speedwagon…seriously, you guys are getting like an inside look at my iPod…lucky you…hahaha

Daylight savings time is throwing me off…thought you'd like to know…whoever thought of it (ahem Benjamin Franklin) was obviously an early to bed, early to rise type of person. Not me. I'm a late to bed, forced to rise early type of girl…

I Hear A Symphony

I ended up going to dinner with them the next night, despite what I had decided before. Nobody warned me when I became friends with Alice that she is…er…persuasive. She always gets her way. It's kind of freaky to tell you the truth.

So not only did I go to dinner with Alice and the rest of the group that night, I went to lunch with them the next day, dinner that night, and the night after that, and so on. Then they invited me to do other things with them, sleepovers with Alice and Rosalie in their room (it's amazing those two have room to sleep between all the clothes they have between the two of them), dinners off campus on the weekends, study groups in the library (ok this happened once, and they just wanted to annoy Edward and I, who were actually trying to do homework), and other stuff like that.

It was funny though, every time I got together with them, they always put me next to Edward. I wasn't really complaining, it just made my dreams at night more vivid and…detailed. And then there were the daydreams. Those were almost worse. Edward is always around when I had those. He probably thinks I have my head in the clouds 24/7. But I don't, it's like this pull that just draws me to him, and causes me to dream.

It's weird, but when I am near him I am happy, even in the morning when I am never happy. He makes me hopeful about what could be. But then, as soon as he is gone, I berate myself for even thinking I have a chance. I guess you could call it being a realist…I get that from my mother.

I hate my mom. She unknowingly crushes all my dreams.

You're lucky, I just resisted the urge to curse my mother…

But anyway, back to what I was saying, Alice is trying to set me up with Edward. She even goes so far as to tell us where we can and can't sit. So in a nutshell: she gets what she wants and she is not subtle about it.

That also explains why I am sitting in Rosalie and Alice's room being subjected to the torture of what most people call a makeover. Except for me, it's terrible.

Have you ever watched the show What Not To Wear?I feel like I am constantly on that show whenever I am near Rosalie and Alice. They don't approve of my wardrobe, which happens to consist mainly of jeans, sweatshirts, and t-shirts. Luckily, I waswearing jeans and a t-shirt when my French professor asked me what I was wearing in class the other day (don't get the wrong idea, we were talking about clothing). I really did get a question that has an easy answer:

Je porte un jean et un tee-shirt et des tennis.

The only problem was I was wearing flip flops, not tennis shoes. Oh well, he always said we could lie, as long as we said it right…

Anyway, back to me being tortured. So I always felt bad for the people on What Not To Wear because the people were really mean to those who, like me, have no fashion sense. Some of us just aren't blessed with that gift apparently.

So there I was in the middle of a makeover: new clothes, make up, even a new hairstyle. Who knew Alice could cut hair? A girl of so many random talents…

Anyway, they were sitting there getting me ready for dinner that night and they were berating me for my lack of concern for how I looked. For some reason they wanted to look really good. I didn't understand why. We were just going to the pizza place down the road. We could even walk there, but they wouldn't hear of it. Seriously, something has to be going on, it is just a ten minute walk, and they wanted to drive.

I just shrugged my shoulders not caring to get into why I didn't feel like dressing up everyday and spending valuable sleep time trying to look good for no apparent reason. I had no one to impress, and even when I did dress to impress, no one paid attention, so you can't tell me that it was worth the effort.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture, Rosalie and Alice declared me done and ready to get dressed so that we could leave. I was forced to wear a navy knee-length flowy skirt, (that was a lot of fun to wear and twirl in), purple and pink layered shirts, and cute pink ballet flats.

When I came out of the bathroom, both Rosalie and Alice stopped their conversation. Rosalie smiled while Alice bounced up and down excitedly.

"My brother won't know what hit him!" Alice said, practically bursting with her exuberance.

I was confused. Were they setting me up on a blind date? Why would they do that? I thought Alice had figured out that I liked Edward. What if Edward had a date that he was bringing? Wait. Who is Alice's brother?

"Er, Alice, who is your brother?" I asked.

At this, both Rosalie and Alice looked at me like I had grown a second nose, before Alice finally replied.

"Edward's my brother, Bella. I thought you knew that,"

By this time Rosalie sounded like she was dying. She was laughing so hard she was having a hard time standing.

To be quite honest, I felt like an idiot. I really should have known. Obviously I was too caught up in my daydreams about Edward to figure out the relationships between all the other people. I knew that Rosalie and Jasper were siblings, that Jasper and Alice were dating, and Rosalie and Emmett were dating. Apparently I had missed the fact that Edward and Alice were siblings. Though, in my defense,Edward and Alice look and act nothing alike. I said so to Alice and Rosalie.

"We're adopted."

Oh. Huh. That makes sense.

"Oh," was all I could actually say. I was actually quite embarrassed by this.

After Rosalie stopped laughing (which took a good 5 minutes), we headed towards Rosalie's car and started on our way to the restaurant.

After a short drive(it was really close, only ten minute walk from campus, not to mention the fact that Rosalie is a crazy driver), we made it to the restaurant, gave our name to the hostess, and waited on the guys to meet us.

A/N So what did you think? I adore reviews…

what are your feelings on an EPOV chapter?

So, random observation: you know how people say stuff like 'trumps' and 'trumped' like "That one trumps them all." I was just marveling the fact that that phrase is derived from Donald Trump's name. that is amazing that his last name has become a slang word…I even heard Sarah Palin say it yesterday…