Authors note; Sorry about the wait. I got my laptop back, after much nagging, but it kept shutting down, therefore every time I tried to write I would lose all of my work. Needless to say, it was pretty annoying. Yeah, so this has been re-written like… a thousand times. Did you notice that sometimes you have to wait weeks for an update with no apologies, yet I say sorry for a couple of days? I think I may be obsessed… Anyway, I want to tell you of my goal. My goal is four hundred reviews by the time this is finished. Do you reckon we could do that? Hmmm… I don't even know when this will end either… Anyway [again] WE GOT THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY! How insane is that?! Yeah, I thanking you. Love.

Disclaiming: Not mine.

My Best Friend

Part Thirty-six.

"What do you want to do now?" Alice asked.

"What?"

"I said, what do you want to do now?"

"Yea, yea I heard that. I meant like… what?!"

"Are you actually going to talk sense?" She said, stopping mid-step.

"Yes. We are standing in the middle of the mall, which, might I add is your favourite place ever, surrounded by many shops, which are all open and 90% are clothes centred, and you ask me what I want to do?" She looked at me, calculating my words.

"Yes." She said finally. I looked at her disbelievingly before looking at my watch.

"Alice, how long have we been here?"

"Um… hour and a half? Maybe two?"

"I was in that bookstore for an hour?!" She just shrugged. I couldn't believe it; she usually dragged me out after just ten minutes. But how could I have looked at one book for an hour?

"What did you do while I was in there?" I asked, beginning to walk again.

"Just called some people."

"What kind of people?"

"Important people." Strangely for Alice, she was being very quiet. I was almost scared. Either she was keeping something a secret or they had upset her. Who would upset her?

"Did you want to talk?"

"No." And so we walked aimlessly silently.

We wandered around the mall, no where as our destination. She was quiet, and I didn't dare disturb her; she looked deep in thought. Only did I realise where we were heading when we got there. Alice face brightened, and she began jumping on the spot.

"Alice, no." I told her before she could beg.

"Aww! Don't be such a spoil sport!"

"But I don't need any new underwear!"

"Wear it tonight!" She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why do I need new underwear for tonight?"

"Because… It will make you feel more confident!" She squealed at her logic, jumping up and down. I sighed, not having it in me to argue.

"Okay," I said reluctantly. "But do I have to try it on?"

"I guess." She huffed before dragging me inside.

I didn't usually look around the stores; just followed Alice, but for some reason that was unknown to me I had the urge to look around. It was pink frills everywhere, and fluffy pink handcuffs were hung in random places around the shop. I could think of it as some kind of porn shop if I didn't know any better.

"What colour would you like?" Alice asked, interrupting my wandering mind.

"Blue." I answered automatically, not realising until moments later that that was Edward's favourite colour on me. I blushed deeply and ducked my head, praying that Alice didn't spot my blush.

"I already knew," She told me through the racks of bras. "I bought that blouse for you, remember?"

"How did you…" I trailed off, not bothering to finish. I will never understand the mystery that is Alice. Sometimes she was a fortune teller, sometimes a mind reader. Using logic, it probally just boiled down to my predictive-ness.

Alice had held up a light blue and a dark blue bra and pant set in front of my face.

"Which one?" She asked, looking side to side at each.

"Um…" I hesitated. Neither were what I would usually go for, but I had to trust Alice. "That one. Um, Alice, how do you know my bra size?" I didn't remember telling her. I hoped that she hadn't been through my underwear draw when I wasn't looking.

"I guessed." I breathed a sigh of relief.

As promised, Alice didn't drag me towards the changing room. Instead we headed straight for the till where a girl about our age wore a tag with 'Tanya' scrawled across it. I subtly wrinkled my nose; I always hated that name.

"Hi girls." Tanya said, taking the set from Alice. "Are you sure this is the right size? It looks a little big for you." She said in a nasally tone, looking at Alice.

"Oh, it's not for me." Alice said, with strained politeness. "It's for my friend."

"Oh. Well, I suggest you get something a lot smaller." She smirked at me. It took all of my willpower, and much reminding that I couldn't get arrested because of my date tonight, for me not to kill her there and then.

"I think I know my bra size, thank you." I said sharply, giving her a death glare. "At least mine are real." I muttered under my breath as we walked out. She head, and I knew it, and it made me smile. Bitch.

"What now?" Alice asked after a few moments of silence.

"Home?"

"Sure."

The car ride was quiet, and by the time we arrived back at mine it was almost seven. I was glad it was just an hour to go, whereas Alice was going crazy.

"We only have an hour, maybe less if he shows up early!" She yelled, running about the place. "I have to re-do your make up! Look at you, it's all flaky and icky! And you need to get changed now!"

I sighed, grabbing my bag of underwear and walked up the stairs, a little pixie hot on my heels. "Go faster!" She screamed, pushing me up the stairs.

As soon as we were in my room she flung the door shut and told me to get undressed and put on my new underwear.

"Get out then!" I said when she didn't move.

"But I need to put your makeup on." She said matter-of-factly.

"I can't change and you do my makeup at the same time!"

"Sure we can." And I was doomed. The determined look on her face told me there was no chance in hell I was going to win, like many of our arguments today.

So that is exactly what we did. I took my top off first and as soon as it was off Alice bombarded my face with makeup remover. While she began my foundation I shimmied out of my old bra, annoyed that I couldn't look at what I was doing. Alice would burn me alive if I so much as moved a millimetre. I was glad she kept her eyes trained on my face; we may have know each other practically our whole lives but there was something that made me feel uneasy about being naked in front of her. I quickly put on my new bra, and moved my head slightly earning a moan and a slap from Alice.

That's when I realised that my trousers would be a bit harder. I thought it through first; what my actions were to be. The best was I could picture it was to unbutton them, pull them down as much as I could without bending too much, and then use each leg to pull them down. It didn't work, and Alice smudged my mascara. She moaned at me, telling me that she didn't have anymore makeup remover. She ran out of the room to get some soap and water and I used that private moment to change into my new panties. They were nice; I would give Alice that. I head her footsteps and in a rush pulled on my jeans for the evening.

Alice came back in and stopped in the doorway, looking at me.

"Bells," She breathed. "You are really beautiful. Too bad neither of us is gay or single." She sighed, going back to work on my face. I giggled as there was a knock on the door.

"Shit." We said in unison, locking eyes with each other.

Before I could suggest a plan Alice was already answering the door, and back in my room.

"He is downstairs waiting." I nodded at her as she went back to working on my face, super speed. My heart picked up when she told me I was ready. Was I ready? Was I ready to talk to Edward again? He had done nothing wrong, so why was I nervous to speak to him? Fear that he just came to say he didn't want me? To tell me he was fed up of waiting for me, and that he has chucked me for some bimbo like Tanya? I shuddered at the thought.

Alice placed her tiny hands on my shoulders.

"You are ready." She whispered to me before running out of the door. I nodded to myself.

"I am ready. I am ready." I repeated to myself. I paced my bedroom floor before sighing and spinning quickly to glance in my reflection. I smiled at the beauty in the mirror, put on my black ballet pumps and creaked open my door.