Boundaries and Alice

The next day dawned clear and bright, a rarity for Forks. Alice and Bella were taking me shopping, something I protested loudly. Bella advised me just to shut up and let Alice do whatever she wanted. I took her advice and sat silently in the back seat.

"Geez Amber! It's not like I'm trying to murder you or something." Alice snapped.

"Really?" I moaned.

"You need some decent clothes. Just accept it."

"Fine but nothing over a hundred dollars and no pink, purple, orange, yellow, red, blue, or green." I sighed. Bella giggled in the front seat.

"But only leaves black, white, brown and gray." Alice whined, sounding absolutely heartbroken.

"Yes." I laughed.

"I wish I could do that," Bella said, "Alice just laughs at me when I try to put boundaries on her." Alice snorted.

"I do not. I just point out why those boundaries are not acceptable." She said.

"Is that what you call it?" Bella laughed.

We pulled into the mall parking lot and walked into a small clothing outlet. Four hours later Bella had rebelled and gone to Barnes and Noble, Alice had ignored my hundred dollar limit completely and kept throwing colorful shirts and skirts in the cart which I then threw out, I was about ready to cave and just get the darn skirts, anything to get out of here! When we finally checked out I had more clothes then I could ever wear and Bella and I were completely exhausted. Back at the Cullen's house, Alice forced me upstairs and into the clothes we had just bought. She then paraded me in front of everyone else while I made faces behind her back. Alice couldn't figure out why the boys were in stitches over my new clothes.

"What is so funny?" She barked. I made a slashing motion across my throat and made my eyes wide.

"Nothing." Emmet sputtered. Rosalie looked at my face and promptly burst into laughter.

"God Rosalie! What is wrong with everyone today?" Alice said. She turned towards me and I made my face completely blank. This only made everyone laugh harder.

"That's it! I give up!" Alice said before stomping up the stairs. I finally let out that hysterics that had been building and rolled on the floor with everyone else.

"You guys aren't very nice to her." I choked out.

"Your fault." Jasper gasped.

"Your wife." I giggled.

In my room later, I mentally smacked myself. I was supposed to be here hunting Bella, not shopping. I knew that getting attached to the Cullen's would only make my job harder. I sighed and looked at the ceiling. So many things were possible, dangling just in front of my face. For a second the hints of doubt came into my mind, what if I forgot Delia… Then I slapped my cheek, enjoying the sting. How could I even think that? Delia couldn't help herself but I could at least partially make up for her death. No more doubts, no more attachments, Bella was mine. I just had to wait.