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Does My Butt Look Big in This?

Bella's POV

The fur ball was nowhere to be seen the next morning, or afternoon, when I woke up. It was Saturday and my first real weekend since what seemed like forever. I had begun to consider taking a break from work, or at least constant travel, since Alice and Jasper's wedding. I was getting older every year, and I wanted what they had. I knew that love like theirs didn't happen for everybody, but I didn't think it was too much to want to be loved at all.

I decided that today was washing day, so I started up the first cycle and settled down lengthways on the sofa with a book Alice had lent me eons ago – "Chasing Harry Winston". Every so often I would have to get up and put on the next wash, but by late afternoon I was really getting into the story.

I was so absorbed in the book that I didn't notice my mobile flashing until it's vibrations echoed through the wooden coffee table loudly. I glanced at the Caller ID quickly before answering Rosalie.

"Bonjour," I smiled.

"Hey bitch," she replied, and my grin widened.

"Did you miss me at all?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"I only missed being able to tell you about my wild adventures the morning after," she laughed.

"Well, I'm so sorry I missed that. But to what do I owe the pleasure of your call, Rosie?"

"Well... I thought we could go out tonight," she began.

"When you say out... you mean Rosalie's idea of 'out'," I replied, sceptically.

"You know you love it," she laughed.

"And you know that is a LIE."

Still giggling, she said "But you're going to come out with me aren't you."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself, why bother even asking me?" I hissed.

"Because I need you looking hot enough for my presence, and I understand that that will take a while – I thought I'd give you a heads up."

I hung up. A few seconds later, my phone began to flash again. Like the push over I was, I picked it up. "What?" I growled.

"CLUBBING!" she screamed. "Now get your cute little butt into a cute little outfit and I will pick you up at eight. I'll be honking in the cab outside. Don't be late."

I hung up again, knowing she was done. I was free. For the next few hours anyway. I sat up quickly, leaving my phone on the table. This was going to require some effort on my part – Rosalie was particularly stinky when I didn't get dressed 'properly'. She used to push me back into my room when I came out without make-up on.

I knew I had a couple of hours still, but I got straight into the shower and used the towel from yesterday – nice and warm, fresh from the drier. I took more care in usual – shaving where necessary and moisturising once I'd dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and walked back to the bedroom, plugging the hair dryer into the socket and settling myself at the dressing table, armed and dangerous.

Edward's POV

I woke up with light still streaming through the flimsy blind. I rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock. 7.27. Great. I had half an hour to sort myself out and make it over to Alice's. I groaned as I threw the covers back and the warm stagnant air moved. That was the one thing I hated about getting out of bed - the cold. Luckily, it was the end of summer so it was as bigger shock as it could be. I listened to the general silence of the flat for a second, actually enjoying the silence.

I stood up and pulled a white shirt out of the cupboard. I also grabbed a pair of jeans and changed – angry that I had no time for a shower. I ran my hand threw my hair, attempting to make it look slightly neater, but failing miserably. I gave myself one lingering glance in the mirror and sighed. I had not spent that long with my sister in years and tonight, I wanted to create a good impression. I knew she would find some kind of fault in me or my appearance, so I wanted to make everything perfect. I seemed to have failed already with my messy hair and minus a shower.

I pulled the door open and felt something brush my leg. I looked down to see the cat, or should I say kitten, winding itself around my ankles. It meowed at me and I bent down to pick it up. I think it may have been my lack of socializing but I found some kind of comfort in this cat and its company.

I walked along the small corridor in search of food. Walking into the kitchen I noticed a small piece of paper out of place on the work surface. I picked it up read the small message on it.

Feed cat.

I stared at the note, gaping at the rudeness of it. Did she expect me to feed her cat for her as well as organize her flat and her life? I was really starting to get wound up by her. She did not seem to understand that I had other things to do than look after her. None the less, the gentleman inside of me took over as I bent down to look in the cupboard below the sink for a suitable bowl.

Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening and foot falls in the hallway. I froze, even holding my breath in. Talk of the devil and she shall appear. I heard the footsteps get closer and I peered around the edge of the door. I could see a pair of incredibly slender ankles and feet, with painted black toe nails. I stared at them for a second unblinking before my eyes travelled upwards. Her skin was pale, making her legs shine in the remaining sunlight that was streaming through the window. I let my eyes travel the entire length of her leg, halting at the top of her knickers. The rim of them was crinkled slightly but the leopard print did not escape my eyes. I closed my eyes and hid behind the open cupboard door again. I didn't think this was the opportune moment to meet my demanding flatmate for the first time.

When I looked out for my hiding place this time, she had her back to me, her long curly hair pushed over her shoulders. This time, I was able to take in her entire profile. She was slender and not too tall. She had incredibly long brown hair which fell in neatly kempt curls. None of the pictures I had ever seen of her did her any justice. At this moment, she was breathtaking. I willed her to turn around so that I could see her face and see if that matched up to the pictures or if it completely shattered that image I had of her. Her head suddenly whipped around and I saw her face only briefly.

As I ducked my head behind the door, I closed my eyes, attempting to remember every contour of her face and to savour it. I opened them again and leant my head on the frame. I needed to introduce myself to her but now was not the right time. I was going to have to wait until she was no longer in her underwear. I heard her walk across the room again and looked out from my hiding place.

She appeared to have picked up a pair of purple of heels and still moving, attempted to put them on. I held my breath again as she stumbled past me and caught her foot on the floor, causing her to fall over the sofa. I watched in silence as her head popped up again and she wondered back out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to stroke the kitten. It nudged my hand and I remembered both food and getting to Alice's.

I grabbed a tin of cat food and put half of it into the bowl. I then put the other half into the fridge- I did not want the cat getting too fat now. I stroked it as I set the food down and ran out of the room. I had ten minutes now to make it to Alice's. I grabbed a grey cardigan and a pair of shoes. I stuffed my feet inside the black Italian made leather shoes and walked towards the front door. I closed it quietly.

Bella's POV

It didn't take too long to get my hair dry, so I parted it into layers and started on it with the curling tongs. Hopefully Rose would appreciate my extra effort and go easy on my tonight. But that was a lot to hope for.

I left the towel on top of my now empty wash basket, and rummaged through my underwear drawer. I had decided on a black dress I had bought a few months ago in Italy – not too expensive, but with an Alice-friendly designer tag. It had been hanging in the 'black section' of my wardrobe for too long. I pulled a matching underwear set out – a last minute purchase to go under the dress. Outrageous, and yet fitting for the first day of a new Bella. I was going to try and be bold.

I grabbed some black eyeliner and smudged it round my eyes. The mascara was next, and I left the lipstick out, choosing some cheap supermarket lip balm instead. Cherry flavoured. Mmm.

I went to the next door of my wardrobe and did a quick examination of my shoe store. I didn't find what I was looking for, since they'd been in the DVD cupboard since Emmett decided to raid our apartment for April Fool's one year. I left my room and walked down the corridor. Underneath the television, I reached into my hiding place behind the James Bond collection and pulled out my favourite Louboutins. Deep purple peep toes with deadly 4" heels. I had changed a lot since my pre-Alice (and Rosalie) sneaker-wearing years. Even though I still had a lot of those too.

I caught myself in the dark reflection of the television and was shocked. I did not look like Bella – and maybe that was a good thing. I tried to prolong the moment, even if I was wearing ridiculous leopard print lingerie from a store in Italy that I had never heard of a few years ago. I bent down, slipping on the heels as I leaned backwards onto the kitchen island, still watching my actions in the T.V. reflection. I shook my head – I had never been vain, and there was no reason to change that now. I walked straight over to the living area and reached over the back of the sofa to get my mobile from the coffee table behind it. However, I managed to catch my heel in the thick carpet. My body was so unbalanced that I didn't have time to right myself before I went flying over the sofa head-first. It was a sort of roly-poly action, and I ended up landing on he floor just in front of the sofa, legs up on the coffee table in front of me.

It was the sort of typical Bella thing that would have made me go beet-red in the presence of anyone else. But I just shrugged it off, standing up again and rubbing my now very sore butt.

I wandered back into the hallway, making sure that my steps were carefully placed so as so avoid another accident. I went straight to the closet and took my black dress off the hanger. Dolce and Gabbana. I took the label off and slipped it on, breathing in slightly to do the zipper all the way up the side. I smoothed the black satin fabric over my hips and evaluated my appearance in the door's mirror. It wasn't too short, and the bustier style top half ended in a sort of pencil skirt. Bold Bella liked it.

I added a couple of small bracelets to my wrist, feeling uncomfortable with so little layers on and retrieved my trench from where it hung across the arm of the sofa. I sat back on the side of it and waited for the sound of Rose's arrival. I wasn't waiting long – there were two long honks of a car horn from the street below with an added "BELLA! GET THAT SMALL ASS DOWN HERE!" bellowed from the taxi as well.

I didn't bother grabbing a purse this time – experience had taught me that it wasn't sensible for nightclubs – and instead stole a few notes from my wallet and stuffed them into my bra. I had been taught by the best. My door key was already attached to one of my bracelets so I pronounced myself good to go. I shut the door behind me on my way out and took the elevator to the ground floor. Rose was waiting in a yellow cab just outside the building with the door open ready for me to climb in.

Edward's POV

I managed to make it to Alice's in those ten minutes and find a space outside of her house. Something inside of me was not surprised that Alice lived in a huge town house but still it was startling to see how well my sister had done for herself by this age. I parked my car beside the two that sat in the drive and got out.

"EDWARD!" Alice screamed as she bowled into me. I smiled as I gave her a hug. I had missed Alice the most when I had moved away all of those years ago. She was also the only one who kept in contact with me for the past 15 years, when I left for England. That had always been my decision, and part of me regretted it as I missed out on growing up with my family but it was something I would never regret.

"Hey!" I called to Jasper who was stood in the doorway, looking down at Alice with such admiration in his eyes. Alice finally released me and stood back to take a look at me.

"I like the shirt and shoes look," she said giving me a wink. She smiled and lead me up the steps. I followed her into the hallway. It was huge, much as the exterior of the building.

"Beer or wine?" Jasper asked as they lead me into the living room.

Bella's POV

As per Rosalie usual, we stopped outside a downtown sushi bar, complete with revolving platters around the counter. We took a couple of bar stools right in front of it and paid before helping ourselves.

"Is it just me, or are we overdressed?" I asked her, tilting my head to one side and taking a bite.

"Of course we are. That's the point of this exercise. You should know this by now. Every now and again, it is nice to feel superior to the rest of society. This is just a quick and simple way to ensure that without accumulating major casualties along the way. We dress up nice and then head down to some cheapish salad bar or whatever and pretend to ignore as everyone notices how beautiful we are."

It must be so simple to live in her head. She was so self-assured. I tried to get into her frame of mind, but couldn't really see where she was coming from.

We headed into a club I had never heard of, let straight through by the bouncer when he saw Rosalie's extremely tight red dress.

"Hervé Léger," she pointed to her dress, on our way to the VIP lounge (how, I do not know). "We should get you one – they are the dresses of the gods."

We sat down on a small booth and someone came round to get our drinks order. My apple martini came a few moments later with a bloody Mary – Rosalie liked everything in her life to come with a little spice. We finished those and got another round before making our first drip to the dance floor. I had learnt not to argue, and I even began to enjoy myself, concentrating on swaying to the beat without having to move my feet. I giggled as Rose expertly got rid of the guys that had flocked to her life bees to a honey pot. Some were more sticky than others and for those, Rosalie took my hand and with practised movements she stood behind me and danced – kissing up and down my neck.

As irritating as it was amusing, some of the men stuck around for our little 'show' which was my cue to head back to our booth. I ordered a bottle of water, an attempt to remain hydrated throughout the night, and drank a little before putting it back on the table. Rose joined me soon after with her dark lips smudged slightly, calling the bartender back for a line of shots. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"What?" she rebuked, understanding my eyebrow question. "I'm allowed to drink, Bella."

"Yeah, you are. But you don't bring out the shots unless there is a guy involved. Or more than one, as memory serves me."

She ignored me. "I would be very upset if you had guy troubles and chose not to share with me. That would be a violation of the best friend code that you yourself drew up four years ago."

"YES. Okay. I have guy troubles, now will you stop looking at me like that."

I readjusted my eyebrows into a more natural expression. "So what this time? You dating a couple guys at once and can't work out your favourite again?"

She shot me a glare and tipped her first shot down her throat. "Not this time. This time is worse."

I gulped. We'd had a lot more shots that this when that was the guy problem. I followed her lead and took my first shot, biting on the lime quickly to disguise the burning sensation. "I don't like the sound of this..."

"No. I know. Its awful. I'm so totally fucked I cannot believe it. I am in the fucking shits," her bottom lips wobbled as her voice broke.

"No way," I whispered. She didn't answer. "Rose, I am way too young to be an aunt."

Her head snapped round. "Are you kidding me Bella? I am not fucking pregnant – otherwise I would definitely not be drinking. We would be having this conversation over Ben & Jerry's instead. No, a baby I could deal with. I have a spot booked into the clinic every month just in case that were to ever happen."

"Oh god. I for one cannot think of anything worse than all of this," I muttered, downing my third shot, shapes already started to blur around the edges.

We had finished all the shots that we'd been brought, with more on their way, before Rosalie let the truth of the matter slip.

"I've... I've fallen... Bella, I fucking fell in love."

Silence.

More silence.

Blurry edged, background noise, silence.

"NO. WAY."

"I know," she muttered, and we started on the new tray of shots – both knowing that there was nothing more that could be said to help her.

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