Pictures of the dresses described below will be posted on my profile.
My husband bought me the New Moon book and Twilight Saga: Illustrated Guide.
I was a little disappointed that only Jacob has a picture though :/
Someday guys, I'll rewrite the first few chapters, once I get ahold of a Twilight Book. Most of it I wrote while watching the movie.
Actually, this whole story I thought up while watching the movies. I just thought some of Bella's faces as portrayed by Kristen were kind of funny. And the whole sitting in her room while looking out the window thing during New Moon.
My dad didn't sleep that night. By morning he'd gone downstairs and was sitting on the dining table with his head down. Renee had called several times. In her final call to my dad, she said Bella was in the hospital, something about falling down stairs, and had made a request for us to come. Edward booked the flight for us, to make up for the whole thing he said. My dad was so happy that Bella wanted to see him, he didn't care and even let Paul come along.
Dad was overjoyed when Bella came home with us. He took a couple days off work, attempted cooking, and tried to clean the whole house. This meant a lot of work for me, because he wouldn't let Bella get out of bed, and I had to follow him around fixing everything. He forgot a lot of ingredients while cooking, forgot to tender up the meat, would have left it all to burn if I hadn't been watching, and walked all over the floor right after mopping.
It's the thought that counts though.
At the same time, Edward and I have been starting to plan diabolical things together. Alone we were good, together we were an unbeatable force. Edward thought things out to the very detail, and I was ballsy enough to go through with things. We both shared a wild imagination.
With all these things going on, I wasn't paying much attention to Paul. He continued coming over daily though. He would sit and watch baseball with my dad and Bella, while Edward and I took care of everything. Dad is protective of Bella and I but seemed to realize that we'd be with these guys whether he liked it or not. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, was probably what he was thinking. He spent time bonding over manly things with the two guys, like sports, cars, action movies, and whatnot. When I told Paul to take it easy on the food, he said we had too many left overs anyways and I should 'let Paul have at it'.
We have a microwave but don't use it. Dad, Bella, and I worry about the radiation and its effects on the body. We also can't stand the way food comes out scorching hot and burns you're tongue, with parts of food that are still cold, when microwaved. Most leftovers went bad at our house. But with Paul, we no longer had left overs and our dozens of tupperware containers collected dust in our pantry.
Paul and Edward 'went home' at 8pm every night when my dad would kick them out. He would not tolerate co-ed sleepovers in his house. They drove away, parked in the nearby woods and came back through the window every time. Sometimes, Edward and I's planning went on into the late hours of the night. Paul was never interested and always fell asleep on my bed. On nights when I was too tired from school and doing chores at home, I hit the hay as soon as I entered the room. Paul was always there but it was hard to bond when I was dead asleep. This caused us to argue often.
On a happier note, Edward and I's plan was to make Bella go to the prom. We figured a surprise attack was the best way to go. Although we're freshman, I used my connections through that Asian guy to get us in. I'd like to add that he loved the fortune cookies and origami kit I'd given him. I watched him open them from afar. He even offered to let Cam and Nikki in, but they already had dates from the upper years.
Bella had refused to go when Edward had first asked her, as expected. However, we were able to get her into a car wearing a hyacinth blue dress without her realizing what was going on. I could've sworn we'd need the pink leopard print fluffy handcuffs I'd bought. I brought duct tape too, that Edward didn't know about. We'd even gotten her to put a stiletto on, just one because Carlisle might've killed us if we attempted to remove the cast and make her wear the other one. Honestly, I was a little upset about the whole stiletto thing. I mean, what was Alice thinking, putting Bella in heels. She could barely walk safely in socks. Something we have in common. Well, I handle socks a little better but when it came to heels, we were just about the same level. I was close to leveling up though, with all the practice I'd been doing.
FLASHBACK
"Gabz?" Bella rubbed her eyes as if she thought she were seeing things and then proceeded to raise an eyebrow at me, "Why are you mopping in stilettos?"
Back to Bella's dress, it was softly frilly, apparently meant to be worn very low and off the shoulders, with long, draping sleeves that gathered at the wrists. The sheer bodice was girdled by another, paled-flowered, hyacinth fabric, that pleated together to form a thin ruffle down the left side. The flowered material was long in the back, but open in the front over several fitted layers of soft hyacinth ruffles, lightening in shade as they reached the tea-length bottom hem.(From Twilight Outtake, Extended Prom Remix).
Mine was a bit more daring. It was a white tube-top with a triangular sweetheart neckline dress. It's bodice was fitted and made of thick white fabric strings in groups of about five or six crossing over one another in different diagonal directions. There were silver beads in two inch diagonal lines, two on the top left and right and two near the smallest part of the waistline. There was a pentagon-shaped opening in the middle, and thick strings of white fabric with silver beads on the end in the center, somewhat covering the exposed skin. Beginning from the hip level, there were layers of a sheer see-though glittery fabric on top of a thin solid white one that covered the legs. A slit on the right side up to the top of the thigh let the wearer's right leg be seen. The matching heels were ivory and had thin horizontal straps starting from mid-calf all the way to the close toed tip.
[I'll post a picture or link to the dress I attempted describing here which is from Versace's 2012 fall collection.]
Alice had done Bella's makeup while Rosalie took care of her hair and mine. I did my own make-up, something I'd managed to pick up in dance class. I emphasized my eyes with black eyeliner, mascara, and gold, bronze, and brown eye shadow. I put some rosy blush and deep red lipstick to complete my look.
Bella was angry when she realized where we were taking her. She protested that she'd break another leg but we eventually convinced her, mentioning that Rosalie, Alice, and I would all be attending. We met Paul at the school. He hadn't come so we could convince Bella that it was just an extremely formal fancy dinner for us girls we'd gotten all dressed up for. We guilt-tripped Bella into having a good time at the prom when she'd sat in the corner pouting the first five minutes.
My night was my favorite so far. That is until the very end. But in the beginning, I was able to keep all paranoid thoughts shut out for just one night. I'd seen Paul for the first time in a tux. It was a simple black one with a white shirt inside and dark silver tie but the look really worked on him. I you had told me before he'd imprinted, that Paul Lahote look good in a tux, I'd shower you in saliva from laughing so hard.
The best part was the look on his face when he'd first seen me. He'd mumbled that I looked beautiful but was never to wear anything like it again where anyone else could see, right in my ear so no one else would hear.
"You'll never see me in a tux again, I swear." Paul seemed a bit uncomfortable with everything. I think he forced himself to come just to make me happy and boy, did it work. I was possibly the happiest girl in the world at that moment. We had some of the drinks the seniors had somehow gotten in and danced. Paul was a good dancer, his body moved smoothly with the music. Who'd of guessed. I asked him where he learned but he refused to answer. I didn't ask more than once, no matter how much I was dying to know, because he got quiet and looked sad the first time I asked. It was only for a second and then he started twirling me around but it was enough to stop me from asking again. I hated seeing him sad.
Jacob came to see Bella and tell her to break up with Edward. Apparently he was paid $20 and auto parts by Billy. I'd forgotten about him for a while so I couldn't be angry when he didn't pay much attention to me at first. I asked him to dance after he was done talking to Bella and he warmed up to me.
"I knew you couldn't just give me the cold shoulder and leave." I said triumphantly before he twirled me around.
"Yeah, your face is just too pitiful to stay mad at pipsqueak." Again with the name-calling. "How's things with your anger-management problem boyfriend?" We both glanced at Paul, who waved at Jacob. He was sitting at a table with his long legs stretched out.
"Judging by the fact that he doesn't seem to mind us dancing, I'd say things are going good." The old Paul would've been very angry at me being so close to another guy, even Jacob. He loved me enough to control his anger and jealousy issues, apparently.
That is, until Chris asked me to dance. He'd come with Nikki, much to my surprise. It stung a little, not because I had strong feelings for Chris, but because Nikki would do something like that without even asking how I felt. I would've said it was fine but like I said, it's the thought that counts. Paul was dancing with Cameron, who was wearing her serious face she had when she was threatening someone. She'd find a way to warn him no matter what I did, so I figured a fun night like this would be the best time.
"Nikki and I are just friends. But I'm not going to try and steal you from your boyfriend. Just give me one last dance like we used to so I can have one last good memory this year." Chris's face was more pitiful than mine. I'm a softie too so I gave in. I made sure to keep my distance while we danced but Chris went against his word at the last minute. I thought he was just leading me into a backbend. I love backbends. I closed my eyes and let my head hang back and my back stretch. Next thing I knew I felt lips on mine. I knew immediately it wasn't Paul just by the way it felt. They weren't as warm and it just felt wrong. Before I could react, Paul was there throwing Chris to the ground.
"We need to talk." He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me. We went in to a girl's bathroom on the other side of the school.
Was he going to kill me now?
He surprised me by kissing me roughly as soon as he shut the door, locking it behind him. Next he began to lick all over my lips. I'd thought he didn't like my lipstick or something. When he stopped, I didn't have any lipstick left. Next, he spit into the sink. It was a lot and I would've been disgusted if it was anyone else but Paul.
"Now that I got some of his stink off you, what the fuck were you doing?" he was shaking and by the strained look on his face, he was putting a lot of effort into calming down and not changing into a wolf.
"I-I," I'm not a girl who stutters but I was still processing what had happened," He said it was just a dance. The last one, for remembrance. It didn't mean anything to me. I was honestly hoping that him and Nikki were together. I'm not attracted to him at all and you know that."
"I don't know if I do." He breathed out in annoyance.
"Baby, I love you. Just you." His face softened a bit at the words, it was the first time I'd said I loved him out loud, "He kissed me out of nowhere. I would've slapped him if you hadn't gotten there so fast."
"Imma kill him." That would draw unwanted attention to the Pack, for sure. It'd also be doing the opposite of what shape-shifter are meant to do which is protect the people.
"Baby, just let it go. The whole pack could get exposed if you did that. You might phase just by seeing him. Or if you got arrested." I took his hand. He let me but he wouldn't look at me, "Let's just go home. I'm tired anyway. Jake could give us a ride to your place and we could get your car."
"You wait here, Jake and I will go." I didn't understand why. He never took me over to their house. I wonder if he'd brought Rachel over. Why not me? Was I not as important to him as he said? Even so, I nodded and didn't fight as he led me to the gym door. "I'll call Edward and Bella so you have someone with you." He went inside and shut the door behind him. He probably didn't want me to see Chris again.
He came out with Edward, Bella and Jacob. Jake said goodbye before running after Paul who'd walked past me as if I were invisible.
"Chris only came with Nikki to get you jealous. Nikki knows though and agrees you should be with him instead of Paul." Edward said after the sound of Jacob's big bike was long gone. He understood not to mention it in front of Paul. "Paul was imagining how he'd kill him, since you two left the gym. He had trouble controlling his temper." He laughed lightly. I forced a smile back even though Edward could probably tell I was uncomfortable with everything that had just happened. At least Paul hadn't been angry with me. I shuddered, thinking of Emily's scar.
That night, I did something I never thought I'd do. Paul and I had drank more alcohol in my room and we were pretty drunk so I think that's why. At least I was drunk. He didn't seem like it, now that I think about it. Maybe it's a wolf thing. I asked him to make love to me that night. We'd been making out and he'd even ripped my dress off. Said it smelled like Chris. I was a little sad, it'd been a gift from the Cullens and I'd planned to use it again as a wedding dress. Then again, Paul said he'd never wear a tux again. So maybe he didn't want to get married. That or he wanted to do something untraditional like a beach wedding in bathing suits.
If that was the case, I was all for it.
After ripping my dress, his eyes widened and he pushed me off him, probably harder than he meant to cause he pushed me right off the bed. He picked me up and put me back on the bed before quickly leaving via my window.
It might've been the Chris thing, so I let him go, falling asleep shortly after.
I woke up with a massive head ache the next day.
