A/N: Okay guys, this chapter is the longest chapter so far but it's not as long as I wanted it. Actually I wanted to give you a little treat for being so supportive and do an extra long chapter, but then I got the sickness known as a writer's block. I was thinking of ways to continue from where I stopped, but I didn't have any sudden enlightments, so I just decided to upload what I got here and think about the rest. The bad thing is I already know what I had in mind and stuff, but I just can't get to the part. SO I guess you have to ait for my super coo l and dramatic idea until the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway and...yeah that's all I gotta say for now.
Third POV
Master paced angrily up and down the room. He wasn't simply angry. He was murderous. His minions had failed miserably in their job to collect enough information about each person that walked in and out of the academy. Had he not given them instructions to check everything twice?
Of course he had to do it himself in the end, and with what he found, he was not at all pleased. If Blossom had paid more attention, she would have discovered it earlier. Now he had to fear that his brother had been informed before him.
"Master? You called for us?" the voice of Houdini spoke.
Their Master stopped pacing and turned toward them. There stood all of his incompetent minions: Blossom, Shadow, Houdini, and Nightmare. All of them looked expectantly at their Master.
Master glared murderously at them. "Sit!" He snapped. As soon as the command left his mouth, the chairs around the table moved back enough to let the four of them sit on them.
When Master's minions sat, a dangerous twinkle gleamed in his eyes. Suddenly, the chairs moved again, slamming harshly against the table with enough force to make each of the minions moan and groan in pain.
Master smiled at the sound. "What exactly did you do years ago when I ordered you to check everyone that entered this academy or it's property?" he asked, a menacing edge pushing out of his voice.
"We did exactly that," Houdini answered in a bored tone.
"Apparently you did not. I have recently found that Alistair Merchile's resume is a fake. If you would have put more effort into this, you would have figured this information out sooner," Master spat, slamming a yellow file folder - which contained said resume - on the table.
"What do you mean by fake?" the throaty voice of Shadow asked.
Master turned his glare to the slightly grey man. "Alistair Merchile does not truly exist. There are no records of him or his existence anywhere, which can only mean one thing. 'Alistair' is a Guardian."
Following this revelation, sharp intakes of breath echoed throughout the room. Master watched all of them with anger still the dominant emotion on his face.
"Allow me to take care of that, Master," Nightmare's shrill voice held a pleading tone.
The dark-haired man glanced at the redheaded woman with a sneer on his face. "You were one of those to mess up in the first place. The task will be given to Blossom."
"What? Why her? She's never done it before!" Houdini protested.
"Are you questioning my decisions?" the calmness of Master's voice was dangerous, taking on a deadly edge.
Houdini slumped back in his chair and said no more.
"That's what I thought," Master said, a triumphant smirk momentarily crossing his face before it shifted back into his menacing glare. He turned to Blossom. "This will be your first assignment. I expect you to report back to me with absolutely no flaws in the task. I want this done by the end of the week. If it is not, we will let Nightmare do whatever she pleases with you."
Blossom's pale blue eyes widened and she immediately nodded her head eagerly as a small shudder creeped it's way up her spine.
Nightmare smiled cruelly.
Chris POV
"Yay! I win, I win! Be jealous, loser!" I jumped up and down while I laughed at Damon for losing.
"You cheated! I saw you pushing it," he protested.
I made my lips jut out into a pout as I squeezed his cheek. "Aw, are you sad because I'm better at mini golf than you are? Don't cry. I'll let you win next time."
Damon pushed my hand away with an annoyed look taking over his face. "You're not better than me. You cheated," he accused again.
"Do you have any proof of this?" I asked innocently.
"Yes. Dean and Bella are my witnesses. I'm right, aren't I, guys?" He looked around, only to see that neither of them were there.
I laughed loudly at him while he scowled, shooting death glares in my direction. I wiped a tear away from my eye and calmed down a little. "You were saying?" I smirked. "Just deal with it. I won, you lost."
"I don't like losing," Damon whined, pouting.
I put my arms around his waist and looked up at him with a kind smile on my face. "Maybe I'll let you score some points in another game," I told him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before letting go and going to search for Bella and Dean.
I found them sitting on a bench, looking like they were having some sort of conversation. Judging by the emotions I was getting from Bella, I would say that she was actually enjoying herself. The thought made me smile in contentment.
I never really found out what her problem had been the other day, but Jasper had once again ignored the emotional privacy of others and told us that Edward had felt guilty and regretful. That led all of us to the conclusion that something had happened between the two of them. Unfortunately, it seemed that Bella had either moved on or just didn't think about it when I was around. Either way, I couldn't pick it out of her mind at any time, and when I tried to persuade Dylan to make one of them talk, he had just ignored me and walked away. He was such a moron.
"Really, I don't know why you wanted to go play mini golf if you're just sitting around, being boring," I barged into their conversation.
Bella threw me an annoyed glance. "You know some people tend to talk on dates. Not everybody is like you and just jumps the guy the moment nobody is looking."
I didn't even bother answering her. She and the others kept bringing up the day Bella found Damon and I laying in my bed and the little incident before that. Of course nobody listened when I told them that Damon just came by with his portable DVD player and we fell asleep while watching the third season of Supernatural.
We may have made out a little, but other than that, nothing happened. But you try explaining that to those little freaks.
"Well then, we'll just leave you guys alone," Damon said, slinging his arm around my shoulder and draging me away.
"Hey, let me go! I wanna know what they're talking about!" I protested.
Damon just laughed and continued to drag me along. He pulled me all the way back to our house where Rosalie's voice made me stop whining.
"Are you guys planning to get it on already? It's only noon. You should wait a while."
Damon let me go instantly, which made me fall down. If I keep falling in his presence, I might have to break up with him before I get any permanent injuries.
Alice's tiny head appeared behind Rose. "Where's Bella? I thought you guys went on a double date."
"She's still with Dean. You shouldn't go interrupt them, though, they're talking," I told her meaningfully.
"Oooh, Jasper! Did you hear that? Let's go listen to what they're talking about," Alice called over her shoulder to Jasper who was just walking up to us. As soon as he was in Alice's reach, she grabbed hold of him and pulled him behind her.
I felt completely ignored. But it was Alice, so I shouldn't really be surprised.
"So...you guys wanna come with me and help Emmett with his project? Or are you busy?" Rose asked.
"What's this project about?" I asked, finally getting up off the ground.
"I think it was something about genetic comparison of Dwarfs and Gremlins."
"What on Earth are Gremlins?" I asked.
"Some stupid little creatures that like to destroy stuff. Very troublesome," Damon explained.
"Coolness. We'll help."
"Great! Em is already in the library," Rose exclaimed, leading us to the building containing the school's library.
It wasn't the first time that I had been in the library, but it amazed me everytime I came here. It was a big round room with bookshelves strewn all around and the ceiling so high it seemed like it was miles away. The most amazing thing about the room, though, was that the books floated around above our heads. All you had to do was take a seat and call out loud what book or information you require, and the book will come to you.
I looked around the room, only to see that Emmett wasn't even sitting at any of the tables.
"Rose, where's-"
"Emmett's in that room," she cut me off, answering the question I was going to ask, as she gestured toward a door between two bookshelves.
Inside the room, it was a lot darker than the main hall and not nearly as busy. It looked more like a regular library, but there were books floating around here as well. The thing that I found the most strange was that half of the room was behind bars. The other side of the bars looked exactly like everything else, but the shelves had no books on them. Instead, they held weird-looking, yet somehow quite beautiful, spheres.
"What are those?" I asked quietly. The silence in the room caused me to whisper, as not to disturb the peace.
"Those are Crystal Balls," Damon answered at a normal volume.
"Are you kidding me?" I didn't bother to whisper again.
Damon shook his head.
"So fortune telling is real too?" I asked. "This place is getting freakier by the minute."
We reached the table where Emmett was buried behind a large pile of books.
"Oh, you brought them along?" Emmett asked Rose with surprise etched into his voice, then turned to us. "I would've thought the two of you would be busy."
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Chris, you know fortune telling doesn't really exist. Well, unless you count psychics like Alice," Rose told me, continuing the conversation from before.
Confused, I asked, "Then what are the Crystal Balls there for?"
"Witches used them hundreds of years ago to see the past, present, and future. It was a simple way to omniscience," Emmett answered. Hearing such a big word come from Emmett's mouth stunned me. "What?" He asked self-consciously when I continued to stare at him in surprise and slight awe.
I snapped out of it and shook my head. "So how come nobody is using them now?"
"No one knows how to work them. The witches lost the ability to work with them ages ago. Nobody knows why, but we can't use them - we don't know how." Rose shrugged and opened one of the books laying in front of us.
I let it go and turned my attention to Emmett, who was describing to us exactly what he had done and what he still needed help with. Since he was a Black Scarf, I shouldn't have been so surprised that he was really smart. But seeing him being all serious and intellectual still seemed a little strange to me.
We were in the middle of finding out how the mitosis of Gremlins worked, when I heard a voice. The voice seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't make out exactly what it was saying.
"Do you guys hear that?" I asked cautiously. Seeing their confused expressions as they looked up from the books led me to the suspicion that I was the only one in the room who could hear it.
"What do you mean?" Damon asked, looking at me in concern.
"Nevermind," I answered, shrugging it off and getting back to work.
Two hours, fifteen discussion, and thirty-two books later, we were finally done with Emmett's project.
We grabbed our things and started to finally make our way out of the library.
"Amarantha," I heard it loud and clear in my head as I was about to step out of the room, right behind Rosalie. I turned but didn't see anyone who could have been close enough to be so clear for me to hear. All I could see were those Crystal Balls behind the bars. "Amarantha!" The voice called again, and in that moment, I saw a few of the Crystal Balls glowing.
"Hey Chris, what are you staring at?" Damon whispered in my ear.
I shuddered, but not because of him, rather, I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
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We were lazily hanging around in Rosalie's room when Alice stormed in.
"Why didn't anyone remind me?" she screeched at us.
"What are you talking about, shorty?" Emmett asked.
Alice held up a flyer. It looked sort of familiar to me. I think I had seen them flying around campus for a while now.
"The Halloween dance?" Rose asked with one of her perfect eyebrows raised.
"Yes! Neither of you thought to remind me, and now I only have the next two days to think of something that'll work," she yelped.
Jasper entered the room with the rest of the group trailing behind him. Even Bella and Dean made an appearance.
"Alice, just chill. Nobody expects you to do anything," Dylan attempted to calm her down.
Since it's Alice, he wasn't successful. She jumped up and began pacing around the room, mumbling, "I have to get costumes for you people and myself and they have to match with the costumes of your dates. Which reminds me that everyone needs a date-" she went on and on and it seemed as if she wasn't even taking a breath.
"Alice, just breathe for a second," Bella told her calmly.
Alice slumped down on the sofa and let out a huff of air.
"You don't have to pick costumes for us, you know," I told her.
"Yes, I do. Otherwise you won't look good. I'm the only one who is capable of dressing you guys appropriately." She was talking very fast and I was starting to worry that she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
"Alice, seriously, just relax. The dance is on Monday and we still have a whole afternoon to get whatever we need, then we can work on those costumes together tomorrow, and by Monday they should be done," Rose reasoned.
"Yes, you're right. We need to be organized right now, and I shouldn't be losing my cool. I can't have you all going to the dance dressed as...pumpkins or something that horrible. Ugh, just thinking about that." She shuddered with a grossed out expression on her face.
"Isn't the point of Halloween to look horrible?" I asked her dryly. Like usual, I was ignored.
"Rose, I need something to write," Alice instructed quickly, jumping up again.
Rose handed her a clipboard. Where she got it from, I have no idea.
"Okay. Rose and Emmett, Jasper and I. Dylan, who are you going with?" Alice managed to write, talk, and glare at Dylan all at the same time.
"Um, I don't know, probably Kate."
"What do you mean by 'probably'? I need definite answers here! Go and ask her right this instance. If you're not back in seven minutes, you'll be going with Lauren Mallory." Alice's voice, expression and demeanor were very frightening right now. Even her older brother seemed to be too scared to discuss anything with her. Dylan just vanished into thin air as soon as she was finished talking. "Chris, I assume you and Damon will be going together?" She almost sounded like a teacher when she asked that.
"Yeah, why even bother asking?" I answered her. Once again, she paid no attention to me. That evil little pixie.
"Bella, who are you going with?" she asked.
"I...err, well-"
"Bella's going with me," Dean announced, then turned to Bella and gave her a shy smile. "That is, if you want to go with me."
Bella frowned for a moment and her eyes quickly darted to Edward. Their gazes met for the shortest of moments, and if I hadn't been paying attention to her mind, I wouldn't have even noticed.
In that tiny second, hurt and sadness washed over Bella, and I got a small glimpse of her memories.
She immediately turned away, back to Dean. "Sure, why not?" She answered with a sweet smile. She wasn't exactly happy, but she liked Dean enough to know that she'd enjoy herself with him. Her mind darted again to the memory that I hadn't been able to grasp properly. This time, I saw more.
They kissed? It already happened? Alice is a seriously wacky psychic. She said they would kiss next week. And...wait...what kind of reaction is that?
"Son of a bi-"
"What do you have against Dean?" Damon interrupted, looking at me in disbelief.
"What?" My eyes widened. "Oh, nothing. I didn't mean him, I was talking about Edward."
"Oh, yeah, right. Edward, who are you going with?" Alice asked him, ignoring me for the umpteenth time today.
Edward was looking at me in confusion, but answered Alice anyway. "I'm going with Tanya," he stated.
That moment, Dylan reappeared and announced, "I'm going with Kate."
"How could you do this? Don't you have a heart?" I asked Edward, glaring murderously at him.
"What are you talking about? Since when is it bad to take a girl out?" Dylan asked, obviously thinking I was talking to him.
"Not you, Srew-Boy. I'm talking to your lovablescumbag of a brother," I replied, sarcasm filling my voice for the word 'lovable'. Yeah, maybe I was being a little mean, but come on! How can a person blow Bella off like that? It's Bella!
"Ouch! What did he do to you?" Jasper asked, looking back and forth between us. "How come you don't seem to be able to have nice emotions toward any of the Cullen boys?"
"I'm nice to Carlisle," I answered, still glaring harshly at Edward and allowing him the privilege of reading my mind while I screamed hundreds upon hundreds of curses and insults are him. He winced everytime, giving me the satisfaction that I needed. He caused my sister pain, and I didn't like that. I wished for him to feel the same pain. He deserved to know what Bella felt like.
"Chris, stop it!" Bella's gentle voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked and looked around. I hadn't realized that I had been slowly stepping closer to Edward. I looked at him and saw him looking back at me in pain. Not physical, but emotional.
"Is that what she felt like?" he asked me quietly, his voice hardly even audible.
A frown found it's way onto my face. I wasn't sure what he was talking about. I looked to Bella for help.
"You were picking out my emotions and sending them to Edward," she answered tiredly.
"I was?"
"What's going on here?" Dean asked, looking from Bella to me to Edward and back to Bella.
I glanced around, only to see everyone looking at the three of us in confusion.
"I'm sorry, Edward, I didn't realize what I was doing," I apologized, something rare for me.
He looked at me for a second before his eyes went to Bella. He had the strangest expression on his face. It was something like awe and understanding at the same time. There was also something else in there, but I couldn't place what it was. "It's okay, I deserved it," he said softly, not removing his eyes from Bella.
"If you're not telling us what's going on, then don't bother interrupting," Alice chided us. Luckily she turned before she had a chance to see the expression on my face. She wouldn't have liked it. "Okay, costumes...hmm, Edward, you'll be a vampire."
"What? Why am I a vampire?" he protested as he finally tore his gaze from my sister.
"Because you suck, bro," Emmett joked and laughed when I did. I admit it, I like bad jokes.
Don't judge me.
"But I don't want to be a vampire," Edward's voice was whining.
"Stop being such a girl. You can't change your fate and I'm saying that you're a vampire. Tanya can be Frankenstein or something, I don't care," Alice said as she moved her tiny hands across the paper on the clipboard, busily scribbling things down.
"What does a Halloween costume have to do with fate?" Edward asked with exasperation and confusion seeping into his voice. It was his turn to be ignored by Alice.
"Rose and Emmett, you will be Snow White and her Prince," Alice continued.
"Does the Prince have a name?" Emmett asked.
"Well, um, no. But it doesn't really matter, you'll be the zombie version of them," she explained.
"Why zombie?" Bella asked in her delicate gentle voice.
"Well, they did live happily ever after. Who said that they'd stay young forever?" I answered, making Emmett burst into laughter as everyone else rolled his eyes.
Still, I was sure Dylan's cough wasn't real. He was so laughing.
"Chris and Damon, you'll be Barbie and Ken."
"What? Are you freaking kidding me?" Damon and I shouted in unison.
"There's no point in trying to make me decide on something else. It's my choice and I'm going to win any arguments, so you'll just be wasting your time. Anyway, Dean and Bella, you'll be Romeo and Juliet." She paced the room. "Jasper will be Harry Potter and I'll be Ginny Weasley."
"What? They're not even a famous couple," Edward exclaimed.
"He's right, you know," Dylan agreed. "That's just a spoiler for those who haven't read all the books."
"Oh, shut up. I'm making the rules here and I really want to wear red hair, so Jasper and I are going to be Harry and Ginny," Alice snapped back, making everyone in the room close their mouths. Damn that pixie was scary. "Now, Dylan and Kate are going to be Zeus and Aphrodite. Any questions?" She asked, smiling sweetly at us with innocent, wide eyes.
"Yeah, why do I have to be Barbie? Can't I switch with Rose? I mean, come on, she's blonde and I have black hair," I complained.
"Which is exactly why you will not be switching. I've made my decisions. End. Of. Discussion," Alice replied firmly, effectively shutting everyone up.
After that, no one dared to argue with her. The rest of the day was pure torture. First, we had to go shopping with Alice, who decided that she would need a lot of fabric for the costumes. Actually, that wasn't so bad. It was better than regular shopping trips with her, so I didn't mind that part much. But what really made me annoyed was when Alice demanded she take our measurements. Seriously, I don't see why we couldn't have just gone to some random shop and grabbed a few witch or zombie costumes or something. But of course simplicity like that won't do in Alice's book. She clearly enjoyed pushing and pulling and prodding us and it was easy to see that she didn't care when the needles actually poked us hard enough to break through our skin while she was tailoring the costumes.
She was like an evil, hardcore fashionista.
The only really enjoyable part of the day was Tanya's face when she was told that she'd be going as Medusa. Personally, I found Frankenstein a better costume idea for her, but Alice changed her mind.
And there was no arguing with Alice. Besides, we got to see Tanya throw a temper tatrum freakout when she heard what she'd be going as. But no one, not even Tanya, could get out of the pixie's metaphorical grip.
"You sure you don't want me to escort you to your room?" Damon asked me for like the fifth time now.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I answered. "But seeing as you're walking with me anyways, there really is no point in telling you that you shouldn't bother," I said in annoyance.
"Am I bothering you?" Damon asked with hurt in his voice and expression.
"Right now? Yeah you are," I snapped.
"Damn. If you're always in such a bad mood after spending a whole day with that crazy chick, I should keep you away from the evil dwarf."
"Maybe," I replied. "But right now, I just really wanna sleep, so please leave me alone. Go play with Dean or something." I knew I wasn't being very friendly, but now that Alice had finally released us from her evil clutch, I wasn't thrilled to have company of any kind. I was really looking forward to going back to my room and collapsing on my bed.
That pixie had managed to exhaust me more than anyone ever has. The only thing that could even come close to this exhaustion was when Raven's mom forced us to clean up her garage. That had been one of the worst days of my life. If I ever see that evil little monkey again, I'll probably commit suicide. Or maybe just burn the thing.
The thought of Raven made me come to a sudden halt. I was so in trouble. I haven't talked to her for weeks now, and even worse, I haven't been talking to my parents.
What was wrong with me? What kind of friend was I? What kind of daughter was I?
"What's up?" Damon asked softly in concern.
"I haven't called my parents." My voice was slow and quiet as I spoke with regret and guilt etched in.
"Oh, well that sucks. I bet you're gonna be in a lot of trouble when they come down here to visit."
"Why would they come here and visit me? I always thought the point of boarding school was to be away from your parents."
"Yeah, but Parent's Day is going to be in November," he told me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Parent's Day? I didn't even know there was such a thing at this school. What are you guys doing then?"
"Well there's actually kind of two of them. The one in November isn't that special because most parents don't bother coming here just for a day, but there's still the School Fair. For that, parents are allowed to come for an entire week, so most parents just visit then instead," Damon explained.
"Wow. Damon, that was a lot of helpful information," I said sarcastically.
He sighed and continued explaining, "In November, we all get a free day to spend with our parents. Those of us who's parents don't make it just chill out on campus all day. The rest are allowed to leave campus with their parents."
"And what is the School Fair?"
"In May, we have a School Fair; it's an event that we organize our selves. The different classificiation groups each do something and every class has a project, but there's also other projects that you can freely sign up for."
"That's really cool. But why didn't anyone tell me before?" I asked.
Damon merely shrugged.
I rolled my eyes and left him standing there as I sprinted to my room.
In my room, I dove for my laptop like a hungry man reaching for the last steak on Earth. I quickly turned it on and started typing an email to Raven.
"Hey Raven," I typed.
I know you haven't heard from me in a while, and I'm really sorry, but I was just too busy to remember. You know everything is kind of overwhelming here and I feel like I still have so much to learn.
I'm really, truly sorry from my bottom of my heart that you haven't heard from me until now. Please don't hate me. Pretty please with a marachino cherry on top?
Write back as soon as you get this.
I hope you still love me as much as I love you,
Chris
After I sent that, I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the familiar number of our home in Phoenix.
"Hello?" My mother's delicate voice answered.
"Hey Mom, it's me," I said, allowing her to hear the bright smile on my face. I probably sounded like one of those people trying to sell you something on the phone...maybe even a telemarketer.
"Chris?"
"Hi."
"Well, what a surprise it is to hear from you again. I was already beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten us," Mom said, her voice holding a sour edge.
"I'm so sorry, Mom, you know I tend to forget things like that," I replied sheepishly.
"You shouldn't forget your own family, Christabel. Bella managed to call at least once every week or so, but we haven't heard from you until now. Why is that Chris?"
"Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I kind of got distracted with everything. A new school, new classes, new friends, a boyfriend, all that stuff."
"Oh, you've got a boyfriend? What's his name?" Mom asked curiously, her previous anger toward me already forgotten.
"His name is Damon. He's really...nice."
For some reason, I couldn't really think of an adequate word to describe him. Not because he was so great, but because he wasn't.
I mean sure, I liked him a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten anywhere near my lips, but he was...
I didn't have an appropriate word to say what I meant.
Replaceable? No, that's too harsh.
"Oh, darling, that doesn't sound too good. Are you already having trouble in paradise?"
"No, not really," I sighed. "It's just that - you know what, nevermind. How are you and Dad?"
"Oh, we're fine, sweetie, really just the same old. Nothing exciting is happening here without my two little girls." I could hear the tears through her voice.
"Mom, don't be sad. We're coming home for Christmas, anyway. I'll make sure to cause enough trouble to keep you occupied until at least Easter," I promised.
I heard her shaky, weak laugh and smiled to myself. She and Bella were so much alike in some ways.
I talked to her for about an hour. We spoke about God and the world, and when I finally hung up, I fell back onto my pillows and peacefully strolled into dreamland.
"Put this on, I wanna see if it fits."
I was woken up as I felt something land on me. I opened my eyes and saw Alice pushing my curtains aside with Bella trailing behind her.
Oh yeah, I forgot that Alice made Bella her personal assistant for this Halloween madness. I don't know why, but as long as it wasn't me, I was happy. It would be even better if I wasn't involved in this madness at all because I really didn't want to be Barbie. I still wasn't over the amount of pink Alice planned to use on me.
I pushed whatever they threw over me away and rolled over to continue my serene state of sleep.
Obviously that wasn't good enough for Alice, since she compained, "Hey! Be careful with that!" and threw it back on me.
"Leave me alone, Alice," I groaned as I pushed the item back off of me.
"Chris, if you don't want me to send your baby pictures to our school magazine, you better put this on," Alice threatened.
"You don't even have any baby pictures of me."
"Oh, yes, I do. I already knew that you were going to be difficult, so I asked Bella for them."
"Eh, whatever, I was a cute baby."
"Yes. Your butt was especially adorable."
"If you put pictures of me anywhere, you'll also be punishing Bella seeing as we used to look identical."
"Okay, fine. Lay here and ignore me. I'll just start calling you by your nickname, alright, Bum-Bum?"
My eyes fluttered open immediately and I saw Alice's small frame standing beside my bed with a black garmet bag in her tiny hands. She gave me an smugly evil smile that was mixed between a smirk and a grin while she tossed the bag at me for the third time.
Bella just stood there with a ridiculously pink clipboard that had fuzzy pink stuff around the edges, and scribbled something down before giving me a sympathetic smile.
Sighing, I sat up and groaned as I stretched, my bones creaking and cracking. I was scared to open the garmet bag, but I wasn't exactly sure why. I figured it was because it had been Alice's choice. When I finally got up the courage to open it, I knew why I had been worried.
The first thing I saw was pink. I warily took the item out of the bag and figured out that it was a short dress. I saw a lot of pink. Then there was glitter, and lots of it, and even more pink. I so didn't want to put this thing on. Ever.
"Chris, just get dressed. It'll look better when it's on," Bella encouraged. I looked at her with a unsure expression, wondering if Alice had brainwashed my twin. When I found no evidence of that theory in her mind, I sighed and quickly stripped out of my pajamas.
Somehow I managed to pull the thing on without "accidentally" ripping it. To me, the thing was extremely puffy, but I guess that could have just been my opinion only. Since Bella and Alice were only standing there, discussing things and looking at that stupid clipboard, I had to awkwardly stretch my arms back and zip myself up.
I straighted out the dress and walked over to the full-length mirror in my room.
I sighed again. There I was, standing in a pink dress that glittered more than a freaking disco ball. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but still, it had a fair amount of sparkles on it. The thing had a sweetheart neckline with silver glitter embroidery on the breast and a silk pink bow on the bustline.
The skirt of the dress was the same pink, but not silky, and it puffed out a little which I thought made me look a bit like a cupcake. I could see small sparkly stuff randomly distributed on the skirt, but it wasn't very easy to see. The dress ended high on my thigh, but it didn't make me look like a slut.
Even though I hated the dress, even I would admit that it was still kind of beautiful. I turned around and looked at myself, trying to keep the frown on my face so Alice wouldn't think that she'd done something right.
"Oh, look at you! I knew I was good, but this is just perfect," Alice said, rushing to my side and fumbling with the dress.
"You made this?" I asked, my eye brows raised in disbelief.
"More or less. I bought a basic pink dress and upgraded it a little. I stayed up all night to finish, or nearly finish all of the costumes," she answered.
She stayed up all night, yet she somehow still manages to be her usual hyperself.
I shook my head in slight awe.
"So, do you like it? I can make some changes if you don't," Alice asked as she fixed the bow to her standards.
"Well, it's a little puffy, don't you think?"
Alice glanced down at the skirt and shook her head before her hands went under the skirt and pulled some fabric. "You have to pull the underskirt down. No wonder you looked like a cupcake," she giggled.
I looked in the mirror again and now that everything seemed to be in the right place, I actually started to like the dress. Even if it was pink and glittery. "I really like it, Alice. Thanks."
"No problem, this is just a hobby of mine. Now get dressed, I want to see you in my room in 20 minutes so I can pick accessories, shoes, and decide on a hairstyle. Bring the dress with you." As soon as she was done talking, she left the room quickly with Bella trailing after her, effectively leave me speechless and gaping like a fish.
I got ready quickly, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in front of a huge pile of shoes that Alice insisted I try on. Occasionally, she would glance up from her work and tell me her opinion on the pair of heels I was trying on. She was currently adding the finishing touches to Bella's costume. Alice said that she'd gotten it from the theater club along with the costume Dean would be wearing.
As I looked at the dress that Alice had created for Bella, I internally smirked in a smug manner. If I had to live through the nightmare of wearing a pink dress, she would at least be at the same place in her own dress, living through it with me. I mean, I don't really know what version of Romeo and Juliet Alice read or watched, but apparently Juliet wears a short, slutty dress in it.
Alice had given Bella the task of making sure everyone tried on their costume, so she was constantly walking in and out of the room, and I saw the way she eyed the dress in distaste each time.
"Alice," Bella said as she walked in the room again. "Edward and Tanya aren't in their rooms."
"Well then, it's their own problem. I told them to stay close," Alice shrugged, flying around the room while she did a million things at once. "Anyway, how do you like your dress, Bella?"
"I don't know, Alice. Isn't it a little...revealing for Juliet? I don't think that she would wear such a short dress," Bella answered cautiously. I pretended to sneeze to hide my snort and Rose, who was fidgeting with a black wig in front of Alice's dresser mirror, gave a light chuckle.
"It's not my fault the dress is like that," Alice replied carelessly.
"You made the dress, Alice," I threw in for Bella's benefit.
"Yeah, but it was long and appropriate. I simply changed it so Bella would match the rest of us. Rose talked her way out of the whole zombie theme - which, by the way, I find sad since I've always wanted to see zombie makeup on you - and she wanted to wear a shorter dress. Bella would have been the only innocent-looking one and I can't have that.
Besides, it's Halloween, we're allowed to freely dress up like sluts, especially since we're the popular girls," Alice replied, her words so fast they sort of blended together. It kind of made me dizzy. Well, that and the fact that she was twirling around the room like a ballerina on crack. "Oh, those are the perfect shoes!" she squealed as she stared at my feet.
I hadn't even paid attention to what I was putting on, and I when I looked down at the shoes, I nearly cried.
They were lightish pink and completely made of glitter with a black bow on the toe and black lining around the edge where my foot goes in. They were a few inches high, too, but that didn't really bother me. "Alice, I am not wearing these!" I protested.
"Need I remind you of my earlier threat?" she smiled sweetly. I glared at her as I pulled the stupid pink, glittery heels off of my feet.
I was really starting to hate Halloween.
The rest of the day went by slow and boring. Alice dragged Bella around the whole campus to finish her strange plans, and to get the boys to wear their costumes. They all put up one hell of a fight, but I couldn't blame them. Alice didn't let us see our dates/boyfriends at all because she declared that it was "bad luck."
Something must really be wrong in the girl's head because I found that to be completely ridiculous. The worst part of the day, however, was the fact that we had to be in the same room as Tanya. She continuously complained about her dress, and the hairstyle Alice wanted to give her.
The dress was actually rather beautiful. It was long, brown, and flowed beautifully. Alice had the idea of giving Tanya brown curls for her hair, too. But of course she complained about that. I mean seriously, she would have looked more like a Greek Goddess rather than Medusa.
"I don't wanna wear this ugly rag," Tanya whined again as she stood in front of the mirror in the dress. I was close, very close, to beating the girl with the cepter that went with her costume. I wish my dress was as decent as hers. "I want another dress."
"You don't get another dress," Alice screeched at her, having finally lost her patience. She was obviously extremely frustrated with Tanya since she'd been whining the whole time and refused to hold still when Alice tried to do her work.
"But I want another one!" She actually stamped her foot like a toddler.
"Tanya, shut up and hold still! I'm trying to work," Alice screamed in exasperation.
"I don't like your work. This dress is disgusting and I don't want to wear that stupid wig." I was starting to get very annoyed with her high-pitched, nasally voice and briefly wondered what caused her voice to sound so...gross.
Bella, Rose, and I were sitting on Alice's couch, finally done for the day and just relaxing as we watched the beauty and the beast in front of us, arguing. Obviously Alice was the beauty.
"Tanya, I stayed up all night to make this," Alice said.
"Damn I hate that girl," I muttered quietly.
"Why is Edward even going with her?" Bella asked, sounding legitimately confused. I couldn't blame her.
"Tanya and Edward have some kind of 'on and off' affair. They're not together, but they are. I don't know, it's hard to explain," Rose said, shrugging.
"So, she's sort of like his girlfriend?" Bella asked in mortification.
"No. He only needs her as a date sometimes or for other things. Most of the time he just ignores her. It's kind of disgusting, actually, but Edward doesn't deal well with girls.
"No kidding," I grumbled, remembering what I had seen in Bella's mind. Bella elbowed me.
"Yeah, well, from what I've seen, Edward just doesn't know what to do when a girl develops real feelings for him. Maybe one day he'll fall in love. Then he might drop that bitch," Rose said as she glared at Tanya the beast, who was currently telling Alice that the dress didn't really compliment her 'traits' or accent her 'amazing features.' I wondered what the hell traits she thought she had.
She was clearly delusional.
"Why did you make such an ugly dress for me? I want to look gorgeous like usual, and not like you," Tanya said in disgust. All of us were silent after that, except Tanya who continued to complain and whine as the rest of us sat frozen. Alice stared at Tanya with a blank expression on her face.
I had a feeling she would get angry soon and was sort of pissed that she had dropped the scissors she had been holding. Maybe if she hadn't, she could have...persuaded Tanya to leave.
"Ugh, every year this stupid tramp has to go and do this. No matter what Alice dresses her up as, she complains," Rose mumbled, getting up and going to Alice's side and beginning to pull her away.
"Hey! Where are you going with her? I need that dress to be done by tomorrow and she still has a lot of work to do," Tanya's annoyed voice whined.
"We'll be right back," Rose said stiffly, pulling Alice out of the bedroom and dragging her to the bathroom. She beckoned for me and Bella to follow. Neither of us hesitated as we jumped up and went with them. Rose locked the door to the bathroom to make sure Tanya couldn't get in as we tried to calm her down.
First she started hyperventilating, then her eyes filled with tears and she looked like she was going to cry. After that, she began cursing words that even a sailor wouldn't use, and I idly wondered why Tanya hadn't dropped dead yet.
"I'm so sick of this!" Alice whisper-yelled. "Last year for Halloween, she complained. When I dressed her for the Christmas ball, she complained. She complained about the carnival costumes, too. Every single time I dress her, she complains. I try to change it so she's satisfied, but she still hates it!
Yet every time, she ends up wearing it anyway, and when people compliment her outfit, she smiles and takes credit for it. For my work! I've told Edward multiple times that he shouldn't bring that bitch to me ever again for costumes, but he still does. What have I done to deserve a punishment this bad?"
She looked up at the ceiling, as if she were talking to God, then began pacing up and down in her rather large bathroom.
"Why do you even bother dressing her, anyway? The dress is far too beautiful her her," I asked.
"Yeah, I know. But she's Edward's date, and I don't want my brother to have to go with someone dressed like trailer trash. I couldn't stand to see that," Alice sniffled.
"She doesn't deserve it," Bella murmured. The emotions coming through the bond spiked up. Bella was jealous. I refrained from cooing at her, and telling her how cute she was as I slipped into her mind real quick.
What I saw there made an evil smile crawl onto my lips.
Rose saw the smirk and excitedly asked, "What?"
"Bella had a genius idea," I said.
"I didn't have any ideas," Bella protested in confusion.
I ignored her. "Alice, you need to overcome that. It's not your fault that your brother dates that tramp instead of Bella," I told her soothingly, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
"What are you talking about?" Alice asked with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You shouldn't be trying to make an ugly skank like her look beautiful. It's her own fault she looks like trash, and it's Edward's fault that he chose someone like her instead of our beautiful, sweet Bella."
"Chris," Bella warned, her jaw tense.
I continued to ignore her. If she wasn't willing to take matters into her own hands, then I would. As much as I liked Dean, he really wasn't the right one for Bella. Well, in my opinion, Bella should be with Channing Tatum, but Edward will have to do.
Eyebrows raised, Rose asked, "Did something happen that we don't know about?"
Bella yelled, "No!" at the same time I answered, "Yes."
"For some reason, I believe Chris, which is really weird," Rosalie said as she looked at Bella with an amused grin playing on her lips.
"Why would you believe Chris? Chris lies a lot. She could be making that up. I, on the other hand, can't lie, so you should believe me, not Chris," Bella was talking quickly, blurring her words, and her cheeks began tinging pink. A dead giveaway that she was lying. Both Rose and Alice knew that, and turned to look at Bella with wary, disbeliving expressions. "What?" she asked self consciously.
"I'm telling the truth. Why would I ever..." she trailed off as she saw the expressions on their faces which clearly told her that they weren't buying what she was trying to sell. Bella gave up quickly with a sigh.
Seeing her defeat, the two of them turned to me with matching excited grins. Oh, these two were such suckers for gossip. I looked at them with an arrogant smile on my face and I heard Bella release another sigh in the background as I announced, "Bella kissed Edward!" Alice and Rose sucked in deep breaths simultaneously while Bella turned away from their shocked and curious eyes.
"No way," Alice whispered.
"Shut up!" Rose exclaimed in disbelief. I smiled at them, waggling my eyebrows. "Oh my God," she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
Somehow this was just so cliché.
"That can't be true," Alice protested before mumbling, "How did I not see that?"
"Alice, you may be a psychic in training, but that doesn't make you in the clear to not make mistakes," Rose replied.
Alice's eyes widened. "When did they kiss?"
"Remember our football game last week?" I asked.
"What? It's been more than a week?" Alice screeched.
"Why did we not know about this?" Rose glared at me.
"Hey! It's not my fault. Bella kept it from me, too. I only found out yesterday when I saw it in her mind. At least now we know why they've been acting so strange," I defended myself.
"Ah, so that's what was going on yesterday," Rose said. I nodded.
"What exactly happened?" Alice asked through narrowed eyes. I thought she'd already guessed it, and judging by her expression, she probably did but just wanted to hear it for clarification.
"He rejected her," I stated angrily.
"That bastard! He's ruining every vision of the future I have!" Alice shouted.
"Is he out of his mind? He chose that-" Rose pointed in the direction of Tanya on the other side of the door, "-over Bella? He's down right insane."
"Oh, I didn't even tell you the best part yet," I said sarcastically. "He told her he loves her. As a sister."
"I'm going to kill that son of a...wait, no, Esme's wonderful," Rose said, her voice going from pissed off to sort of regretful for almost calling Esme a bitch.
"Yeah. Anyway, I don't think you should put so much effort into Tanya's dress. Edward deserves whatever he gets, and there's no chance in hell that Tanya will ever look beautiful. Especially when Bella is there to compare to, looking like her usual gorgeous self. Hopefully Edward will kick his own ass when he realizes what an idiot he is," I said.
"What? No, no, no, we'll make her a new costume. We'll stay up all night and work on it, and then tomorrow, when Edward sees Bella, he'll realize what he's missing," Alice plotted with a cruel smirk. It wouldn't have surprised me if she began cackling evilly and rubbing her hands together. I nearly laughed as the image conjured itself in my mind, but refrained.
"No, you can't take this out on Tanya. That's just mean, you guys. Besides, I'm going with Dean and I'm not even interested in getting Edward's attention," Bella interfered, finally speaking up after having been quiet for a while.
Rose shook her her. "Tanya is a bitch. She deserves it."
"And don't even bother pretending you don't care for Edward," Alice added.
"And I know you don't care for Dean as much as you do for Edward," I finished.
"But-" Bella started but was cut off by Alice.
"Hush. I don't want to hear it. I promise we won't make her look completely awful - she does a good job of that on her own anyway - we'll just make sure she looks worse than you, though that won't be hard considering you're gorgeous and she's hideous," Alice said.
"Now you need your beauty sleep, so go to bed," Rose slapped Bella on the ass.
"So do you," Bella remarked, rubbing the spot where Rose just slapped her.
"No we don't, hun, because we have boyfriends. They have to take what they can get or they don't get any," Rose put an arm around her and began leading her out of the bathroom. Alice and I followed behind them. "You just need to go to your room and relax now. Maybe you could even look for those pictures you promised Mr. Decour - I'm looking forward to that lesson. Now, go.
We'll take care of everything." Rose stopped at the door and pushed her out of the room. "Goodnight, Bella. Love you." She shut the door quickly and turned to face Tanya. "Let's work on your costume," she said sweetly.
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"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, life is plastic, it's fantas-" I blinked.
"God, Alice, can't you set your damn alarm to a normal song?" I heard Rose mumble. I opened my eyes and discovered that I was laying on the floor. No wonder my back hurt like hell. I sat up slowly and looked at Rose, who was sitting on the floor with her head on the little table next to the couch, which apparently Alice was still sleeping on.
Her pink iPhone was continuously blaring out that awful noise, which would no doubt be my theme song tonight.
"Morning," I muttered with a yawn. Rose nodded, still half asleep.
"Come on Barbie, let's go party, uh uh uh, ye-"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Rose was suddenly wide awake. She grabbed the phone and threw it at Alice, effectively waking her up.
"Are you crazy? Don't throw that, it's precious!" Alice scolded.
"I don't fucking care, Alice. If I ever have to listen to that stupid song again, I will throw your phone at a wall, or even better, out the window," Rose replied angrily.
"You wouldn't dare..." I tuned the rest of Alice's threat out and slumped back down on the floor.
Rose and Alice argued for at least 5 minutes before they seemed to be awake enough to realize how absolutely stupid the whole argument was.
"What time is it?" I asked when it was quiet.
"Six thirty AM," Alice answered. I groaned. Not only did I have to get ready for school, I also got only two hours of sleep.
But it was well worth it. I looked toward Alice's mannequin, which was standing next to the couch and had on the dress what we somehow managed to create. It wasn't as ugly as I wished it had been, actually it wasn't ugly at all, but it wasn't beautiful either.
I'm beginning to think it's impossible for Alice to actually make something remotely ugly. It was, however, a perfect Halloween costume, but I was sure Tanya wouldn't think of it that way. "I'm impressed with our work, ladies!" Alice said as she hopped up and walked over to her ridiculously large closet. She pulled her school uniform out and marched to her bathroom.
"You guys should get ready quick," she advised before the door closed behind her.
I reluctantly pulled myself up and off the floor. I was on my way to my room, but I wasn't really awake yet, so I didn't see the person walking toward me. Apparently neither did he, because a few seconds later, I collided with him and fell straight on my butt.
"Ow! I think I broke my ass," I complained.
"Now that would be a shame," Dylan said as he got up.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why would that be a shame?" I asked curiously.
He looked down at me, "Well we wouldn't want your nice tight ass to be broken, right?" he asked with a serious expression. He offered his hand to help me get up.
"I bet you don't want that. If my ass was broken, it'd ruin all your fantasies about me," I retorted as I took his hand. He pulled me up in such a swift motion that I barely noticed before his face was mere inches from mine.
"Exactly," he breathed with a seductive smile. I inhaled his scent and my eyes were directed to his luscious kissable lips. For some unknown reason, I felt the strongest urge to press my lips to his, bite his bottom lip, and then suck on it to ease the weird stinging my lips now possessed. The annoying tingle increased each moment I stared at his lips.
But I didn't do that. Mostly because Dylan abruptly pulled away and patted me on the head, said, "See ya tonight, kiddo," and took off. I glared at his retreating form - though not without noticing that he had quite a nice ass himself - and thought of various ways I could make him suffer.
My thoughts were cut short when I realized that I had been standing in the hallway like an idiot for minutes and still needed to get ready for school.
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"I can't wait to see you dressed as Barbie tonight," Damon whispered in my ear as we sat outside for lunch, having a picnic. He'd pulled me close so I was sitting between his legs with my back leaning against his chest. His arms were hugging my torso tight and his chin was rested on my shoulder. For some reason, I wasn't exactly comfortable with it.
I mean, he's my boyfriend, it shouldn't bother me, but it did. I internally sighed before glancing around at the others.
Bella was having a quiet discussion with Dean and Dario, seeming to be explaining something to them. Alice was straddling Jasper's lap with her tiny arms on his shoulders as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes as if no one else even existed but the two of them. Tanya, unfortunately, had made an appearance.
She came to ask about her dress, to which we answered by telling her that it would be a surprise. We hoped she'd leave, but figured now that she was over here, she wouldn't. And we were right. She insisted on staying to massage Edward's shoulders, murmuring to him how muscular he was and all that little girl crap. Seriously, it just made the picnic that much more awkward.
Even Edward looked uncomfortable and in no way did he look like he was enjoying himself. In fact, I saw his eyes flick to Bella many times, but judging by his thoughtful expression, it seemed like he hadn't even noticed he was doing it. Rose and Emmett were the worst of all. It's sad to say that they topped Tanya, but watching them makeout was never on my To-Do List.
Well, I guess I should make one and check it off anyway since it's now completed. Ew.
My eyes wandered over to Dylan and Kate. The two of them were actually rather cute. She was trying to teach him something in sign language, but he kept messing up. Dylan caught my eye and sent me a wink. I scowled at him in return and leaned closer to Damon, trying to ignore the discomfort it made me feel.
The rest of the school day was very uneventful. In Specialized Magic class, we discussed the physical changes that have occurred with Bella and I, much to my amusement. For once I could sit there and do nothing since the whole thing was about me. I think Laurent was starting to get rather frustrated with me, which really didn't bother me whatsoever.
He actually looked kind of sexy when he kept sending me glowers and scowls.
Ugh, I cannot believe I thought that about a teacher.
After school, Alice dragged all of us back to her room and soon enough, we were all assembled there. "Okay, people, I have planned this evening down to a tee, and if anything goes wrong, I will behead the person responsible for the disruption," Alice said in a strict, slightly threatening voice as she paced in front of us.
After school, Alice dragged all of us back to her room and soon enough, we were all assembled there. "Okay people, I have this evening planned down to a tee, and if anything goes wrong, I will behead the person responsible for the disruption," Alice said in a strict, slightly threatening voice as she paced in front of us.
"You guys will go to your rooms and put your costumes on. You have exactly-" she looked at her phone, "-2 hours, 17 minutes, and 53 seconds as of now." Emmett chuckled and Alice rushed over to him, getting as close to his face as her tiny stature allowed against his huge form. "Is there something amusing to you, Emmett?" she asked in a dangerous tone.
"N-no," Emmett stuttered immediately, clearly intimidated by the small girl. I've said it a million times before, but clearly it's necessary for me to say it again: Alice is an evil pixie.
"Good. You girls will camp out in my bathroom. We need to do hair and makeup. Everything will go by my rules tonight. If not, be sure to lock your doors at night," she warned. Her voice was so low and threatening that I nearly saluted. "Does everyone understand?" she almost shouted. When all of us nodded quickly, she continued,
"Okay. The girls stay here. Chris, Kate go into the bathroom, you two are up first. Boys, I expect you to come and check in in 2 hours. You will not see your date until the party, so don't come bursting in here. Any question? No? Good. Now go."
I've never seen the boys run so fast. Alice must have seriously scared them. I reluctantly moved my legs to the bathroom and saw that Alice had the counters piled with makeup. There were two chairs in the room and I saw that Kate was sitting in one, so I went over and plopped myself in the other. Alice was still in her room, instructing the other three girls.
After a moment, she came into the room with Rosalie strutting beside her, leaving my poor sister in the other room with Tanya of all people.
Throughout the next hour, I was poked, prodded, painted, brushed, braided, and only God knows what else. Alice discovered that I had long fingernails and gave me a French manicure. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but instead of the usual white, she put a glitter pink on instead with a pink flower.
When she was finally done, she beamed at me, "I am such a genius! Go look at yourself in the mirror." I sighed deeply as I pried myself from the chair and looked down as I made my way to the mirror. When I got there, I took a deep breath and looked up. My first reaction was to scream, which I did. After a few minutes, though, I realized I actually looked really good.
I didn't really have a problem with dressing up at all, but I found the loads of pink poured on me to be highly disturbing.
"You look nice," Kate managed to tell me, even though Rose was busy painting her lips in some kind of gold glitter lipstick.
"Now get out of here, I need Bella," Alice said as she literally shoved me out of the bathroom. "Put on your dress and then pull on one of my robes. I don't want any of the guys seeing the complete look." I simply complied with no arguments and no questions as I motioned for Bella to move.
She looked very bored, not that I could blame her, since Tanya was telling her a story about how she got her favorite pair of shoes. Bella actually looked relieved to be able to go to Alice's torture session.
Now I had to endure Tanya's 101 boring stories starring herself and occasionally Kate and Irina. I was almost asleep when I heard a knock at the door.
Alice dashed out of the bathroom. "Who is it?" she asked through the door.
"Jasper," came a muffled reply. Alice opened the door.
"I thought our dates aren't supposed to see us?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I'm not wearing any makeup yet, so it doesn't matter, duh," Alice hissed, then turned to face Jasper. "Oh, you look wonderful! Hm. There's one thing missing." She walked over to her dresser while I inspected Jasper.
He was wearing the Hogwarts uniform with a long Hogwarts cloak overtop. It didn't look bad on him. Actually, he looked like he really belonged to Hogwarts rather than FASGS. He had on plain black shoes and a pair of those round Harry Potter eye glasses. Even though I already knew that's exactly who he was supposed to be, I could tell just by looking at him.
Alice came back and grinned happily before she ordered Jasper to sit on the couch. After he sat down, she put something on his head and fidgeted with it for a moment before she stepped back and eyed her work with a smile. I burst out laughing. She'd put a black wig on him.
I guess my laughter made Rose, Bella, and Kate all curious because suddenly I saw three heads poking out of the bathroom. They looked at him, only to start laughing too. Black hair look really ridiculous on Jasper. He simply rolled his eyes, ignoring us.
"Okay, Jazzy. You and the other boys will wait in front of the festival house. We'll meet you there," Alice said, pushing him out of the door.
"What? Since when are we not going together? Isn't it like a general rule that the guy picks up the girl?" Jasper protested, though he made no move to fight against Alice's tiny arms.
"Yes, but not tonight," Alice replied and closed the door in Jasper's face before he had a chance to say anything more. She moved back into the bathroom, glaring at, and shushing, the three giggling girls. Until now, I hadn't even noticed that Rose was already wearing her black wig to go with her costume, so it seemed that Kate was done and Rosalie had taken her place.
"When is it gonna be my turn?" Tanya whined.
Alice's head popped out of the bathroom. "You'll be last, sweetie. The best things are always last," she gave a smile so sickly sweet that I swear I felt a toothache coming on. Tanya grinned stupidly and suprisingly shut up for now.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door.
"Who's there?" I shouted.
"Damon and Dean," I heard Dean's voice. Before I even saw it coming, Alice was out of the bathroom and pushing me in it.
"What the-" I started.
"Just stay in there until I allow you to come out," Alice hissed. I sighed and stayed in the bathroom, and turned to look at the three girls. All of them seemed to be done.
Rose looked surprisingly good with black hair and blood red lips, and Kate's hair was just phenomenal. Bella looked sweet and innocent with her beautiful hairstyle, but once the dress was on, that would change.
A/N: Like? Love? Hate? You already know what I want :D SO in the next chapter we will get to the party and I think I'm going to do that in Bella's Pov or maybe someone elses ... who knows? Umm... ah yes, next time I will also put the links on my profile so you can be amazed by ALice's work aka the costumes. Other than that I don't have any more to say, so I'll jsut say bye bye and peace