Hello my lovelies! I'm back! Like I said before, the updates may (but I will really try to avoid this) come few and far between but since my birthday was a few days ago (yay!) I wrote this chapter for all of you! Consider it my present for all of you :)I was supposed to post it yesterday, but, alas, the document manager wouldn't cooperate. . . so sad.
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Through Your Window
By writingunderatree
Chapter 19
Let the Good Times Roll
Thank you, Zipper Incident!
Previously . . .
"Um, girls, can you help me out here?" Vicky yelled from the dressing room. "The zipper's stuck with the dress halfway through my head!"
We laughed quietly, making sure Vicky didn't hear us—it would just mortify her more. "You're all laughing right now, aren't you?" she asked dryly.
"Oh, no we're not!" Alice said, her voice rising in pitch. "We'll get you out of there in a jiffy!" We all stood up and headed for the dressing room.
"Good morning, friends!" Emmett boomed jovially as he barged through Edward's door, causing the walls to shake, that next weekend.
"Hello there, Emmett," we greeted him in chorus, sounding much like a psychiatric help group greeting a newbie than a group of friends.
"Hey . . . guys!" Rosalie panted as she caught up with Emmett behind the door.
"You look like you ran a marathon, sis," Jasper commented, eyeing Rosalie's panting form, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
"Ha-ha," she laughed sarcastically with a roll of her eyes before straightening herself up and fixing her slightly windblown hair. "I was just trying to catch up with Big Bear here since he seems so damn eager to get here today because he wants to tell you all about something," she told us.
"Well, what's up?" Vicky asked from her spot on the couch where she was laying down comfortably before she swung herself up to a sitting position. Her newly straightened hair from the "zipper incident," as we liked to call it, swished behind her, the faint sunlight from the window casting on it and making it look like it was on fire. From the corner of my eye, I saw James cast a quick, wide-eyed glance at her, obviously seeing it for the first time before I looked at Alice who caught my eye and smirked—she saw it too.
I swear; I could practically feel Alice screaming: "thank you, zipper incident" in her head.
The zipper incident was actually quite . . . entertaining, except for the part where Vicky freaked out constantly about her "precious hair." You'd think that at the rate that she loved it, she'd actually care to comb it for once.
Flashback! A few days ago . . .
"Ok, Vicky, just . . . a few . . . more . . . tugs!" Rosalie heaved as we both struggled to pull Vicky out of the damned dress that was currently clinging onto her hair for dear life that it was getting more than pathetic—for a non-living thing, that is. I looked around for Alice and noticed for the first time that she was nowhere to be found, which was an easy task, considering that we were in a small dressing room and all.
"Shit!" Vicky cursed loudly as Rose pulled a little too hard.
"Sorry," she mumbled in apology as she tried to pull the zipper down again. Just then, Alice came back into the dressing room, a determined look on her face.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she said ominously as she lifted a pair of scissors from behind her back, opening and closing it to make a couple of snipping sounds for extra effect.
"Guys?" Vicky said, her voice muffled by the stifling fabric of the dress. "What are you doing out there? And why the hell do I hear the sound of SCISSORS?" she asked loudly, writhing and squirming in a desperate attempt to free herself from the restraining piece of fabric before Alice's scissors could. My hands shot out to still her movements. The last thing that we needed was for her to get hurt.
"Calm down, Vicky," Alice said soothingly. "Just let me get a couple of snips in there and you'll be free!"
"NO!" she protested loudly, shaking her head defiantly, making the hem of her dress to swing around and hit our faces.
"Ugh, Vicky, quit your whining and let Alice cut it or I swear on my brand new Gucci bag that I'LL DO IT MYSELF!" Rose threatened. Vicky stopped moving and stood still. We all did, awaiting her answer.
"Fine," she huffed reluctantly, her arms falling to her sides as a sign of defeat. "But ALICE will do it," she added firmly.
"Don't worry," Alice said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I promise to be careful."
A couple of snips and a few strands of hair later, Vicky was free from the dress and could breathe properly again.
"Thank God!" she announced in relief. "AIR, glorious air!"
"Thank you, Alice," she said, walking over to her to give her a hug. It wasn't that hard, since we were all crammed together in the small dressing room anyway.
"I'm surprised we haven't attracted a saleslady's attention yet," Rose mused.
"That's a good thing," Vicky told her, slipping on her jeans and shirt. "The less people to witness my embarrassment, the better," she said, walking out of the cramped dressing room.
"Vicky, have you ever considered getting your hair done?" Alice asked her.
She shook her head. "No way, I like my hair just fine," she answered in a tone that said 'close the topic.'
"But you would look SO MUCH better!" Alice gushed, unwilling to back down. "Plus . . .," she trailed off, looking sheepish all of a sudden before pointing to a spot on the side of her head. Vicky looked at her, a confused look on her face, before touching that spot on her own head. She turned around to the three way mirror behind her and screamed bloody murder.
"MY HAIR!" Her hands were on the now more . . . uneven side of her head.
"See what I mean?" Alice asked timidly. Vicky turned to her, a murderous look on her face.
"Fix it, Pixie!" she demanded, her hands on Alice's shoulders. "I thought you said you'd be careful!"
"Ok, ok, I'll fix it," Alice said. "And I was careful; I didn't know it would end up that way!"
"Trust me, Vic, if I did it, it would look so much worse," Rosalie threw in.
"You better fix it," she mumbled before grabbing a scarf from one of the shopping bags and cutting off the tag, tying it around the side of her head before slipping on a pair of huge shades.
"You look ridiculous," I said.
She shrugged. "Better this than an uneven hairdo," she retorted.
We found ourselves at the salon a few minutes later with Vicky on the seat while Alice talked to her stylist Pierre in hushed tones. Rose was flipping through an issue of Cosmo while I texted Edward.
E,
Bored out of my mind. Alice just asked for a death wish a few minutes ago.
~B
A few minutes later, my phone started to vibrate; I pulled it from my pocket and read the text.
B,
What did she do this time?
-E
I laughed at his brotherly tone before typing in a reply.
E,
You don't wanna know. Talk to you later, Vicky's getting her hair done—DON'T ASK.
Love you.
~B
I closed my phone just in time to see Vicky returning to the salon chair, her hair newly shampooed and conditioned with what I guessed was an excessive amount of hair care products.
We watched Pierre trim her hair, looking at the wet clumps that fell to the floor. Vicky was busy reading a magazine, completely ignorant to the amount of hair being chopped off. After the trim, a masseuse came in and started massaging her shoulders.
Wow, Alice really pulled all the stops this time.
We could see her eyes slowly drifting shut before she started snoring lightly. Pierre came back with some more hair care products before whispering to Alice: "let the hair straightening process begin!"
I stared at Alice wide-eyed and all she did was smile at me.
"You're asking for a very brutal death," Rose said in a monotone, beating me to it.
She shrugged calmly. "It would be so much better for her and her self-confidence. Don't worry about me, I can handle it," she said smugly.
Rose and I threw her concerned looks before turning to do other things, nervously waiting for the time when she woke up.
"And viola!" Pierre said happily, as Vicky opened her eyes to see her newly dried and newly straightened hair.
"Oh. My. God." she breathed, throwing her hands up to her hair.
"Do you . . . like it?" Alice asked nervously as Pierre mirrored her expression. We all stared at her, bracing ourselves for the screaming (and the throwing, and of course, the kicking).
But it never came.
In its place, was loud squealing; Vicky, our Vicky, squealed.
There must be something in that hair treatment that seeped into her brain.
"Alice, I LOVE it!" she said happily. We watched slack-jawed as she started running her fingers through her shiny hair, flipping it over her shoulder repeatedly.
"Wow," I finally managed to say. "I was expecting you to . . . scream, or something," I said honestly.
She shrugged. "So was I, but then . . . whoa," she said, wide-eyed at her reflection. Her hair fell down in beautiful layers up to the middle of her back. It was so . . . well . . . beautiful and just so Vicky.
"So you like it?" Alice asked, unsure.
She smiled widely. "Of course I do, thank you again, Alice, for opening my eyes to how I should look" she said, standing up and hugging her again.
"No problem!" Alice replied and hugged her fiercely.
That night, when we got back Alice smiled smugly at Rose and I. "Told ya," she said smugly.
"Alright, you were right and we were wrong, let it go," Rose whined.
"Ok!" she said happily before closing her window and driving off.
End of flashback.
"Well?" Rose asked Emmett, her hands on her hips. "What's your great news?"
Emmett looked at us eagerly. "Well, I talked to dad and he said that he'll have his lawyers look over Black's contract and make the necessary arrangements. He said it would take . . . oh, around 3 MONTHS!" he said happily, proud that he was able to buy us some time to plan. We really needed to chill.
"That's great, Em!" I said, running over to give him a big hug.
"I know," he said smugly. "And do you know what else?" he asked.
"What?" we all asked back.
"Dad said that we can use the family cabin in Georgia for a two week vacation!" he said eagerly. I remembered that! The cabin was awesome, it was just always my parents and Emmett and I. No help, no sevants, just us. I missed those moments. And I missed mom and dad . . .
A chorus of approvals came from the group.
"What a great idea," Edward said. "We need to relax."
"Amen!" Alice threw in from her spot on Jasper's lap.
They all looked at me. This was mostly my decision, after all.
I shrugged and smiled. "Why the hell not?" I said happily as they cheered. It's not like anything odd will happen while we're there or while we're gone. Right?
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