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A/N: I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update. School just started back and I've had tons of homework. But to make up for it, I made the chapter longer than usual. Hope you like it. Again, I'm sorry.

Sleepover

Alice insisted on helping me pack my bag. I figured I might as well invite Edward to come in too. Once I unlocked the front door, Alice was practically dragging me up the stairs and to my room. Edward, sensing this was an Alice thing, decided to wait in the living room. If only I could have been that lucky.

I started throwing some clothes into my backpack when I heard Alice gasp. I turned around to see her staring at my closet with a horrified expression.

"Alice. What is it?" I asked worried.

"Are those your clothes?" She pointed at my closet.

"Yes, why?" I asked, thoroughly confused now.

"And do you actually…wear them?" she asked, turning and looking at me.

"Yes. Of course I wear them, Alice." I said, annoyed now that I knew what she was talking about. Her expression became even more horrified than before, if that was possible. Then, it suddenly cleared and was replaced by her usual, happy smile.

"It's a good thing we got you those clothes today. You can pack them to bring to my house. They should last you until this weekend when we go to get you a new wardrobe," she said. My eyes just about popped out of my head. She had said it so matter-of-factly, as if she bought people designer wardrobes every day. Well, knowing Alice, she probably did.

"What?! Alice are you insane. You shouldn't have bought me those clothes in the first place. It was way too much. I'm not letting you waste another dime on me when I have perfectly good clothing right here."

Alice looked at me incredulously. "What are you talking about 'perfectly good clothing'? Bella, these clothes ought to be burned. Or worse. Now we are going shopping this weekend, and there's nothing you can do about it. And don't even think about not going. I already know you're size, so I'll just buy twice as much as I would've if you were there," she said defiantly. I could see that there was no stopping her.

"Okay fine. But we're not buying a wardrobe. I'll allow one outfit. That's all," I said in a firm voice.

"Come on Bella. Give me at least seven outfits. Just so you're set for next week," she pleaded.

"Three."

"Five. Please Bella." She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and a perfect pout on her flawless lips. How could I disappoint such a face?

"Alright, fine," I grudgingly agreed. Alice started jumping up and down, clapping her hands together as she hopped.

"Thank you so much, Bella. You're my best friend ever," she squealed. I knew she was just excited, but I felt that she meant her words.

"You too, Alice," I said. I realized that what I said was true, even though I had only known her for two days. Alice was a kind, caring, and slightly eccentric person. I was glad to have such a good friend so fast.

"What's she so excited about?" came Edward's voice. I whirled around to see him leaning against my doorframe. He must've gotten tired of waiting. Or heard me yelling at Alice.

"Bella told me I can get her five more outfits this weekend. I wanted to get her a new wardrobe after seeing what she's got here, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, and she told me I'm her best friend," she added with another squeal, causing me to laugh. With that, she grabbed my nightclothes, threw them in one of my shopping bags that held a complete outfit, picked it up, and bounded out the door and down the stairs.

"There really is no discouraging her, is there?" I asked Edward.

"No," he said in a sad tone. I turned around to see him staring at the floor, hiding his face from me.

"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"Well, it's just..." He still wouldn't look me in the eye. " It's just that...I thought I was your best friend." He looked up at me now, and I could see the humor in his eyes as he teased.

I smacked his arm and said, "Well you both are. Got a problem with it?"

"No, just as long as I'm your favorite," he replied playfully, throwing me a dazzling crooked smile.

"Deal," I said as I reached up and ruffled his already untidy bronze hair.

"Would you two hurry it up already?! Sheesh," I heard Alice yell impatiently.

"I guess we better get downstairs before Alice murders us," he joked. I laughed and hurried down to find a very irritated Alice.

"What took you guys so long?" she asked. Then her expression changed. Her eyes looked excited and her smile was mischievous. "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

I knew what she meant. Ever since Edward and I became friends, people just had a hard time understanding that we were just friends. Why that was so hard to believe was beyond me. Can't a boy and a girl be friends, well best friends in this case, without liking each other? Enough with my mind rambling. I was currently blushing, as usual at times like this, but only slightly. Afraid that they would notice, I dramatically rolled my eyes upward.

"No, just Bella teasing me about you being her new best friend," Edward said in the same mock hurt voice he had just used with me.

Alice's face once again took on it's usual excitement as she said, "Oh, okay. Come on, Bella. I can't wait to show you everything." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out toward the car. Edward followed, laughing, and locked the door behind him. I didn't get a chance to thank him, though, because soon Alice was pulling me into the backseat with her and excitedly making plans for tonight. Edward had always done things like that for me. He really took care of me, kind of like a big brother. Then again, that's probably how he saw me; as a little sister. Why did my heart sink at this thought. I was pulled out of my own little world by Alice pulling me out of the car. I hadn't even noticed that we had made it to their house. Upon entering the house this time, I didn't get a chance to take in the beautiful rooms. I was dragged up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway. The carpet on this floor was a gorgeous gold-brown. The walls were painted a light gold to match. There were only three doors in the hallway; one on each side, right across from each other, and one at the end of the hallway.

"That's the guest bedroom," Alice said, pointing to the door on our left we made our way down the hall. "That's Edward's room." She pointed at the door on our right. "And this," she said, stopping in front of the door at the end of the hall, "is my room."

She opened the door and walked in. I followed her into a room that was…well, I guess you could say it was Alice. It was perfect for her. The walls were pink and black. There were matching white nightstands, desk, table, and dresser. The bed king sized bed was covered in a black comforter with white polka dots and pink pillows. The carpet was white, but covered with pink and black rugs. Everything tied in together perfectly. Alice looked over at me and laughed a small, tinkling laugh. I suddenly realized that my mouth was open, and I closed it quickly with a loud snap.

"So you like it?" she asked.

"Alice it's…amazing," I simply stated.

"Yay!" she squealed. She then walked over to her humongous closet and proceeded to show me every item of clothing she had, which was close to two thousand, I'd say. Edward then, fortunately, walked in. I shot him a pleading look. He understood immediately and went to pull, no pry Alice away from her closet.

"Come on, Alice. Mom said dinner's ready." Alice stuck out her tongue at him, but walked out the door. Edward and I trailed behind her. I turned to look at him.

"Thanks," I mouthed.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Well I figured I shouldn't let you die of boredom." I laughed and turned around to watch where I was going so I wouldn't trip and fall.

When we walked into the kitchen, I noticed a delicious smell. I then saw the huge pot of spaghetti, my favorite food, sitting on the stove. Esme turned around and saw us.

"Oh good, you're down here. I was about to come up and get you. Hello Bella dear. I hope you like dinner. I think I remember spaghetti being your favorite, but I can't be sure," she said in her motherly voice.

"It is. Thank you so much Esme. And thanks for letting me stay over tonight, as well."

She waved her hand at the thanks. "It's no trouble at all, dear. And you know you're always welcome here." She turned around and took five plates out of the cabinet in front of her.

I stopped and really looked at the kitchen for the first time. It was huge, of course, but it didn't contain the expensive, high-tech appliances you would expect to see. All the furniture was old, yet still nice, giving the room a very cozy feeling. I noticed that the fridge, the same one I had seen nearly every day three years ago, was covered in pictures. I stumbled over to it and examined the photos. A few of them were wallet sized family portraits, but most were of Alice and Edward. The ones of Alice showed her smiling face, ecstatic as usual. Edward's either had him rolling his eyes or putting his hand in front of the camera. I unconsciously smiled at these. There were some of them together with them smiling and hugging each other. As I looked at the pictures of the brother and sister, I spotted a slightly faded photo out of the corner of my eye. I glanced at it briefly, then did a double take. There I was, three years younger and looking happier and healthier than I ever had. Edward and I had our arms wrapped around each other's shoulders and were smiling crazily at the camera. There was a photo right beside this one. I looked over at it and saw myself sticking my tongue out at a laughing Edward.

"They were taken right before you moved." Edward's voice was suddenly at my ear. It was strange. His sudden appearance should have made me jump or scream even, but I didn't even have to catch my breath. How odd that it felt so natural to have him around.

"I know," I said, looking up at him and smiling.

"Mom?" I heard Alice's voice and turned to her. I had forgotten she was even there, or anyone else for that matter. She had a confused look on her face. "Why are there five plates? I thought Dad wasn't going to be home until later tonight."

"He isn't. Edward asked Jasper to come over for dinner," Esme answered while setting the table. Alice froze, then turned suddenly to glare at Edward.

"What?" he asked innocently.

Alice ran out of the room, muttering something about what she was wearing. I turned back to Edward.

"Who's Jasper?" I asked.

"A friend of mine. I met him when we first moved here. He's really nice, a whole lot of fun, really shy, and kind of has a crush on Alice." My eyes widened at that last part.

"Does Alice know that he likes her?"

"No, but she likes him. A lot, I'd say, though she denies it," he answered. I smacked him in the arm playfully.

"How could you do that to her? You're not being a very nice brother, you know." I joked. He threw me a crooked smile and shrugged.

Alice reappeared two minutes later wearing a very cute pair of jeans and a green shirt that went brilliantly with her black hair. She tried to act normal, but I could tell she was nervous. When the doorbell rang just a few seconds later, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Edward laughed and went to get the door. I pulled Alice over to the table and sat her down, trying to calm her. Edward came back a minute later followed by a tall, blonde boy. As soon as he saw Alice, he looked down and blushed. I heard her quietly giggle beside me. Esme was already seated, and Edward quickly took the seat across from me leaving jasper the seat across from Alice.

Dinner started off a little awkward. Neither Alice nor Jasper would look at each other. After a few silent moments, I decided to intervene. I smashed Alice's toe under the table.

"Ouch," she hissed. Then I got my wish. Jasper looked up automatically, and Alice looked over at him. The second their eyes met, they couldn't break away. I smiled triumphantly, then turned back to the rest of the table. Edward was staring at me in wonder.

"What?" I asked innocently. He had just as much a hand in it as I did. After all, he's the one who invited Jasper over. The rest of the evening went by rather well. Edward and I talked to Esme, while Alice and Jasper were off in their own world.

Once we were done eating, Jasper said that he had to leave. Alice jumped up to walk him to the door. Of course, Edward and I watched around the corner to see how our little matchmaking experiment went. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I saw Jasper lean down and kiss Alice on the cheek before he turned and walked out the door. We quickly scrambled back into the kitchen so we wouldn't get caught spying. Alice glided gracefully in, looking as though she were walking on clouds. She suddenly snapped back into reality and grabbed my wrist. She pulled me all the way back up to her room, then slammed the door behind me. As soon as the door was closed, she grabbed my other wrist and started jumping up and down while squealing. She towed me over to the bed and jumped onto it. I sat down on the side, making myself comfortable for whatever was coming.

"Oh my gosh! Bella, thank you so so much for stomping on my foot. Jasper is so amazing! He is sweet, and funny, and cute, and shy, and…" she slowly got quieter until she was just hugging a pillow to her chest and staring dreamily off into space. There was a knock on the door followed by Edward's voice.

"Can I come in?" I looked at Alice. She didn't seem to notice at all.

"Um…yeah, I guess so," I answered for her. He opened the door. One look at Alice and he was chuckling. "Alice in Wonderland," he muttered to himself. He walked over and sat on the floor next to the bed. I looked at Alice one last time. Then, finally deciding that she wasn't going to 'wake up' any time soon, moved to sit on the floor next to him. Before I knew it, we were talking. We talked about everything, from music to books. We laughed about our little love experiment tonight.We talked for hours until I suddenly realized how tired I was. I looked over at the alarm clock next to Alice's bed. 1:35 A.M. Perfect. I glanced over to see Alice curled into a bull, sound asleep.

"Wow," I mumbled.

"What?" Edward asked curiously. "Oh the time."

"That's not it. I didn't even think she could sleep. I figured she just ran 24/7," I said, gesturing toward the sleeping Alice.

He laughed quietly. "I guess I better get to bed. You should to. Come on, I'll show you to the guest room."

I nodded, even though I already knew where it was. I grabbed my bag and followed him out into the hall.

"Here it is," he said, pointing to the door across from his. I pulled it open and turned back around to look at him.

"Thanks. For everything," I mumbled, tired but still sincere.

"No. Thank you. You don't know how much this means to Alice. Hard as it may seem to believe, she doesn't make friends that easily. It's good to see her so happy."

I wanted to say something, but there was nothing I could say. I just settled on smiling and giving him a hug.

"Night, Edward," I said pulling away.

"Night, Bella." And with that, we both turned to our own room. I quickly jumped into the comfy guest room bed. I fell asleep quickly, and again I slept free of my usual nightmares.