Walking into the outside world was surreal. I mean, being with the Cullens and realising I was in the Twilight universe was one thing, but looking around, it was like I was realising it was 2005 all over again.

I mean, I did live through 2005, but I was a kid, barely four years old and I didn't have much memory of anything before 2010 so adjusting to life as a teenager in the early 2000s was going to be difficult. Living in America was already a huge change but living 13 years in the past was even more so of a challenge.

But the weirdest thing I was struggling with was the fashion. There were no fashionable rompers or ripped skinny jeans which were the basis of all my outfits. Instead, they were replaced with those awful velvet tracksuits and ridiculous baker boy hats. Oh god, and those awful layers and extremely baggy jeans. And the ridiculous spiky hair and frosted tips.

I seriously wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

But, I took comfort in the fact that I was ahead of my time and could become a future trend setter. I could even introduce some cook dance moves. I internally cackled at the thought. 2005 will no doubt appreciate my dabs and FortNite dances. I will become a meme god.

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Alice can we move on now, I feel like I've memekrises every single item in here already," I whined. The pixie ignored me, picking up yet another blouse that looked extremely similar to the hundreds she had poor Edward carrying around.

"Im afraid I have to agree with Sylvia. People are starting to notice us a little too much for my liking," Edward muttered. I turned to him, a question popp8nb into my head.

"You can read minds right?" I asked. He looked down at me for a minute before slowly nodding. "Can you read mine? What am I thinking?" I asked. He furrowed his brow, eyes intensifying.

"No," he sounded frustrated.

"Well, if you wanted to know what I was thinking, I was wondering if Guy Fieri and Smash Mouth are the same person and the FBI just doesn't want us to know." He looked at me incredulously, s smile twitching at his lips.

"See? It's better off you're not in my mind, it's purely for your safety." I patted his solid arm, ignoring how the coolness seeped through his shirt and made my hand tingle.

"Hey you know if you can hear thoughts, why are you called a mind reader? Mind reading suggests you can read the thoughts if others like a book and supposedly turn it off. But thought hearing I think is a more accurate description for your ability because just like actual hearing it's kinda hard to switch it off or tune it out." I was rambling. I tended to think aloud most of the time and say almost everything on my mind.

"That is an interesting point." He was smiling crookedly at me again and I felt like a stupid Twilight fan, fangirling over how his crooked smile revealed the smallest and cutest dimple and how it made his eyes warmer and brighter.

"Okay! I'm done, now go try on all these clothes and hurry, we have loads of other shops to visit!" A squealing voice interrupted me and I sighed dramatically, taking the clothes she shoved into my arms. I turned to Edward with a mock defeated look.

"If I don't make it out alive, tell Emmett to play Highway To Hell at my funeral."