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DISCLAIMER: I'm not and probably never will be Stephenie Meyer, head of Summit Entertainment, or anyone else who owns rights to the Twilight series. I don't own Madagascar or any other reference I make in this story. The idea for this story came from a movie, On the Line, which was a true story. So don't sue me.
Chapter 11- Determination
BPOV
I could not believe it. Alice lied to me. Well, I could believe that. But, she lied to me about something this big- the Marsh Costume Ball. I was not coming out of this stall. They could call the firefighters, they could call Rose with her fake rifle, they could even summon the President of USA for all I cared, and they would not get me out.
Alice might as well have read my mind, for she rapped on the door and said, "Hey, Bella, are you almost done in there? I'm going to get you out of there however long you take, you know."
I stared at the skimpy piece of fabric Alice (and dozens of other Alice wannabees) called a dress. I sighed. No matter how much you tried, no one could escape Alice's wrath.
I carefully put it on; waiting for it to rip, but it surprisingly fit me perfectly.
I sighed again, readying myself for the horrific night to come.
I had no idea.
APOV
I was already dressed; hair done and everything, by the time Bella stomped out of her stall.
"You look lovely," I told her, trying to hide a smile.
Rose, who walked in at that moment to check on us, wasn't as lucky. She burst into muffled giggles-she slapped her hand over her mouth almost immediately.
"See? I told you it looks horrible."
Bella was practically in the stall by the time I grabbed one of her straps.
"Isabella Marie Swan, you will wear this dress. Rose was just laughing because of the look on your face. Right?" The menacing look on my face shut her up right away.
"Of course," she mumbled, hurrying out the door.
Bella sighed, walking over to the mirror. "Alright, Alice, work your magic and make me look at least decent."
I chuckled. "Just wait, my poor deprived Bella."
RPOV
As I walked out the bathroom door, I spotted my Emmett, my big teddy bear. Literally. I hurried over to him, giggling quietly.
I stroked his hairy suit. He was holding a plastic bear mask in one hand, his face extremely sweaty. He wiped his brow.
"Hey baby, love your costume." He grinned broadly, stroking the side of my face lovingly.
"Where's your brother?" I asked, looking around curiously for-what was his name again? - Jasper.
He gestured to the men's bathroom. "Helping out our other brother, Edward."
"I didn't know you had two broth-" I gasped as an extremely hot (but not as much as my Em) man came out. I noticed something slightly familiar about him, gasped, threw my rifle at Emmett, muttered an apology, and ran helter-skelter into the bathroom, screaming frantically for Alice.
APOV
"Look, Bella, I'm getting you out there no matter what, so don't try anything funny-"
I was interrupted (quite rudely) by Rosalie, who ran, screeching my name, into the bathroom.
"MARY ALICE BRANDON! GET YOUR FAT BUTT OUT HERE!!"
She pulled me out the door.
"Why the sudden insults?" I asked her calmly. I was used to Rosalie's sudden screams. "How much sugar did you put in your cornflakes this morning?"
She grabbed me by the front of my dress and brought me to her face. "First of all, I had Pop-Tarts for breakfast this morning."
"Well, that explains it," I muttered. "Were they the hot fudge sundae ones?"
"YES!! They're the best!! But anyway, BELLA"S MYSTERY MAN IS
OUT THERE!! AND HE'S TOTALLY HOT!!"
That was it. I started
screeching- louder than Rose at age five, when she got only ten
presents for Christmas, instead of the usual twelve- and boy, you
should have heard that little spoiled girl go at that scream!
EDPOV (from a hint from one of my reviewers, Twilight fan)
As soon as I saw the costume Jazz had planned for me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I flatly refused to wear it, but it didn't take long to convince me. Let's face it; I was completely and utterly miserable.
As soon as I came out, I saw Em with a tall blonde woman dressed as a hunter. She saw me, gasped in the middle of her sentence, thrust the black plastic thing supposed to be a rifle at my adoptive brother, and fled into the women's bathroom.
And that wouldn't be the weirdest thing I'd seen yet.
A/N: I just had to put this up. This is going to be a three-part thing, mostly thrown in for fun, but I just love writing these things. I know, my chapters are getting shorter and shorter, but I can't help it. I love you guys so much I can't torture you. Smiles!
