Chapter 5 – Holy Joe! That's Some Good Coffee / Song: No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn by The Beastie Boys

Finally getting off the train, after that cake fuckery, me and Pix walked to her Williamsburg flat, where her fancy-schmancy makeover kit was. We're going to dinners tonight, parce-que*, it is Jasper's, Pix's new lova-dova's private belated birthday dinner and I told Alice that Rose invited me over to meet her hubby-do's brother. So now Pix is goin' apeshit on this because I haven't dated in a while.

"...and then he told me he loves history and art! Like me!" Alice gushed. With her brute strength, she yanked me out of the street before a car hit me, honking loudly as it sped by. "Wait, Bella, are you even listening to me? Dammit girl, get your head outta the clouds, you almost got hit!" she scolded me.

"Sorry, Pix, just thinkin' about what's gonna go on tonight," I explained. Her eyes softened.

"Oh Bellsy, don't worry, we'll get you all fixed up and you'll have a great time!" Alice soothed. I gave her a skeptic look. "Don't be a Debbie-Downer, think positively, he's probably hot, if he's related to Emmett. Let's just hope he's not like Emmett, ugh."

I snorted. "I hope he doesn't act like Emmett either, Pix."

pow-p-pow-pow-pow

"...and... there! All done, honey," Alice said softly as she turned the chair around to expose my now done up face and hair. "All you need to do is put these clothes on, and my work here is done. If you don't mind, I'll just get myself ready now..." as she pushed me towards the bathroom and away from the mirror.

I was still kinda shocked. I mean, I looked great! I loved that Pix knew me so well, thank goodness plus she's great at makeup she might as well be a makeup artist on top of baker and artist alone. I loved the cherry red lipstick and slightly thick winged liner with natural eyeshadow and some mascara. She barely did more than I usually do, but she made it look good.

I finally got a good look at the clothes she handed me, somehow still not having a problem with them, as I would usually do. It was a black doris top, high waisted white capris that clung to me like a second skin, and red strappy wedges. The doris top showed off my cursive chest tattoo framed by tiny black stars and hearts that said, "Éclairer la nuit avec votre cœur," which means "Illuminate the night with your heart," in french.

Walking out of the bathroom, I heard a low whistle from Pix. "Dayummm, Bellsy ya look hot!" she giggled.

"Thanks Ali-poo," I blushed. I couldn't hide behind my hair because it was pinned back in victory rolls and showing off my ½" white plugs. I finally looked at Alice, who was in a sleeveless LBD and crimson suede mary jane Louboutins. "Innocent, but hints of sexy, Pix, good job!" I praised her outfit.

Topping off her look with some nude lipstick and grabbing her gold clutch, she exclaimed, "Let's get this show on the road, Bellsy!" strutting off to the front door quickly.

I swiped my keys, phone, and lipstick, shoved them into my black clutch and carefully strode over to her to catch up.

pow-p-pow-pow-pow

Taking Alice's yellow and black '70 Hurst Sunshine Special Camaro, we sped across the Brooklyn Bridge and uptown towards E 85th and York where Rose and Em lived.

Alice dropped me off, yelling, "Go get 'em, tiger!" then speeding off crosstown to Columbus Circle where Jasper was meeting her for dinner.

Taking a deep breath, I walked inside the lobby greeting Jack, their doorman, who let me inside and to the elevator. Pressing 20, I rode my way up silently with an old woman who got off at the 7th floor. The elevator dinged and I quickly made my way down the hall. As I was about to knock I was greeted by an open door, mischievous brown eyes, and dimples deeper than moon craters. Slowly putting my fist down, I greeted Emmett with a hug.

"Hey Em, long time, no see," I said after hopping down from the burly oaf.

He chuckled, "I see that you still can't reach even with heels, Bell."

I scoffed and smacked his shoulder.

"Shut up dear, she just got here and you're bothering her already," tsked his wife, and my other best friend, Rosalie Hale-Cullen. She took the cream puffs I brought over from the shop that I usually bring whenever they invite me over for dinner.

Even though Rose and Em may be quite the stereotypical bickering married couple, that was just their nature, even before they got married. It was like their foreplay, Rosalie headstrong as ever, married the oaf who stands his grounds when he defends who or what he loves. Of course, that's also a plus, as he would defend Rose till the end because it's so obvious how much he loves her, just like she loves him. Em is playful and childlike whereas Rose is serious and sarcastic. They balance each other out nicely, and I admire that about their relationship.

"Bell, ya know ya love it! Come, come. Rose told you that you're here to meet someone, right?" he waggled his bushy brows. I nodded. "Okay, he's in the dining room, we've already set the table we're just waiting for one thing to finish cooking."

Walking into the room, I came across that messy coppery ginger hair I saw this morning. Shocked, and also slightly embarrassed, I blushed profusely realizing it was the hot dude – Edward Cullen – I bumped into this morning. Peeking a look at his face, I noticed the tips of his ears, were adorably, tinged red too. I guess he felt the same way.

Slowly, I walked over, taking a the seat next to him. "Hey," I murmured.

-dun, dun duuuuuun

-leaving you with a cliffhangie fo shizzle hope you liked it; i'm trying to be much more frequent and efficient in updating chapters.

*parce-que = french for "because"; I speak french, but I'm not doing translations – I'm not that good!

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