A/N: Hmm seems like no one wants to fight with Alice or Rosalie. I agree, lets make love not war.

Big shouts to isnoggedmalfoy for solo beta'n this chapter for me, druscilla831 is on vacay so getting a break this week. :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters cause SM owns all that. I wish I owned some of Alice's hot shoes.


I closed my eyes and winced at the force that was probably going to knock me into next week. While Alice was tiny, I could tell by the look on her face that she was more than a little perturbed that I was wearing Edward's jacket. It felt like hours were passing without any hand to face connection so I started to let down my guard. That's when I heard the fit of bubbly laughter in front and behind me.

"Bella?" Alice's tinkling voice called for me to open my eyes.

As I slowly lifted each lid, I half expected to see a fist come flying out of no where at my face. Instead I was greeted with a rosy cheeked pixy, her hands at her sides and a grin on her face.

"Are you alright?" she prodded.

"Yeah, I guess," I managed to get out.

Laughter erupted behind me and I turned to see my friends sticking their noses right in my almost catastrophe. I glared at them menacingly as a sign to shut up and back off and they took the hint well, forming a little huddle behind me a few feet back to talk quietly. I turned back to Alice, who was now staring at me curiously. I waited for the anger to return but when it didn't, I started to pull my arms out of the coat's sleeves so I could hand it to her and get the hell out of here.

"What are you doing Bella," she said and laid a gentle hand on my arm to stop me, "You're going to need that when it rains again."

"But… It's not mine," I stammered. Why wouldn't she just let me apologize already?

"I know," she grinned, "But Edward said you can have it so I'd like for you to do so."

I was sure the look that crossed my face was a mixture of confusion and thankfulness. I was grateful I could at least stay warm until I got back to the hotel, grateful she wasn't going to punch my lights out, but confused all the same. This was her boyfriend's jacket, why on earth would she want some other woman wearing it around town?

"You look puzzled," she stated the obvious.

I slipped my right arm back into the sleeve I'd removed it from, inwardly reveling in the feel of the fabric.

"I just don't understand," I said and looked over my shoulder to see Angela's worried face over the huddle of my friends.

"Would you like to talk somewhere… private," she paused to take note that my friend's where indeed listening in.

"Sure," I said. The worst thing that could happen was that she get me alone and beat me to a pulp. "There's a café right around the corner, if that's okay with you?"

"That sounds wonderful," her eyes lit up and her voice was back to that magical sound again.

I turned and approached my group of friends, interrupting the little conversations they were having.

"I'm going with her to the café on the next block," I started.

"You're going alone?" Jessica asked with tons of stress on the alone part.

"Yeah, we're going to talk."

"Are you sure you don't want someone to go with you?" Angela's motherly concern kicked in.

"No, I'll be fine. It's just coffee and a chat; I'll be in a public place. I'm fine…" even if my insides didn't feel that way.

The group eyed each other and finally agreed to let me go alone. I said my goodbyes and walked back over to where Alice was standing, tapping her little ballet flat to the beat of an impatient tune.

"Sorry about that," I apologized quickly, "they would've followed us if I didn't handle it before hand."

"Oh it's no problem," she giggled, "My family is much like that as well; Always wanting to be in the know about everything."

We walked towards the small café I had spotted on the way to The Louvre earlier in the day. It was small and cozy on a corner of a busy intersection. There were pots that hung from the black railing that enclosed the outdoor seating area, filled with fragrant flowers that were soaking up the rain from this morning. The interior was a rich light brown that reminded me of coffee with cream and more potted plants decorated around the counter and the small tables. I placed my order; a soy macchiato with a little caramel sauce, Alice ordered some other lavish drink with a long list of additions. I couldn't name half of the things that she said, mainly because she had ordered in fluent French.

We took our seat and soon after the barista brought our orders to our table. I picked a table facing the intersection outside. I wasn't good with confrontation, so I aimlessly looked at the people passing on the sidewalk and the traffic making its way through the city. Hundreds of people with places to go…

"Bella," Alice called, waving her hand in front of my face to pull me from my trance.

"Oh," I blushed, "sorry."

"So I wanted to talk to you," she said then sipped from her oversized but frothy cup of joe.

"Mmmhmm," I took a sip of my coffee as well, but to hide my nerves.

"London was pretty…" she paused looking for the word, "interesting, was it not?" Her eyebrow rose after the question, making it seem like she was toying with me.

"I guess you could say that," I replied. The images of Edward walking in the bar were damn near etched into my frontal lobe at this point.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stick around to help you back to your room," she apologized which caught me off guard, "I was trying to pack up all of my clothes and things so I'd be ready to check out in the morning."

"It's okay," I paused. Did I tell her that Edward did a fine job? No… "Angela was with me the whole night, she did a great job."

"Hmm," was all the noise she made as she took another frothy sip.

The room started to get a little hotter, and it wasn't from the heavy coat I was wearing or the massive cup of coffee in my hands. I could feel the big moment coming, and the fact that Alice was quiet now was solidifying that fact. It felt like the calm before the storm, right before the clouds broke open and let out the lightning and the massive booms of thunder. With quaking hands I lifted my cup to my lips, inhaling the scent of the caramel sauce and espresso. I tilted the cup and parted my lips to let in the hot liquid when the bomb dropped.

"So, you're interested in my brother?" she asked politely.

WHAT?!

My brain didn't completely register what she had said until after the shock had dissipated, which had caused me to start choking on the mouthful of coffee that I never got around to swallowing all the way. The hot liquid slid down my throat in a big lump which caused me to cough and clutch my chest to try and catch my breath. My loud noises were attracting the attention of other patrons as I felt my face get red from the lack of oxygen. I felt a hand come down on my back over and over and a water bottle appeared on the table in front of me.

"Here Bella," Alice said in a panic, "Drink some of this."

I clutched the water bottle in my shaking hands and brought it to my lips to take huge pulls of water into my mouth. I felt the cold liquid slide down the walls of my esophagus, cooling the coffee to a bearable temperature. The hand on my back was still patting gently and I realized it was Alice as I sat the bottle down and took in a huge gulp of air.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she sat back down, "I didn't mean to almost kill you."

I eyed the patrons and the baristas behind the counter. The show was obviously over as everyone returned to their work and their conversations before the interruption.

"I'm fine, I think." I took another sip of water and looked out the window.

"So are you?" she prodded as she took her seat across from me again.

I shook my head with a confused look on my face.

"What was the question again?"

EPOV


I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and my jaw covered in my favorite shaving cream. I'd have to thank Alice for reminding me to pack it; otherwise I'm sure I'd be taking on a wolverine look at the moment. She was constantly looking out for me wardrobe and style wise. Most days I felt like she wanted me to dress like I was a GQ cover model which could get annoying at times.

'It's in your best interest' she always chimed in.

Well it did bring in the ladies, and that was always nice.

I fumbled through my bag in search of my black Calvin Klein's, snatched up a pair and headed back for the safety of the bathroom. Alice said that she was heading out for awhile, heaven forbid that I flash my ass in case she walked through my suite's doors instead of her own. We had agreed since London that there was no more hanging around the hotel room or answering the door unless we were fully clothed.

Throwing my boxer briefs on the bathroom counter, I grabbed the towel on my waist and toweled off the rest of the water clinging to my body. I folded the towel and hung it back over the rod on the wall before sliding the soft underwear up my legs getting things in place.

I had to laugh at the way things had turned out in London. Not only had the whole luggage fiasco put my twin in such a horrible mood, but to wake up to a girl at your door in a bathrobe was just fantastic. The blush on her cheeks, the sloppy way her wet hair was arranged. She hadn't even bothered to put on socks. Of course Alice had to make friends immediately; she was like a little magnet filled with love and friendship. Sometimes I pictured a little flashing sign over her head when we were at school that read "friend me."

Chuckling to my reflection in the glass, I finished my shave and cleaned up the sink. I stared at my disheveled hair and ruffled it some more with a little gel. My constant state of 'homeless hair' as Alice and my mother called it was the only thing I wouldn't budge on. Alice could buy me an entire new wardrobe for years if she liked, but I was not cutting my hair until I thought it was necessary.

The door to her suite flung open and I could hear it bang closed and Alice's footsteps flitting through the room around her bed. She was excited; I could tell by the way she giggled as she moved around and called my name in a cheery tone.

"Edward!" she called as I put my hand on the bathroom door knob.

"Are you alone?" I asked. Better to be safe than sorry.

"Yes," she laughed, "But not for long!"

My brows furrowed as I opened the door and stepped into her side of the suite. Whatever she was excited about was going to show up and soon by the looks of it. I came into a room of what looked like a clothes explosion. My suitcase and hers were thrown at the foot of her bed. There were cosmetics and various salon products crammed on the night stand, tops and bottoms of both mine and hers grouped up and scattered across every identifiable surface in the room. Alice was in the process of pulling shoes out for an outfit on the end of her bed and pondering between a black pair of stilettos or a red pair of pumps.

"Alice," my tone going sour, "What the hell is going on?"

She turned and the light in her eyes was shining bright and clear with excitement and joy.

"You," she smiled her million dollar smile, "You sir are going on a date."

BPOV


"I'm going on a date," I said out loud for the second time in a row.

"You can't be serious," Jessica managed to spit out after picking her jaw up off of the floor.

We were all sitting Indian style on my bed making the small room seem even more crammed. I had just returned from the café when I was tackled by both girl's questions and suspicious look-overs. Their main concern was if I was hurt at all, assuming that Alice had laid a heavy hurting on me once she'd gotten me alone. But I was unscathed, in the physical sense anyhow. My mental side was in the process of doing back flips and cartwheels which then faded into a fit of terror and shakes.

'I'm going on a date,' my brain kept screaming at me, 'A date with Edward Cullen.'

"Bella," Jessica snapped her fingers in my face, "wake up girl!"

"You're starting to sound like him," I noted sarcastically.

"Like whom?" she was dumbfounded.

"Oh I don't know Jessica, Mike Newton maybe?" I laughed.

She took a pillow and popped it across the side of my head to which I grabbed a pillow and in an attempt to fight back, hit Angela in the nose instead. After a short gasp, she grabbed a pillow and joined in as we stood up on the bed and swung the pillows at each other. After a few minutes of hard core pillow battles, my pillow burst into a cloud of feathers that covered the three of us. We collapsed unto the bed in a fit of laughter as the door to the bathroom opened.

"Oh my God," I heard one voice say.

"I've died and gone to heaven," the other said.

Jessica, Angela and I all looked up just as Tyler was giving a silent 'thank you' to the heavens with his hands clasped together. Mike and Ben were standing to his left and right, gawking at the three of us on the bed.

"If you're waiting for us to kiss, we've already done that part," Jessica hissed.

Angela and I burst into laughter as the disappointment from her lie crossed the boy's faces. Our laughter was cut short by a small rap of knuckles on my suite's door.

"Mike, can you get that?" I asked. He was closer and not getting squished by two girls.

With a grumble he opened the door and revealed what looked like a pile of clothes with dangling shoes and two legs standing in the doorway. Alice's head peaked around the clothes mountain in her arms and looked to Mike.

"You mind giving me a hand with these?" she asked politely.

Mike carefully took three quarters of the stack from Alice's arms and let her into the room. The look that dawned on her face when she saw the shape of my room and the three of us girls on the bed was priceless.

"Oh," she exclaimed then looked to the boys, "If I was interrupting something, I can come back later."

"No Alice, it's okay," I piped up as I pulled feathers from my hair, "the boys were just leaving."

The collective groan that echoed through the room sounded like a pack of wolves looking for a meal. Mike plopped the stack of clothes down on the end of the feather covered bed and turned to follow Tyler back out of the room.

"We'll be in Eric's room whenever you need us," he called back to Jessica.

"Okay," she squeaked.

After the boys had cleared out, Angela and Jessica pushed their way off the bed and I took a deep breath to refill my lungs. Alice was watching me intently with her green stare from the end of the bed, waiting for me to make the next move.

"I guess I should get going," Jessica said as she plucked the last feather from her shirt.

"Why?" I questioned, "Where are you headed off to?"

"I figured you'd want some privacy getting ready," she said. Something in her voice sounded like she was hurt.

"Jess, no one said you and Ang have to go anywhere. I'm sure Alice doesn't mind. Right?" I looked to Alice for reassurance.

"Of course not!" her voice sounded horrified that she had upset either one of them.

"Okay," Jessica and Angela both said in unison.

"What needs to be done?" Angela asked.

"Well first," Alice's eyes wrinkled up with her smile, "Bella needs to get those feathers out of her hair and shower, unless we are going for a chicken coop look for tonight."

The room erupted with laughter and the girls converged on picking feathers from my hair. The next hour was filled with a shower, lots of hair styling as well as makeup and hairspray. We were all moving at a pretty good pace; Jessica was working my makeup, Angela was drying and curling my hair and Alice was in the rear supervising and giving pointers here and there. The whole ordeal was more than I thought was necessary. I could have gone out without the big production, but Alice insisted so I had to play along. We emerged from the bathroom into Angela's suite where four outfits had been laid out where it was a feather free zone. They were all obviously not my clothes, as two out of the four outfits were too flashy for my liking.

"I can tell you right now," I pointed to the two outfits on the left, "I will not wear those in public."

Jessica held up the mini skirt that was barely big enough to cover anything.

"Why not Bella?" she laughed, "It's cute."

"For you, maybe; for me, I don't think so," I snapped.

Angela held up the second outfit I'd turned down, a pair of navy shorts and a white sleeveless top with ruffles.

"Um no, it rained earlier today remember?" I tried to remind her how chilly it was.

"But the shirt is cute Bella, you should at least keep that in consideration," she pointed out.

"Good idea," Alice chimed in as I groaned.

"Why can't I just wear my own clothes?" I pouted.

"Because they are so boring Bells," Jessica pointed out, "You're in Paris and you're going out, you need to look good, not like you're going to biology."

The three of them giggled at my misery and went on to the two outfits still on the bed. Both of them were pants of different styles, one being grey and the other was black. The top for the grey pants was black and also sleeveless, but as I flipped it over I realized that it was also backless, being as the neckpiece was the only thing that held it to the hanger. The top for the black pants was a fiery red which was going to make me a magnet for attention. I groaned at the horror of it all.

"Can't I at least wear jeans?" I whined to my audience.

"Do you have any that are decent?" Alice asked.

I thought about it, and in a compromise attempt I pointed to the white top.

"I'll wear that shirt if you have a pair of dark jeans," I bartered.

Alice's eyes lit up and she skipped through to my suite and back with a pair of dark navy jeans.

"These good?" she prompted.

***

We argued about the shoes and I whined about the red scarf Alice insisted tying around my neck. I felt foolish sitting on the edge of Angela's bed since mine was still covered in feathers. I'd resolved to clean them up whenever I got back tonight. I did everything I could to take my mind off of what I was about to do; looking out the window to the city lights, pulling at the ruffles on my shirt. I started running my hands up and down my jeans to wipe the sweat that was no doubt collecting on my palms.

To say that I was nervous would have been the understatement of the century. Dates with boys at home were no problem; I was never interested in any of them. But this boy was different, not to mention way out of my league. I couldn't believe that I had actually agreed to this whole ordeal in the café this afternoon.

"So are you?"

"What was the question again?"

"Are you interested in my brother?"

After a long explanation, I confessed to Alice that I'd thought Edward was taken, by her. She had pointed out the obvious to me after a lot of laughter; their eyes were both green and they both had brown hair, even if his was a bronze hue and not styled as well as she'd like it to be. I laughed to myself in the hotel room alone, 'homeless hair' she had called it.

I thought about how fast I could run down the hall and hide in someone's room instead of mortifying myself even further by going on this date. It was bad enough that Alice had confirmed that I did indeed make out with her brother in London, why did I have to make myself suffer further?

A knock on the door brought my thoughts back to the present. I stood, on wobbly legs, since Alice insisted that I wear these fire red pumps. I regained what little of my balance I had left and shuffled over to the door and pressed my eye to the peep hole. Sure enough it was Edward on the other side.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, only one way to find out how this night was going to go, and that was to let it begin in the first place. I turned the cool brass knob and opened the door, meeting his emerald eyes instantly.

"Hello," he said, his cool breath fanning my face. He offered me a genuine smile and ran his hands through his glorious bronze hair.


A/N: Yay for POV shifts! I'm going to try and keep them as non-confusing as possible in the future, so they'll all be clearly marked.

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