Note: This will be my last chapter for this one for a little while. I got a great idea for a new fanfic and am going to work on that for a little while. But I will be adding more to this, just not as often as I have been.

And now, without further addoo:

More Bonding

Part 3

The next couple stores we went to were about the same as the last few. We only bought a couple things and Rosalie even found a something for herself.

It was a long navy blue dress that had slits in the sides. It looked gorgeous on her for the first twenty minutes she walked around and posed in it. Then, I got kind of sick of her waltzing around the store asking all the employees if she looked good in it. (Or at least that's what I think she was saying. I don't speak French, remember.)

But, she finally decided it was good enough for her and had them pack it up with my new floral shirt.

"Next, we'll go to my favorite store." She said, as we turned onto another street full of stores.

"What kind of store is this one?" I asked, petrified.

"An accessory store." She replied.

"Like jewelry and stuff?" I had never really worn jewelry or stuff like that. I only owned a couple necklaces and bracelets.

"Stuff?" she asked, offended. "Shoes, purses, scarves, sunglasses, and yes, jewelry too. How can you not know this? Aren't you a girl?"

"Yes, but I don't do shopping like this. And I don't really . . . have any accessories."

"Well now you do." She said. "But enough of that, come on, we have to get there before all the early afternoon rush starts." And she dragged me further down the street until we reached the store. Its windows were boarded up so you couldn't see inside it.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked, starring skeptically at the boarded windows.

"Yep." She said. "They're waiting for us. I told them I was going to be coming and I guess they closed the place up for me. I'm their biggest customer, so I get special treatment." She sniggered.

We knocked on the door and a short, thin woman came to the door. When she saw Rosalie, she opened the door widely and welcomed us in. Rosalie chatted with her for a moment and then dragged me toward the first display case of items.

"Look at this necklace." She said, holding up a gold chain. The pendent on it was gorgeous. It was a flower that was made out of sapphire crystals. "It would mach your new dress perfectly."

"You're right." I agreed, not sure which dress she was referring to.

"We'll get it then." she said and placed it on the counter to keep. She then found a pair of heart shaped earrings that had rubies on them.

"Now we need to find you some shoes." She said and dragged me toward a huge display of footwear.

First, she had me try on a pair of tall leather stiletto boots; I took two steps in them and also feel and broke my neck.

"I'm sorry Rosalie, but I don't think these are going to work." I admitted as nicely as I could.

"You're right." She said. "They make your calves look huge. Take them off."

I did as she said and she instantly gave me another pair of shoes. These were flat shoes that look like something Middle Eastern women wear. I put them on and they were definitely more comfortable than the last pair and I could actually walk in these.

"Those are much better." She commented. "But you still need at least on pair of heels." She went back over to the wall of shoes while I slipped the ones I had on off and put them back into the box Rosalie had pulled them out of.

"Try these." She said when she returned from her search and handed me a box with two-inch heels in it. They were black and strappy, but look manageable . . . maybe. I put my foot into one of them and them fastened the straps up my ankle. Then, I did the same with the other.

"There." I said and stood up off the bench I had been sitting on. I walk down an open space as if it were a runway and then walked back to her, without tripping once.

"Wow." She said. "Someone's coordinated." I laughed.

"Yeah, sure, for the moment."

"Alright, I think we'll take those too." And she pulled them off my feet and put them back in their box. She then took one last look around the store to make sure she hadn't missed anything and then paid for everything.

"I think that went well." She said. She called a taxi over to the curb and we got in. "So now we're going to do that clubbing I promised." She stopped the cab about a block away and took all our bags out of the trunk of the car.

"We can put them in a locker in the club." She said. "But first we need to change." She led me to the club door, flashed a card of some sort at the man at the front door, and went inside. There was a locker room type place where we changed and put our bags. She insisted that I wear the first dress that we got; the short black one. I also put the new strappy shoes on. She had been right, they did match well.

"You almost look like a super model." She informed me when I came out with the dress on again. "I think it looks better on you this time than it did the first time you put it on."

"So what exactly are we going to do out there?" I asked. I had never been to a club before. I didn't know what they did there, besides dance.

"We'll find some guys to dance with, maybe have something to drink, and then go home." After she said that, she practically had to pry my fingers off the door frame to get me to go out, but once I was and was listening to the and watching Rosalie flirt with another guy every five minutes, it was kind of fun, though I swore to her I wasn't going to set a foot on the dance floor.

"Hello." Said a voice next to me. I t was a guy and he was speaking English! Though he had a French accent. He was taller than Edward adn, as far as I could tell through the smoke from the club fog machines and the neon lights, he had messy red hair.He also had unusually whit skin, though not as white as the Cullens', more like as pale as mine. "Umm, your friend told me I might get e dance out of you." He said.

I looked at Rosalie on the dance floor. She looked back at me and winked.

"I'm Will, by the way." He added.

"Bella." I said. "And I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's okay, neither am I." He said. I tried not to show him that I really didn't want to, but I think it got through. "We could wait until a slow song comes on." He offered and as he said this, a slow song came on.

"Alright." I said hesitantly, though I could kind of slow dance, or at least I could with Edward.

As soon as I thought this, my heart sank. I missed him so much. It seemed like an eternity since I had last seen him.

I danced with Will for the rest of the song and when it was over, I told him I had to go.

"Rosalie." I called to her. She came over to me. "Can we go now? All this loud music is giving me a headache."

"Sure." She replied and said good-bye to the guy she had been dancing with. We went back into the locker room and grabbed our stuff. She hailed another cab and told the driver to take us to the airport, where Chuck was waiting for us.

We clambered in the plane and took off. I was soooo happy to be going home. Maybe Edward would be there when I got there. Hopefully. If I didn't see him soon, I would probably explode!

But of course, 15 minutes on the plane and I was asleep. Rosalie woke me up when we were on the runway and helped me out of the plane. Then, Chuck carried me to Emmett's Jeep and Rosalie drove me home, or at least I thought it was home.

"Bella. Bella, wake up." I smelled the fragrant small of his breath and opened my eyes a centimeter to see if it was really him. It was!

"Edward!" I shouted and sat up quickly from the couch I was lying on in the Cullen's house. I jump-attack-hugged him, not ever wanting to let him go.

"Yes Bella, it's me." He said calmly. "I really need to get you home."

"What! You finally get home and then you want to leave me?"

"Of course not. I just don't want Charlie t worry too much. I'll sneak back up in through your window of course. Don't I always."

"Yes." I nodded and let him carry me into the car and to my house.

The last thing I remember before I fell asleep on my bed was his deep black eyes looking right through me.