Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just the plot line.

EPOV

"Ugh, Alice, is all this really necessary?"I groan and complain for what seems like hours now.

The Mall. Not the most ideal place for a guy to be on a Saturday.

"It's not like my clothes are bad." I continue to whine, I even go as far as throwing in the occasional pout.

"You're right, Edward, your clothes are not bad, they're the worst!" She tells me.

"Bella liked the way I dress." I mumble indignantly.

Bella…(cue sad sigh) How I miss her so!

It's been a week since that dreaded day at Bella's doorstep. Every time I close my eyes, I see my Bella wrapped in the faceless guy's arms, and it's killing me. The little voice in my head, the one that always fills me with so much sadness and depression, is telling me to end my suffering and to make it quick and easy. But just as soon as the voice has me within his grasp, the promise I made to Bella rang proud, and I push the voice away. I have to get better, not just for Bella, but for myself also. I wake up every day with an unwavering determination. Bella will be mine. No other man will ever touch her again. And I will be by her side until the end.

Alice scoffs, interrupting my inner rant. "Yeah, like Bella had the best fashion sense in the world." She states sarcastically. "Actually, now that I think about it, you guys have the same sense of style. What with your intensive collection of band tees, skinny jeans, and vans, you two are a match made in dorky, wannabe skater heaven."

"There's nothing wrong with the way we dress!" I defend.

"What's the reason why we're here, Edward?"

"I wanted your help on trying to win Bella back."

"Why would you need my help, I mean she fell in love with you without my help."

"I—"

"You said that there was nothing wrong with the way you dressed."

"There isn't." I insist.

"So why change?"

That question stumped me. I thought she understood why we were here. It takes me a minute to come up with an answer to her question, and even then I stutter out a weak reply. "I-I-I needed…I m-m-ean I w-wanted…"

"WHY ARE WE HERE, EDWARD?"

"BECAUSE I NEED TO CHANGE!" I shout, finally had had enough. "I'm tired of being everyone's doormat. I want to look in the mirror each morning and see a happy, normal person, not someone who's miserable and broken. I want to be confident, and spontaneous, and outgoing for Bella; because that's how I feel when I'm with her. And I want to be that person all the time. So if that means adding a little change to my normal attire, then I will gladly adjust to the new editions." I finish my impromptu speech with a huff.

Alice face breaks out into this creepy smile, oddly resembling the Cheshire Cat. "It's good to see that you're not just doing this just to win Bella back."

"I love Bella, and a lot of this is for her, but it's also time to find the new me, Ali." I say with a sigh.

Alice lets out the loudest, most high-pitched squeals in history.

"Well, let's get a move on! There is so much to do in so little time." She says walking into a store called Urban Outfitters, and I just know that there's going to be a long road ahead of us.

That was the understatement of the century!

Ok…maybe…that was a little dramatic, but it's not that far from the truth. Over the next few weeks, we were hard at work on making me into a new and improved Edward. I saw less and less of my family because I was spending all my time with Alice and Jasper. Alice, an angel from God that one, didn't just help upgrade my wardrobe. No, she also took me to get my haircut about an inch or two shorter, it's still unruly, but it's just a bit easier to manage now. She even had the hairdresser style in a do she dubbed "sex hair". She even gave me tips in how to keep my hair styled, she says it looks better that way. She also coordinated my closet, grouping together the new stuff we bought and leaving my vintage clothes right where I want them. That was a task all in itself. I know I asked Alice for help, and I let her have the reins on this Make over Edward project, but I had to put my foot down when she tried to get rid of all my vintage clothes.

I even started working out with Jasper ever Tuesday and Thursday. Even though I not as weak as everyone expects a computer nerd to be, not by a long shot. I'm actually pretty fit, but I still needed to build some muscle weight and stamina. So Jasper and I started kickboxing classes down at the gym. Jasper and I have really gotten closer, as a result of our workout sessions. We bonded over the different things we never knew that we had in common. Like music, movies, and video games. Turns out, Jasper play World of Warcraft religiously. He has quickly become my best guy friend.

With all the time and effort we have been putting into my transformation, Jasper and Alice have practically taken up residency at my house. Not that my mom minds, she's happy with the fact that I have real friends, and that the house finally has some life to it. Three months ago, the house was a ghost town, but now it's filled with the laughter and antics of me and my friends, much to Emmett's chagrin. He seems to hate the thought of me being even remotely happy. Not that I'm completely happy anyway. I miss Bella like crazy! School is almost unbearable, not because Bella is trying her hardest to avoid me, quite the opposite actually. It's like she's given up. Like she no longer has purpose in the world. Like she doesn't care. The normal sparkle that resides in her chocolate brown eyes is gone without a trace. Every time I see her, I feel an overwhelming urge, just to go and hold her. To tell her that she can be happy again, because I'm here for her and that I love her, and that I'll never leave her side. But I can't do that, not until I know for sure that I will have the confidence or the strength to be the rock she needs. But I will get there soon, and then we could put this whole nightmare behind us.

A/N: I know that it has been a while since I've updated, and I am sorry. RL got in the way, but I promise to update more frequently and regularly.