If things were different.
CHAPTER 3; Bella (Alice's Point Of View)
When I got off the plane, I searched frantically for my Best Friend in the world. I missed her. I did what she asked, I'd brought a pictures of us messing around, for her to keep. I'd left out all the one's where I look hideous, but they were all quite bad. In my favourite photo Rosalie, as usual, looks like a model standing with one arm around Emmett, who's grown a lot since Bella saw him, he had one arm around her waist and the other pulling a bunny ears above Jasper's head, who looks gorgeous...as usual. I was facing the camera with my arms behind me clinging onto Jasper, having just pressed the button to set off the self timer, and Edward's stood to the side leaving a gap, in the place Bella used to stand when she lived in Forks, looking handsome with a laugh on his face. He was only smiling because he heard the photo was going to Bella, and that it was going on her bedside table! Normally he's slightly vacant when he's with us, he's the only single one out the five of us who live in Forks. Don't get me wrong, he's had girlfriends. He says he wants a girl who he feels comfortable with around his family and friends. His last girlfriend, Lauren (what a bitch!) thought it was weird that me and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett were couples when we'd known each other right from we were little. She went pretty quickly, but that was back in February, and he hasn't liked anyone since. The gap is to show Bella that we all miss her, millions. She can't be replaced, we already knew this when we found out she was leaving, so we didn't tell her because she might try and detach herself from the group, that's the sort of thing she'd try to do.
I was looking again, when a group of Japanese tourists moved to the tour buses (with their huge black boxes [cameras] swinging round their necks – to capture every 'Kodak' moment). Bella was stood there, she looked amazing in a hoodie and jeans – even when she wasn't trying – she had just let her hair dry on the pillow after her shower yesterday so it was all bouncy and wavy. I screamed at her internally, Bella you could outdo Rosalie! - but she'd never believe me. I ran up behind her, yanking my two large suitcases along behind me (no doubt bashing into loads of Japanese tourists), and hugged her, squishing her arms to her body. She can't have seen me.
"Excuse me, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm waiting for someone."
"Bella, what are you on?" I replied still clutching onto her, I'd missed her.
"How do you know my name?"
"Bellz, it's me, Alice," I said letting her go. She turned around.
"ALICE!" She almost yelled.
"BELLA!" I mocked her, lovingly.
"I missed you!" She hugged me tightly. We stood there for ages taking in each other's changed appearance. I didn't think I'd changed much, but Bella had. She'd grown (or I'd shrunk – probably the latter), her face had lost some of it's childish round quality that I loved, but it was still there hidden behind a pale oval face. Her eyes were exactly the same, this would please Edward – he loved her big chocolate eyes. It looked like she'd dyed her hair, because exposure to the sun had lightened it.
When we finally broke apart, she offered to take one of my suitcases – eyeing the smaller of the two. We walked to her car in silence, I stole occasional glances at her to see where she was looking. I didn't see it until she opened it with the keyring plipper and it beeped and flashed at me. Her car was by far the nicest in the lot. Her snow white Bentley continental GTC smiled at me with it's grill. I must have been stood there for a while, because when I came back to reality the suitcase in my hand had disappeared and Bella was getting into the drivers seat. God that was such a beautiful car. Porshe turbo 911 or no Porshe turbo 911, that car is stunning.
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When we arrived to Renée's Phoenix home, I was left yet again speechless. The vision that was Mom's creation was so... just so... SO BELLA! I loved it. The house was huge, it had to be if there was a indoor swimming pool, the door screamed Alice, welcome, come in I obeyed – leaving the suitcase struggle for later. I ran to the door and waited for Bella to unlock it, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
"God Alice, I missed your bouncy-ness," she laughed, putting the key in the door.
"Time for this later, just open the bloody door!"
"Someone's impatient," Bella laughed again, pushing the door so it swung, back on it's hinges and into the house.
"Holy Cow!" I exclaimed. "It's huge!"
After getting over the size of Renée's house, I begged to see Renée's new collection. It was amazing, as usual!
A/N Sorry it's short. This is probably one of few chapters from a different POV :) Bella's is the esiest to write from.
