Pixies and Parties!

BPOV

It was about 3 hours until Edward returned, towing a beautiful girl with him. My heart skipped a beat. Of course someone as dazzling as him was bound to have a girlfriend. I mentally blasted myself for being so stupid.

"Is this her?" The girl asked, in a high soprano. Edward nodded before stepping aside and allowing her to skip gracefully into the room. I'd never seen someone who looked quite like her. Her angelic face was framed with a halo of spiky black hair and her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. She didn't even reach 5 ft in height, but as soon as you saw her you could tell she was not someone to be messed with.

She skipped towards me, stopping a foot short and looking as though she was contemplating my appearance.

"You were right Eddie-kins," She began... EDDIE-KINS? "She is really pretty, but with a bit of work she could be beautiful," The girl suddenly turned and flung herself onto my bed, opposite me and outstretched a perfectly manicured hand.

"Alice Cullen," She declared, "You have the extreme pleasure of sharing this room with my brother over there," She gestured towards the doorway before grimacing. His Sister? His Sister! A choir of angels were singing in my mind... What the hell was wrong with me?

Edward chuckled musically, before exiting the room.

"I know we're going to be great friends!" She sang in her high voice, "But right now I've got to deal with the matter in hand!"

"What matter?" I asked nervously, dreading the evening ahead... I was never one for parties, but it seemed as though I wasn't going to get out of this one.

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"Y-you want me to wear this?" I asked sceptically, holding up the two pieces of skimpy material Alice had handed me.

"Yeah! You will look B-E-A-Utiful!" Alice sang before skipping across the room and grabbing a huge travel suitcase, crammed with makeup.

It turns out that the pieces of material she had given me were a midnight blue tank top and a black frilly tutu skirt that only reached mid thigh. As soon as I'd got these on Alice literally grabbed me and sat me in the swirly chair, in front of the bathroom mirror.

I was mentally cringing at what I would look like when she was done. Probably a low class hooker. All I wanted to do was flinch away from her touch, but I didn't want to offend her. Over the past couple of hours Alice's prediction had come true and we had become pretty good friends.

"Wow," there was a sharp intake of breath from the bathroom doorway. I glanced up and saw Edward standing there, the strange look back in his eyes. I cringed. I didn't want him to see me like this.

It was almost as though Edward could read my mind (Pff, yeah right...), because he chuckled and left the room, before Alice added the finishing touches to my makeup.

"Finished!" she squealed, before stepping back and taking in my appearance.

"Finally!" I groaned, "My legs were on the verge of falling off," She pouted at me before placing her petite hands over my eyes and swirling the chair so that I was facing the mirror.

"Et voila, I bring to you the glorious Isabella Swan..." She declared, before dramatically removing her hands from my eyes and pretending to faint.

Did I look that bad?

Unwillingly I turned my gaze to the mirror.

Who the hell was that girl?

Because she sure wasn't me... well not the me I was used to anyways.

"Alice!" I whispered, my eyes brimming with tears.

"NO!" she screamed, running for a tissue "My hours of work wasted! Luckily I was prepared and used waterproof mascara, but the foundation? Now that is a different story," Although her voice feigned hurt, I knew she was delighted by my reaction. Seriously, I can't believe my hooker comment. I gave this girl no justice, she was amazing.

"Now let's go par-tay!"

I take that back.