What Friends are For

Hey, you've reached the personal secretary of Alice Cullen- also known as my answering machine. I can't come to the phone right now because I'm probably out shopping. Leave a message at the annoying little beep and I'll get back to you if I like you well enough.

Beep!

"Mary Alice Cullen, I know you are there, so pick up the damn phone. Better yet, just come save me from this horrible date!" I hissed into my cell phone, trying to avoid notice.

I was currently hidden in the bathroom of some generic Italian restaurant during what seemed like the dozenth bad date this month. In reality it had only been three, but they seemed to be getting worse as time went on. And now, the one person who I could count on to get me out of it wasn't answering her phone. Typical.

Well, I can't hide in here forever. I wonder if I could sneak out through a window. I thought to myself, truly desperate to escape. Just as I was getting ready to attempt it, my cell phone rang, causing me to jump.

"Alice?" I sincerely hoped it was her. She would help me come up with a logical plan to get myself out of this mess.

"Yup, it's me." Thank god. "So… Bad date?" She asked with a little laugh.

"Of course it is. I wouldn't be calling you if it was going well. Now stop making fun of me and help!"
"Just make up some lame excuse like your dog died or something."
"I've used that one before."
"So use it again. It's not like you're with the same person." She reasoned.

"I'm so going to hell," I sighed. "You know I hate lying, Alice."

"Fine then, don't. Call me when you're free. Unless you die of boredom first."

"Fine! I'll tell the stupid sob story about my dead pet."
"I knew you would." With that final word, Alice hung up, and I went to go tell yet another lie.

I am so going to hell.

Twenty minutes later I was firmly seated on Alice's couch, eating pizza and drinking what Alice likes to call a 'Casa de Cullen cocktail', which as far as I can tell, is just a screwdriver made with really cheap vodka.

"So…" Alice said after a few minutes of silence.
"I do not want to talk about it Alice," I answered quickly.
"Oh come on, it couldn't have been that bad," She tried to reason with me.
"Remember your date with Tyler last month?" I countered. "It was like that, only ten times worse."

"Ew, that is bad."
I simply nodded and drank more of the orange-juice-and-cheap-vodka concoction. I was gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning but right now, I really didn't care.

I kicked my shoes off and tucked my feet up under me, snuggling into Alice's couch. I love her couch. It's ten times more comfortable than any other couch I've ever sat on. And I've told her this on multiple occasions.

"Alice, I am seriously in love with your couch," I told her.

"I know. Sometimes I think you're only friends with me because of my couch and the fact that I save you from bad dates."
"Aw, you know I love you too Ali. Just not as much as I love your couch."
She just laughed at me again.

"I love you Ali."

I must be a little more drunk than I thought I was, because that is the only explanation for those words coming out of my mouth. I mean, I always knew that I was in love with Alice, I had just never planned on telling her!

Since my brain isn't functioning properly and is not considering how this is going to ruin our friendship, I don't stop with the words either. I start leaning in as Ali just stares at me, completely shell shocked. As my lips touch hers gently, the shock seems to wear off. She throws herself into the kiss, reaching up to tangle her fingers into my hair. We kiss until we can't deny the need for air any longer.

Just as quick as it started, the best kiss of my life is over. Ali is looking at me with wide eyes.
"I, um… I didn't expect that," She says quietly. "But, I love you too. Kinda always have."
"Alice? Thanks for rescuing me."
"What are friends for, Bella?"

AN: Sorry, Not Sorry. I literally have no idea what I'm doing anymore.