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I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!!
I just mess with the characters, haha
Next Morning (BPOV):
I'm a goofy goober YEAH!
You're a goofy goober YEAH!
I'm going to kill Alice, she was already up watching Spongebob Squarepants, and I would bet all my books that she had two bowls of Lucky Charms in front of her, and she was bouncing around the den like the idiot I know (and love). I groaned and looked at the clock next to my bed and it read: 5:30 A.M.
The hell.
A blur of white and black ran into my room and launched herself onto the bed, smacking me with a big "Oof!"
"BellaboBellaEllaElla!" she whispered excitedly.
I dug my head into my pillow and I groaned, I was not a Happy Bella right now.
"Alice, go away!" I mumbled into the pillow.
After Charlie and Renee had separated us from our little...brawl, they sent us to my room because they thought that we couldn't handle ourselves in the wide space of the living room. Little do they know that there will always be disaster with Alice, no matter where you are...
"Isabella Marie Swan Dwyer wake up! We have a busy day today!" sang Alice.
I groaned but then squealed because she had ripped the covers off and was pulling me off the bed by the ankles, but I knew better and I hung on the headboard with all my might.
"Bella, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way..." she threated.
I peeked from under my eyelashes and she was standing over me with her hands on her tiny hips, looking terrifying.
"Never."
"You asked for it!" she grumbled and she stalked off to the other room. I instantly sat up, very awake, because she never gave up THAT easily. Is it possible that today I finally beat her down? A huge grin broke out, which was instantly replaced with a look of pure horror because I saw that Alice had walked in with a bucket of ice water and a devilish look on her face.
"No, No, Ali NOO-" I started to shriek and I flew off the bed and toward her when I tripped and rammed into her, soaking us both.
Oh crap.
"Bella Marie, now you've done it" she whispered.
I hung my head, this meant I was going to be at her will for the whole day.
Seeming to sense where my thoughts were headed, she grinned. "And all night for the sleep-apalooza"
I had completely forgot about that! I had completely forgot about Edward! Damn. I completely forgot my name.
Damn Damn Damn.
Before our sleepover at her house, we had to go to the mall to get the "essentials" for said party. Alice's definitions of essentials was completely different from mine, I say essentials are junk food, toilet paper, first aid kits, and water. Alice's definition of essentials were make-up, new clothes, batteries (for the digital camera), and energy drinks. After dragging me around the mall to H&M, Forever 21, and Sephora, she said we should go home. I actually would've rejoiced that we were finally going home, but my thoughts wandered to a certain green eyed boy.
"Ali, don't you want to go to, uhm, Walmart? They have great deals at low prices!" I whimpered.
"Bella, no. First of all, Walmart, ick. It's all about Target, and second of all, No you can't wriggle out of going home anymore, and third of all, you HATE Walmart! You say that it's the devil's spawn!" she ranted.
Why did she have to know me so darn well? I hung my head and dragged my feet across the mall's linoleum floor, you could hear the funeral dirge in my head, dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dundun...
Esme picked us up with a warm smile, and she took in my expression and ruffled my hair affectionately.
"That bad today, Bells?" she laughed.
I mumbled and sunk lower down the seat, not caring that I was acting childish. First I'd have to deal with Alice's horrible game "Bella Barbie", then I'd have to bear Emmett's jokes, and now I couldn't even rely on Edward to go to in the middle of the night for s'mores because I was too darn embarrassed. I huffed and crossed my arms, glaring at a nearby fir tree like if it was the cause of all my problems, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Alice cracking a smile. We were home.
I had made a beeline to Alice's room, not caring that she was just going to pile gunk on my face sooner than usual. Her room was beautiful, it was large, with an elevated bed next to the window, and on the bottom of her bed was a desk and her Apple computer. She had a 52" plasma on her wall with surround sound, and on the front were two squashy yellow bean bags. She had painted her room a pale yellow, and she had posted a bunch of pictures of us on her wall, also pictures of her during her ballet recitals, pictures of Edward playing the piano, and pictures of Emmett with straws up his nose. One wall was entirely dedicated to her massive movie collection, stuff from Breakfast at Tiffany's, to Casablanca. We would stay up all night watching her movies, and we have yet to finish her collection. It also doesn't help that she updates her movies every month. On the corner of the room is her vanity and her...supplies. I shivered away from that part of the room every time I came. Did I mention that she had a mini refrigerator in her room, along with a tray of glasses? The Cullen's are fabulously rich so they could afford the latest of the latest, but being raised by a cop and an aspiring artist I had never even imagined the luxuries that were out there in the world until I met them. I felt like Gatsby when he met Cody.
"Ready or not, here I come!" sang Alice.
"Go away" I grumbled, and she fixed me a beady eye and was about to open her mouth when I quickly made my way to the vanity. Resistance is futile with Alice.
It was an unspoken tradition that Emmett and Edward always watched while Alice worked on my face, they'd be howling with laughter at the electric blue shadow in my eyes while I'd be cursing them to the deepest trench in hell. Alice then would make me try on something ridiculous, I'd whine, Emmett would take pictures, and I'd end up throwing something at him. Usually Edward. This time though, Emmett was out on a date with this girl that we hadn't even heard of before ("She goes to a private school in Paris!" he would say, but we would think that he'd be making things up), and Edward was out with Carlisle on his day off. Esme would lean in and chuckle from time to time, sometimes offering cookies to ease my suffering, and I'd always oblige. By the time were were done, we had polished off five cans of redbull, sang to Paramore, and made her room a complete mess. IT was also midnight. Esme had told us to go to sleep and even after pleading and cajoling she said quite firmly "Off to bed".
Alice instantly went to sleep and I was forced to look at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. Sometimes I'd hear Alice mumble in her sleep, sometimes I would hear Emmett's snores. I was a bit disappointed because Edward hadn't even come in to see how we were and it worried me because I knew he had gotten hme a while ago. Part of me was relieved, yet at the same time...
Something broke me out of my reverie, and I squirmed uncomfortably. Wonderful. All those Redbulls made me want to go pee. Badly. I crept toward the door and groaned, someone was using the hallway bathroom, so I crept to the other bathroom, but then I remembered we weren't allowed in there because Esme was getting tile floors done. The only bathroom that I could think of was in Edward's room. Why did HE have to get the bathroom? I could dimly picture the tantrum Alice must've thrown when she was old enough to understand the unfairness. I sighed, I was going to wait, but I REALLY needed to go. I could picture things now...
"I'm sorry, Esme for ruining your expensive carpet, I hope I can replace it later! I just didn't want to go to the spare bathroom because I was too embarassed to even be in your son's sleeping presence"
I sighed and crept into Edward's room, and he was using the bathroom. What the hell, did everyone drink water before going to sleep or something? I was about to leave when the door knob turned and I almost shrieked. I threw myself to the floor and held my breath. Edward was shuffling toward his bed and i started to panic even more so I crawled under his bed. Thank god that it was Edward's bed because it was clean under there, Emmett would've had 3 month old pizza crusts, old underwear, and probably some horrid dirty magazines. No, I wouldn't want to meet Candy from Michigan, thank you very much. The bed sunk with his weight and I groaned, I should've just waited. I REALLY needed to go and I gave out a small whimper. I was about to crawl out when suddenly a light blinded me.
"What're you doing under my bed?"
Oh dear lord.
Sorry for the slight cliffy! Sorry it took me long to reply, my computer crashed and I was just able to get on it now.
I am officialy off of Limewire for good.
Anyway, I'll post the next part either tomorrow or Monday and I hope you all had a wonderful holiday!
Preview:
"So you like me then?" he mused.
"Yeah, I'd like to beat you dead" I shot back.
"You're almost too defensive, you know that?" he grinned.
Dear lord, please forgive me for punching someone, I hope you understand,
Love, Bella.
