*~*Muchos gracias to Xo BellaItalia oX for pre-reading this chapter and tweaking those handful of mistakes. And I really want to thank every single one of you that reads, add to their alerts/faves, and reviews. You all rock my troll socks off.
*~*If I owned Twilight would I be writing fanfiction?
Two weeks passed by uneventfully. Well, not really. Alice was still hounding me for the full story on how Jasper and I resolved things. She was bitching and attempting to guilt trip me. I suggested to just wear a mic and make it easier on her. I was instantly scared when she smirked at me and thanked me for the idea. Since then, I have been on alert, bidding my time to see if she was actually going to slip some recorder into my hair.
Jasper and I were a little more complicated. We were friends, but in that 'will they, won't they' kind of mumbo jumbo. People at school have been asking me what was up with our new 'friendship.' My response either consisted of the one finger salute or the 'go fuck yourself sideways' speech. I personally liked doing both at the same time; it got the point across.
Today was Saturday and it was going to be full of girly bullshit. Yesterday, Alice coyly mentioned taking another shopping trip, but this time my mom signed herself up. Now let me clear something up, I love my mom, but she is way too pushy for my taste. I was pretty sure that I had a right to choose what I wanted to wear. This was America and I was pretty sure I had the right to express myself however I pleased.
I groaned when I felt my mattress dip repeatedly. The squeaking from the bed springs was giving me a headache. The giggling girl jumping on my bed was seriously asking for an early end to her life; not that I minded going to jail for murder. I'd probably get more sleep in prison than out here in the world full of demonic pixies.
"Bellaboo!" a high-pitched voice I was starting to hate, rang in my ears.
I huffed in frustration and put a pillow over my head. I could still hear the demon talking, but like hell I was going to get up. I didn't want to have girl bonding time. I wanted to bum it all day and wipe my Cheeto fingers on old sweats. Yeah, that was appealing.
The pillow was yanked away from my head, and the light blinded my eyes.
"Ah, it burns! I'm melting, I'm melting!" I whined as I threw myself off the bed and tried to slip under my bed for extra effects. Dramatic, but I didn't care.
Tink laughed at me while she flitted around my closet to pick something for me to wear. I hated when she did that. It made me feel like I was some oversized doll. Not a Barbie, because I didn't have the perfect body and perfect skin and hair and perfect smile and blah, blah, fucking blah. Yeah, I woke up on the wrong side of the country; not bed.
"Bella, you're mom's ready to go shopping. Oh, this is so great! She has a really good taste in fashion." Haha, she made me laugh. My mom had a membership for Hookers R Slores. I was kidding, she only shops at Stripperville Outlets.
"Alice," I groaned while kicking my feet up in the air and flopping on the ground like a fish. "I don't wanna go. Can't we stay in and watch Powder or Wizard of Gore? Hell, I'll even watch Sleeping Beauty if it gets me out of this shit." My mind melted at the thought of watching Disney. Real life didn't consist of singing animals and princes that woke you up from sleep spells. The evil witch concept was very debatable.
My own evil witch was shoving a floral dress in my hands. Her tiny hands went to her even tinier waist and she shook her head. Out of nowhere, her demeanor changed and a big smile lit up her face and she started to clap her baby hands. I eyed her warily and slowly sat up. She ran to my closet and threw me some jeans and a Bob Dylan shirt. I smiled at the faded tee, remembering the day I bought it, which was like three years ago.
I quickly stood and ran to the bathroom to change before she changed her mind. I absolutely loved this shirt and I was not going to risk the idea being revoked. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and managed to comb out all the knots in my hair as fast as I could. When I walked out the bathroom, I heard my mom's bubbly laughter in my room. I backpedaled in to the bathroom and took my time to rebrush the strands of hair I might have passed. I knew it was silly, but I really, really didn't want to go. I was tempted to call Jasper and ask him to pick me up. We could watch Powder or Donnie Darko. Or we could make out. God, I had to stop thinking about that.
The knock at the door and the gruff voice was a signal to come out of hiding. I jumped off the counter and unlocked the door. I stared up at my father, who had this super smug smile on his face.
"Have a good time, wonderful daughter of mine." That actually meant, "hope your mom has fun torturing you."
I had a mean father. My face probably looked all morphed up and crazy, because I pursed my lips and glared a him through slits.
"Yeah, I'll see if I could find a Yankees hat." What I was really saying was- nah, I meant what I said. Epic Daddy over here always went into a rage at the slightest mention of the Yankees. He knew they were a beast team, but he still cheered for the Mariners.
My dad scowled at me and I laughed. I reached up to kiss his cheek and ignored his comment about my shortness. It wasn't my fault my mom and dad's height averaged out to five foot four inches. Besides, I wasn't short, I was fun sized.
I walked back to my room and saw that my mom was actually dressed in a shirt that hid those melons of hers.
Alice beamed at me. "Just grab a sweater and some shoes, then we're on our way." Her peppiness was too much for this time of day. Her cheerleader attitude was too much for my desolate thoughts.
I nodded and picked a random sweater from my closet. Superman shield. I smiled wryly at the giant 'S' on my chest. I slipped on some red Chuck's, loving the way the shoes wrapped around my feet.
My mom screamed and I fell to the ground in shock. I glanced up at her in alarm.
"I forgot to make banana pancakes for my Belly-welly," she said in a baby voice while pinching my cheek. I glared at her and stood up. Alice was laughing at me, saying how funny my face looked. Yeah, well, your face is gonna look a hundred times funnier.
Once I grabbed my phone, we were on our merry way to Seattle. It was a good thing I brought my iPod, because music was crap nowadays. We were about halfway to Seattle when my epic Christian Bale ringtone rang out in the car. Even with my earphones I could hear his rant. I laughed and pulled out my phone.
what r u doin darlin?~ J
I filled him in with my plans for the day, which weren't all that interesting to a guy. Moments after I sent him the message, his reply came and it made me laugh.
no invite? that really hurts my feelings~ J
guess the invite got lost in the mail~ B
I fell asleep while waiting for his text and didn't wake up till we got to Seattle. I didn't bother sending a reply, it would make me seem dependent on him. No, I would look too desperate and clingy. Nobody liked clingy.
My mom held up a dress with holes in the side. Ugh, not again.
"Bella, try this!"
"No way, Jose!" I replied.
Alice skipped over to me and pulled me toward the back of the store. She stopped in front of a display of jumpers and blazers. There was this military green jumper that I liked, but Tink pointed out an ugly floral one.
"Oh, oh! I found something that is totes cute." I bit my lip and pointed to the jumper I wanted.
Alice glanced at it and gasped. "That is way cuter." Well, she was boring me to death.
I walked away from the back, but not before hearing some girl in a changing room say, 'My ass looks bigger than the sun.' That actually made me snort and roll my eyes.
"Please, my brain is now the size of Uranus." I laughed at my own joke. I was hilarious.
We left that store after purchasing a few things and now were in some other store.
I was walking around aimlessly, trying my best to avoid my mother and Alice at all costs. Now, they were using the double team strategy against me. It just wasn't fair. Fuck, my mom was right there. I tried to scurry away, but she already saw me. I groaned and waited for her to come closer.
"Oh, try this, Bella! It goes perfectly with your creamy complexion." my mom told me, a floral dress in her hands. I blushed at her words and walked back to the band shirts.
I gasped enthusiastically when I found a Blondie tee. Alice popped up from thin air and tapped my shoulder. I shrieked, clutched my heart, and tried to fix her with a glare. She giggled and showed me some electric blue pants. I nodded without thinking and looked back up at the wall of shirts. Hmm, go with Blondie or with Jimmy Eat World.
"Blondie's a chick band. I'd choose Jimmy Eat World," a familiar, deep voice rang out. I whipped around, glancing up at my muscle-y friend. Or was it ex-friend now? Who gave a shit? Emmett was in Seattle and I had to look out for Rose.
My eyes scanned the store, but didn't catch golden hair anywhere. I sighed in relief. My eyes went back up to the giant in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, not caring about my bitchy tone of voice.
Emmett flashed me a grin and shrugged one massive shoulder. He flashed his dimples and part of my iciness melted. He had me wrapped around his finger, that one. Of course, not as tightly as Jasper, but whatever.
"You and Rose fell out. She's so depressed lately and you're hanging out with Alice and my boy, Jasper, now."
One of my eyebrows rose and I motioned for him to get to the point. Everything he was saying was facts. Concrete facts and shit. If he wanted some answers he was gonna have to ask.
"Why aren't you talking to her? She's really hurt that you're talking to pixie over there." His chin jutted out and I turned around. Alice was flirting with one of the sales' clerk. I smirked at the dazed look he had. I turned back to Emmett, a mask now in place.
"She never cared to visit when I was sick. And who cares if I'm hanging out with Alice? She's actually a nice person." I replied fiercely.
Emmett snorted and glanced down at me. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes raked my face. He gave me a goofy smile, making me apprehensive. He was up to something.
"What do you want?" I spat.
He pouted pathetically and placed his large hands on my shoulder. The puppy eyes he pointed at me were just sad.
"Just talk to her. My case of blue balls is so serious, even Pastor Weber is gonna tell Rose it's a sin to withhold me from sex for so long!"
I snorted at this. Only Emmett would say chastity was a sin. He was always such a horny guy. I mean, he was glued to Rosalie's mouth twenty-four seven. Sadly for him, his lack of getting laid wasn't my problem. I was getting fucked by an amazing guy. My horn dog friends just had to suck it up.
"Oh yay! After we sip tea and catch up with her we could sit around the campfire and sing 'kum ba ya'. That's your stupidest idea to date, Emmett." I retorted scathingly.
His lip jutted out a little more and I smirked at him. I wasn't going to give in and he knew that, so why was he even trying. She didn't want to talk to me. Well, neither did I. She was a frigid bitch anyway.
Then out of nowhere his face lost all emotion. Emmett was now staring at me with despair. He smiled sadly at me before nodding his head. I was about to reply when Alice waltzed over and grabbed my hand, spouting some shit about a shirt she wanted me to try on. I didn't have it in me to tell her I didn't want another top.
Alice's eyes went to Emmett and she smirked as she said, "Come on, Bella. We can't waste time on a guy who knows nothing aside from getting in between his girlfriend's legs." I was shell-shocked, but what shocked me the most was the satisfaction I got from Emmett's hurt and furious expression. One point for Alice. Zero points for Emmett.
*~*Bella's ringtone is actually Christian Bale ranting on the set of Terminator. There is now a POLL up on my profile. Make sure to vote because if there's not enough votes, I probably won't do the Jasper POV outtakes. I already have a couple ideas, but I want to know if you want to get all up in his psyche, so VOTE! Teasers for those that review.
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