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**4**

Alice Cullen was a young woman that was good at keeping secrets. From when she was a little child she had always had a tendency to weirdness. It was like she could see things that were going to happen before they actually came true. She never dared to tell anyone about this. Just like she never told anyone about the secret crush she had developed on her father's neighbor.

Isabella Hunter, or how she called herself now, Isabella Swan, was gorgeous. She was strong and confident. Alice heart began to flutter inside her chest whenever she thought about the older woman's full bosom underneath those tight shirts. How would it be like to hold this softness in her hands and feel their tips getting hard as she rolled her fingertips over them?

Fantasies like these kept playing inside of Alice's head over and over. She remembered very lively the first moment when she had started seeing the beautiful brunette in a different light. Her father, Carlisle, had sent her over to Bella's house to return some tools he had borrowed from her former husband.

Alice remembered how she had called inside the house after opening the door with the spare key. When no one had answered her she had walked up the stairs to find Bella dancing half-naked through her bedroom. She had head-phones on, eyes closed and was singing in the most horrible voice underneath the sun.

But it was not the voice that had made Alice shrug back and rush down the stairs again. It was the sudden heat. The tightness in her chest combined with the tingling inside her lower abdomen that spread through Alice when her eyes moved down Bella's backside.

She was checking out another woman. What in heaven's name was wrong with her? It had scared her, especially when she suddenly imagined herself running her tongue slowly down Bella's spine. There was no way this could ever happen. Alice didn't want this to happen. The unknown desires frightened her.

On the way out she grabbed one of the pictures that were lying on the table in the living room. At least she wanted a memory of Bella. It was something that she could look at when her mind began to wander to the impossible – what if?

The years had passed and in Alice's soul the picture of Bella had formed and shaped into something that she could never reach. Bella was an adult woman, one that most likely had never looked at another woman having thoughts that went beyond friendship.

But for now Alice was content with her dreams. Maybe that would have to be enough. One day she could go and start looking for a girl her own age to start a relationship with. It was possible. All that she had to do was get to the point where she was able to dedicate her heart to someone else than Bella.

When the doorbell rang, Alice was just in the middle to treating herself with a bowl of freshly made microwave popcorn and a couple of old movies.

"Hi Bel-l-a," she croaked out, cursing herself for stuttering again. She took a deep breath and smiled nervously. It was a good thing that Bella didn't know how it looked like inside her head.

"Hello Alice. I just wanted to check if you have everything you need. Your stepmother is really worried that you're going to starve while they're gone."

Alice shook her head. "I'm old enough to feed myself."

"I thought so. What's that smell? Are you making popcorn?"

"Wa-nt so-me?"

Bella followed Alice inside the living room. During the entire day at work she had been determined that she would manage to overcome her inappropriate interest in the young girl. Esme was her friend. She had promised her to take care of Alice and that was exactly what she was going to do.

"How was your day?" she asked, taking a handful of popcorn. Alice watched fascinated how Bella lifted one piece of it to her mouth, licking the salt and butter from her fingertips. "God, this is delicious."

Alice sat down next to Bella and hugged one of the pillows tightly against her chest.

"My d-ay was ok-kay."

"You're still stuttering. I thought your dad told me you had some speech therapy to deal with that."

Nibbling on some popcorn, Alice turned on the DVD player and sighed. The stuttering was an embarrassing habit. She had worked so hard to overcome it. Yet, in Bella's presence it was still so difficult.

"I didn't mean to offend you." Bella told her when she noticed the young girl didn't respond anything to her question. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok-ay. I do-n't mind." Alice whispered, moving a bit further away from Bella on the couch. She felt cold, despite the warmth in the room. Had she not turned up the air-conditioning high enough?

"It was rude to point it out. I apologize for that."

Alice nodded her head. "I'm not stupid because I stutter."

"I know. We don't have to talk about it anymore. I feel like I made you feel uncomfortable with my question."

What makes me uncomfortable is my urge to rest my head in your lap right now, Alice thought. She closed her eyes and imagined how it would be like to have Bella feed her with popcorn while they didn't pay attention to the movie playing on the screen in front of them.

"You're very pretty." Bella told Alice, while the girl fumbled around on the remote. "But I bet you already know that."

"Th-an-k yo-u," Alice managed to press out, her cheeks flaming up with heat. Pretty. Bella thought her pretty. "My Mom ha-tes that I cut my ha-ir."

"I think, it's nice the way it looks now."

Bella reached out her hand and took one of the spikey curls between her fingers. Unfortunately this gave Alice a way too tempting look directly into Bella's full cleavage. Alice's eyes widened and she swallowed back a sigh in her throat. Way too tempting, indeed, she thought when Bella stood up and told her goodbye a couple of moments later. A girl could still dream though, couldn't she?