A/N: I do not own Twilight; however, Twilight does own me.


Chapter 9: How to Catch a Man in 45 Days

BPOV

"Alice, I can't wear that," I squeaked as my eyes caught sight of the outfit Alice had laid on my bed.

"And why not?"

"Well, for one thing, it's pink, and for another thing, it's yours! It'll be way too small for me."

"What's wrong with pink? And it will not be too small," she held up the tiny t-shirt. "It will just fit a little more snug than your regular clothes."

"Nothing's wrong with pink, as long as you're the one wearing it. And, yes, it will be snug all right. I'll be lucky if I can breathe in that little thing."

"Who cares about breathing? Your boobs will look awesome!"

Twenty minutes later as I settled the very snug, extra-small t-shirt into place over my push-up bra, tugged the hem over the waistband of my black skinny jeans, I had to admit that the girls were displayed perfectly. Alice saw my satisfied expression and gave me a knowing smirk, but refrained from saying 'I told you so.' I gave her a grateful smile.

Have I mentioned that I love Alice?