**Thank you SO much for reading. I hope you are enjoying it! I find this chapter slightly boring, but thats only because Jacob Black isn't in it. But don't skip it! This chapter is for savvyone (who decided to comment on a ton of chapters giving me 12 new emails!) And for annoontje, Always-Dream-Out-Loud, and Xxbrowneyesxx, who seem to comment after each chapter. And to rockbabyval, yes I am feeling better, thanks! :) Enjoy! And please leave a comment! Or email me at reneedessu yahoo . com!**

I ran up to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm your new messenger." He said, still smiling. "What do you mean?"

"You can't see Jake. So I'll pass messages back and forth!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

"Okay. Well what does Jake have to tell me?" I could feel my face turn red as I asked.

"He says he loves you and says for your own protection to stay away from him."

"Anything else?" I asked. "No."

"Thanks Seth, but I doubt this messenger thing is going to work out." He looked down at the ground. "No, it's a great idea, I just don't think it will work."

"Okay." Seth said turning away. "Tell him I love him too!" I shouted as he disappeared into the woods. Seth just wanted something to do. I sighed as I got in the car to go shopping with Alice. We drove about an hour to a mall. Alice said it was the only good mall around.

As we entered I started walking towards the JCPenny end. Alice grabbed my shoulders saying, "no, no, no. This way," as we walked into Nordstroms. We got to the junior section and Alice began pulling; what seemed like everything off the racks, saying things like, "this would be cute!" and "isn't this nice." I just stood there, taking in the smell of fake air. Gross.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the dressing rooms. "Seven items only." The short woman said who was in charge of the changing room. Alice pulled out fifty dollars and handed it to the woman. "Go right ahead." She said. I was shocked. But we got in and soon Alice was throwing all kinds of clothes on me and spinning me around. "This looks horrible!" She shrieked at a multi-colored dress with feathers at the shoulder. "Why did I even pick it out?" She took it off me and then had me try on a pair of jeans.

"Turn." She instructed. I did. "I like them." She said. "Aren't they kind of tight?"

"Don't you want to look good?" She asked. "I like my clothes in my closet now." I said defensively. They weren't things Alice would wear. But not many people would wear what she wears. "Fine. I'll be back." She left with every piece of clothing, except my own and left me standing there in my underpants and bra. Why was she doing this? I wondered.

About five minutes later she came back with one arm carrying probably twenty pairs of jeans and the other carrying sweaters, t-shirts and dresses. After about an hour I was done trying everything on and felt exhausted. Everything fit, but how was I supposed to pick through it all. We left the dressing room; Alice carrying everything and she still managed to drag me over to shoes. The lady there asked if she could help us find anything. "Little wedges for her as well as stylish sneakers. She needs to stop wearing running shoes everywhere." I glanced self consciously at my nikes. They helped me run faster, even if they weren't fashionable.

We left the shoe department with two pairs of identical sneakers for me and a pair of wedges, which I didn't want but Alice didn't listen.

"Makeup counter." Alice said, having a hard time pushing me in that direction with everything she was carrying. "She needs a makeover." Alice said to the woman at the counter. To me she said, "I'm just bringing this all to the front so I don't have to carry it everywhere."

"Sit down." The woman said, indicating an impeccably white chair. Then she used a cloth on my face. Looking at she said, "Oh, you aren't wearing any makeup?" Did she expect it to be dirty? She threw it away and then turned back to look at me. She had clearly fake blond hair, very long, talon like nails and so much makeup on she looked fake. She studied me closely. I could smell a mix of coffee and cigarette breath.

"I don't see what you need for makeup. You could use a nice tan, but other than that. Oh, well." She said turning away and shaking up a very pale foundation. She used a sponge to put it all over my face and then began putting shadow on my eyes, lipgloss on my lips and blush on my cheeks.

"Now for mascara." She said, grabbing a volumizing one nearby. "Look up." She said as she began to work the brush back and forth. I tried not to move. She finished just as Alice was coming back. "What do you think?" She asked, turning to Alice. Alice clapped her hands.

"I love it!" The woman seemed satisfied. "We'll take it all!" The woman seemed as if she was going to faint. "Alice, I won't use it!" I said. "Yes you will. Special occasion makeup!" I groaned as the woman happily rang up the order. All the other beauty counter woman looked like they were going to attack us with their talons.

"Let's go." Alice said as we walked towards checkout. "I already bought everything and put it in the car." "Everything?" I asked. "Everything. Get in the car. We need to go get you some ice cream." I got ice cream on the way home and then Rose, Alice and I spent half an hour taking all the tags off everything. Alice grabbed everything in my closet and put it in a plastic bin declaring, "for charity."

"What? Alice I like my clothes."

"The whole reason we just went shopping was to get you new ones."

"But I need to at least pick out what I want to keep." I said. She let me but was tapping her shoe the whole time. Later that evening we were watching Breakfast at Tiffany's as it was raining. I missed Jake so much. It hadn't even been twelve hours and I missed him. Did he miss me?