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Edward and Carlisle were bent over Carlisle's desk, deep in thought. Esme and I looked at each other, traded bored looks, and snuck out of the room. We crept down the stairs, and into the living room, where Alice and Rosalie lounged beautifully on the sofas, their eyes on the TV, but not really watching. Alice turned her head when we walked in, and jumped up, squealing.

"You're moving in? I'm so excited!" She threw her arms around me, and we jumped up and down together. Well, Alice jumped up and down, and I was taken along for the ride. Esme, Alice, Rosalie and I made our way to the dining room, and sat down. Rosalie produced a folder, I don't quite know from where, and laid it on the table. She pushed it towards me gently. I opened it, and all these beautiful designs lay before me. I gasped. Some of them looked hand drawn.

"Rosalie, did you draw these?" I was flabbergasted. These were gorgeous. The majority of them kept in tune with the gold color Edward's room already was. I thought that since I was moving into his house, and not the other way around, I would let him keep his color scheme. Rosalie smiled and looked down.

"Some of them. Esme helped immensely." Rosalie's voice was quiet. I quickly scanned through the drawings, and finally picked out the one I liked best. It kept the gold theme, and got rid of the couch, which I was a little sad about. I'd had a lot of good times on that couch. I let my mind wander for awhile, reminiscing about Edward and I on his couch. Then, I snapped my mind back to attention, and studied the drawing more closely.

The bed, huge, dark wood, and four postered, stood on the far wall of the room, right by the door. It had a gold bedspread and a wide array of throw pillows. Edward's CD wall stayed where it was, as did the carpet I'd grown so fond of. There were a couple chairs, covered in luxurious gold fabric, and beautiful dark wood nightstands. There were curtains, gold, installed so that the huge picture window could be covered. A tall plant stood in the corner near the closet. I was hooked as soon as I laid my eyes on it. I slapped my hand down on the table, startling Rosalie and Esme, but not Alice. Alice was always about three steps ahead of everyone else. Sometimes, I envied her gift.

Rosalie smiled. "I was hoping you'd pick that one. It's the simplest, but I drew it." I had the feeling that if Rosalie could blush, she'd be pink right about now.

"That's what I like about it: the simplicity. It's so Edward and I like it too." I smiled at her. She smiled back. Esme squealed, which was a sound new to my ears. I turned my head, surprised. Esme was beaming.

"Let's get to work then!" She stood up, and ran toward the basement. I balked. I'd never been in the basement before. I'd asked Edward about it once, and all I'd gotten was a brief description, and a dismissive wave of his hand. Rosalie and Alice rose fluidly and followed. I clumped after them, feeling the lack of grace as I moved. Esme flung the door open, and floated down the stairs. Once again, Alice and Rosalie followed, and I made my way clumsily after them.

I followed Alice's shadow deep into the basement. There was so much to look at. Gallons of paint, drywall, antiques galore, and that was just in the first room. I went through a door, and found myself in a wonderland of stuff. Bedspreads, sheets, pillows, couches and racks upon racks of clothes. There were clothes from every decade of the 20th century. Poodle skirts, hippie jeans, love beads, ugly 80's sweaters, and flapper dresses colored the racks, and set my imagination on fire. The possibilities for Halloween were endless. I spun around, to look at the other wall, and faced a massive shelving unit that went from floor to ceiling. There were drawers upon drawers of cosmetics and hair supplies, not to mention perfume from all the decades. I looked at the three women with my mouth wide open.

"Where did all this stuff come from?" I marveled aloud. All three of them looked sheepish.

"We have a hard time throwing things away. The guys have a room just like this next door to ours." Alice breathed. She looked around, trying to take it in through my eyes. She turned toward me, her eyes bright. "Do you want to see it?" I thought about that for a second.

"No, there's so much in this room to take in. I don't know if I could handle all the sensory overload." I smiled, and Esme took my hand.

"We have everything down here for your room. All you have to do is tell us which fabric you want for your chairs and bedspread, and tell us which throw pillows you want. We'll take it from there." Esme looked smug. Renovating rooms was her forte.

"Where's the fabric?" I asked her. She laughed, and guided me over to a door I hadn't even noticed. I'd been too consumed by the clothes…and everything else. Esme threw the door open, and if I'd been amazed before, that was nothing now.

Bolts and bolts of fabric lined the walls. Embroidery thread, regular thread, beads, buttons, glitter, and pretty much an entire craft store was spread before me. It was entirely overwhelming. Everyone sensed my disbelievement, and laughed. I swiveled my head to look at Esme.

"Well, we have to do something at night." She giggled, and led me to the gold section of fabrics. I found myself wondering vaguely just how large this basement was. I mean, the house was enormous, but this basement was something else. I was thinking football sized, at the very least. Esme snapped her fingers, and I was catapulted out of my musings. I must have examined, smelled, felt and laid on about 500 pieces of fabric until I finally found the one I wanted. It was almost an exact match to the gold carpet on the floor of Edward's room. It was heavy, and embossed with little dots. It was exquisite. Esme told Rosalie and Alice to take me to see the pillows while she sewed, yes, sewed my bedspread and pillowcases and upholstered the chairs. I followed them in a daze to the room where the throw pillows were kept.

It was a smaller room than all the rest, but that didn't stop them from stuffing it full of pillows, all according to color of course. I picked out about 15 pillows in varying sizes and shades of gold. I'd gotten them all picked out, and set near the stairs, when Edward came down.

"I see they've shown you the basement." He said, wrapping his arms around me. I wound my arms around his neck, and inhaled his scent.

"Yeah, they did. I've never seen anything like it. It's so much stuff!" It was safe to say I was completely overwhelmed by the things I'd seen down here, and I had the distinct feeling I hadn't seen all of it.

He chuckled. "Well, let's get upstairs and discuss the move, and you can come down later and check on the progress. Okay?" I nodded. He took my hand and started up the stairs. I squinted my eyes, and saw Alice and Rosalie playing with the pillows I'd chosen. I wondered when the bedspread would be done. I figured two weeks at the least. Edward towed me up the stairs, and into the living room, where Emmett and Jasper were sitting. Jasper looked up, and smiled at me.

"So, when are we moving your stuff?" He was smiling, and Emmett laughed silently.

Edward smiled. "That's what we need to talk to you about." He sat down, pulling me down with him.

I groaned.