Sorry I haven't been updating but I had a little conflict of interest with this story and I wasn't sure I was even going to finish it.
But now, I do and I'm never letting anything affect my writing. (:
Anyways, I think this will be like two or three more chapters and that's it. I really really really ! hope you like it.
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Two Weeks Later:
"Alice, can we talk?" Rosalie said as she stepped in the bedroom me and Jasper shared at the estate.
Jasper was out wrestling with Emmett; their new found brother-love was kind of cute. But that meant that I was alone yet again, well alone as one can be in a house with four other vampires.
"Sure, go ahead." I said turning away from the window and facing her.
Rosalie looked surprised at my answer but carried on like if she had rehearsed this before crossing the hall. "Well, I know I'm not the most alluring person to befriend." She hesitated and I knew it was because my reaction to her former words was: eyes out of their sockets.
"Carry on." I blurted out, afraid she might regret this and run back to her room.
"Okey, well as you probably figured out by now, our lovely boyfriends have become brothers all of the sudden and…" she looked out the window in a tense way and then sort of let it out and in a relieved rush she said. "And I'm sick of having Beethoven Part Two as my only company!"
There was a deep silence in the house. I think they were all waiting for me to answer. Rosalie had a sort of begging to be accepted have wanting to run and jump of cliff. Then there was the sound of a chair moving. "I heard that, Rosalie!"
Ohh, Edward, please help me! I couldn't help but think.
"Do not think you'll drag me into this, Alice." He responded and then I heard him leave the house. Rosalie ignored our conversation and just stood there uncomfortably waiting for my answer. I took another second to consider this…
"You know, Rosalie. I think we might have a shot at this friendship thing. You know, because of our common… interests."
"Pardon me?" she said resting her weight on one foot and resting her hand on her hip.
"Yes, you want a friend that is a girl and not a depressed pianist and I might be in the market for a friend who likes to try new things on." As I said this, something in Rosalie's eyes glimmered and she reached into for a little bag that was hanging from her dress. I reached for an almost identical one that was resting in my bureau. "Let's go girl bonding!" I said. "Esme!" I called out.
"Already ahead of you." She said standing in the doorway, holding a little pouch of her own. We started walking to the front door.
Then Rosalie threw her hair over her shoulder and called over it to me. "Oh, and Alice?"
"Yes" I answered.
"Call me Rose, would you?" I could almost hear the smile on her face. "And would you totally mind if I started calling you Aly?" She said stopping and turning to face me.
"Of course not." I replied and we walked outside.
I'd never had a nickname before; nonetheless have a friend give me one.
A friend? Yes, that is what this was. The beginning of a beautiful and very strange friendship.
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I know is so short! But I already have the next one written and I promise as soon as I type it, I'll upload it!
Thanks for reading!
