Musical Suggestion: Hero/Heroine - Boys Like Girls
I have one more essay. One more. And it's definitely due tomorrow. So enjoy this, it's short, but once we hit 40 reviews I'll post the next, provided I make it through the night lol.
Alice
It was one of those nights. I had made Emmett stop at the grocery store on the way home for some supplies. He followed me through the aisles and watched as I grabbed double-stuffed Oreos, a jar of Kraft peanut butter, a chocolate orange and thank the heavens they carried Ben & Jerry's – I might have committed murder if they didn't. Thus, the last thing I added to my arm-full of goodies was a pint New York Super Chunk Fudge.
"Alice?" Emmett asked, questionable of my purchases.
"Don't ask." I warned, as I loaded everything on the belt. "Won't tell."
"Alice, really." He pressed. I was more than irritated at this point.
"Emmett," I warned one last time, "I might be half your size but so-help-me I will make you cry." I'm pretty sure he noted that as a promise and not a suggestion.
Once we arrived home I went immediately into my room with my purchases, changed into my Juicy sweats and transformed into a vegetative state watching every Audrey Hepburn movie in existence. It's not as if I could have gone out to a party because it's not as if I had any friends. At around dinnertime there was a knock at my door.
"Emmett, I'm eating." I shouted loud enough to scare him away usually.
"Alice," I was shocked to hear Edward's voice, "Are you decent?" Always too fucking polite.
"Yeah," I groaned, remaining tucked under my covers, covered in Oreo crumbs. "Come in."
The door slid open just enough to allow Edward to poke his head in. He looked around for a moment and then stepped into the room. He slid his hands in the pockets of his khaki's and looked at me in all my glory.
"Emmett and I are having some people over tonight," He explained, "is that okay with you?"
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders; I was not sure why he was asking my permission but I didn't mind. "Do whatever you want."
"Alright, just checking." Edward assured. He was always calm and collected, as if nothing ever bothered him. In other words, he was entirely different from Emmett. "If you want to come down you are more than welcome."
"I'll probably just stick up here. Thanks though." And with that he left me as I was. Edward never hovered and I was beginning to appreciate that.
Roughly a half and hour later I heard some guys arrive and then nothing which left me sure they were in the basement playing pool while watching the game and drinking. Something told me this was a regular occurrence at the Cullen household on weekends. Carlisle often went to various conventions and galas and Esme would go along with him. I was also asked if I was interested in going but I politely declined; I did not want to be the strange new daughter under the spotlight for all of Carlisle's distinguished, professional colleagues to ogle at and ask questions to. About twenty minutes after that I heard the front door open again. It seemed one more person had arrived and had quietly moved onto the basement. I was then left to wallow in my own misery while watching Breakfast at Tiffany's.
I was crying – wait, who am I kidding; I was a complete mess – by the end of the movie. It had come to the part where Holly was looking for Cat and Paul had followed her into the alleyway. He then sweeps her into his arms and they realize their mad love for each other. Now I had never been a sucker for Hollywood romance but there was something about the way George Peppard looked at Audrey Hepburn that just made my heart lurch for a passionate embrace like that one. It got to me, every damn time. Just as I was about to take another bite of ice cream, another knock came at my door.
"That's it!" I shouted, half-crying. "Emmett, so help me, you knock on my door one more time there will be an imprint of your face in the dry wall!"
"Alice?" The muffled voice from the other side of the door definitely did not come from Emmett. Nor did it come from Edward. It was liquid cocaine in the form of words; it was Jasper. I froze for a moment, not entirely sure what to do. When the knock came again I scurried out of bed, wiped the cookie crumbs from my sheets and put the ice cream on my desk – the last thing I needed was my 900-count Egyptian cotton to be stained with evidence of my depression. Then, he spoke again, "Alice, I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now but if you could just give me a second…" His voice trailed off. Before I even had time to think logically and look in a mirror, I opened the door. I was met with 5'10 of gorgeous and to say I probably looked horrifying was an understatement.
"Not the last person necessarily…" I admitted quietly, looking at my feet. I reminded myself why I was angry with him in the first place. Then I realized it wasn't so much anger as it was me running away from everything.
"What?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Emmett would be last," I nodded my head and looked back up from my feet. "You're slightly above him on the list."
"I guess I can take that." Then he smiled. If he did that one more time I was sure I would have a heart attack from lack of oxygen. It was confirmed. I had fallen… hard.
