Hey Guys! I know it's been way tooo long! I was just feeling down about the story and not sure if anyone liked it, until just the other day I got two people who put me and MY story on alert! Thank you, you two. You probably know who you are you're the only 2! But thank you, you helped me write this next chap, and I greatly appreciate it! And maybe the other fans who just haven't told me appreciate it too!

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Chapter 4

BPOV

It was the day. The day of the Cullen's football party.

Here I am sitting in my room, in the middle of the floor, surrounded by piles of clothes, and I can't decide what the hell I'm going to wear.

Being a girl sucks. Seriously.

I wasn't sure if this was some high school party where all the girls dressed up kind of slutty, or if this was just the kind of party where people went to have fun. I couldn't decide between cute dark blue top, with a plunging v-neck, or the comfortable baseball tee, where the shirt was white, but the arms were red, or blue.

Once again, being a girl sucks.

Maybe I could text Alice. She seems like the kind of girl who just understands this stuff. And it was her party so she could tell me what to expect. I grabbed my phone and stared at her number for a while.

Should I? It would really help me get out of this girly rut I was in.

Or shouldn't I? I'm making such a big deal out of what to wear, she might think I'm trying too hard.

Am I trying too hard?

God! I never should've said yes to go to this stupid party anyway. Everyone is going to look at me and stare, and their going to ask questions. Yeah, they're definitely going to ask questions. The only people I knew, I didn't even really know. Does that make sense?

Nope, you're losin' it Swan.

I was losing it. Okay, I'm going to text Alice and just ask if this is a casual party, or a party party.

What does that even mean?

Hey Alice, it's Bella.

I paused for a second. I should just be honest. She seemed really nice. She's not going to think anything.

Hopefully this isn't weird to u, but I have no clue what to wear…what kind of party is this?

And then with my eyes closed tight, I sent the message.

Sigh.

Almost immediately my phone was buzzing.

Bella! OMG! It's totally okay. K send me pix of the shirts u have picked out and I can choose u! =D

God, this girl is great.

I sent her pictures of the blue top and the tee, both laying flat on my bed.

She replied:

The blue one! OMG! It's sooooo cute girl! I'll show u what I'm going to wear!

She sent me pictures of the cute little dress with boots and everything. I definitely felt better about choosing an outfit. For some reason, I felt like I was really going to connect with Alice. She was real, and good.

I replied with:

Alice that's so pretty! I can't wait to come to the party! Thank u so much for helping for helping me today. And thanx for letting me spend the night tonight.

Again, almost immediately:

Girl, I'm so excited u have no idea! I feel like we'll be good friends 4 evaaah! Lol!

And I left it at that. However, I was in complete agreement there. Best friends.

Later that night, As I was finishing up the last few dishes, Charlie decides to ask me about the party.

"So, who's going to be there, Bells?" He asked, sitting in his chair at the table.

"Well, I don't know, Dad. I'm new. I don't know anyone. Except for Alice and Edward. Remember though, I'm having a sleepover at their house tonight with Alice, so I won't be home until tomorrow morning." I reminded him.

"Right. I'll be at work when you get home, and probably won't be back until late. Joe needs me there later than usual," he said. "But be safe at this party. Who's picking you up?" He asked me, curiously.

"Edward is picking me up," at the mention that a boy was picking me up, Charlie's head snapped up. Seeing the look on his face made me feel like I needed to explain. "They said they knew how to get here because they give you Christmas cards every year, and Alice volunteered Edward to pick me up." I dried my hands on a dish towel.

"So, don't worry, Dad. Nothing to be worried about." I said nonchalantly.

"Well, just as long as all you kids are safe. I don't want a call from the station asking me to go "check things out" at the Cullen's tonight." He said sternly. It was almost as if he felt like he needed to come across as stern, to be a real man of the house.

"You know theres no reason for you not to trust me, right Dad?" I asked him.

"Ah, I know, kiddo. You're a good kid. I just don't want you getting hurt." He smiled his crinkley-eyed smile at me. That smile could get just about anyone. Especially me.

"I love you, Dad," I smiled back at him. We weren't big on expressing emotions so I changed things up, "but, Edward is supposed to be coming to get me any minute so I should finished getting my things together." I walked past his chair and kissed the top of his head.

"I love ya too, kid." He chuckled.

I ran and grabbed my over night bag, and took another look in the mirror. I could probably put a little make-up on, you know…spice things up.

I added some black eye-shadow to my top lids, just along the lashes, to stand in as eyeliner. I then added some mascara, making my already long lashes, thick and full.

A little blush? I think, yes.

I smoothed my hair down, but tried to fluff it up a little, looking like I had some volume. All in all I think I look pretty presentable. Nothing too fancy, but not sluggish either.

Alright, party. Here I come.

Just as I finished my look, and pumping myself up in the bathroom, there was a knock at the door.

E/N:

So whaddya think guys? I'm trying to keep this moving along, but it's not going to be a fast read. I really have a plan for this story, and I'm going to work through it as fast as I can, for all of YOU! I'll try not to take as long now, that I've started back up. I really hope you guys enjoy this! The next few chapters are going to be fun fluff, and some lemony fluff as well! Hehehe but that's for later. Alright, unleash your words unto me! 3 youuuus