"The rest was history we became fast friends." I said once again facing Rosalie.
Rosalie's face was one of confusion "wait you two meet your freshman year of college, I thought you guys meet your junior year?" she asked.
"No we met and became friend's good friends. We didn't't start a relationship till are junior year, as you know." I informed her. Putting a sleeping Eden in her crib.
You could see all the questions floating in Rosalie's head "So why did it take two years for you two to get together?" She asked.
"I'll tell you, come lets go to the kitchen. We don't want to wake Eden again do we?" I said motioning with my hands to a sleeping Eden.
As we walked in to the kitchen I got everything ready to make some coffee, once the coffee machine was babbling I sat across from Rosalie. "So what do you want to know?" I asked.
"How did you go from friends to lovers I guess?" she shyly asked. I think that was the first time I ever seen Rosalie blush in all the time I've know her.
"I'm not sure myself, to tell you the truth I never thought we would stay friends very long" I said honestly.
"why is that" she asked with concerned dripping from her every word. I just smile and continue with my story.
We were polar opposites, I was a lost soul, were she was a free sprite....
Alice could of have done anything she wanted. She could have been a doctor, architect, or like pairs Hilton and live off her parent's money. But Alice Cullen was unique, she has goals and dreams, she doesn't rest till she gets what she wants. Alice was one of the smarties person I've ever meet. She has a wide range of knowledge, and not just style like I had thought at first. Alice was the cheerleader, home coming queen, and likable by everyone around her.
I Bella Swan am plain, or how the people in high school like to say a freak. I used to hang out with the art and music people at school. But even with then I felt like I didn't fit in. My only escape was my books, music and of course my art. I was a wild child I liked tattoos and piercing. My art was like the mid-evil with its dark images of death. In my music the theme was of killing, vampires, and a lovers lost. My books were from the classics to a modern Dracula. I never labeled myself, must people do it for me and must would say I was goth. With my dark clothes, make up, and accruing theme in my art and music.
But yet this beautiful, bright girl wanted to be my friend. we both had lots of similar things incommode like our love for art, and a good book. Now music was a whole differnt thing we argued about the influence of Brittney space's on a generation for the better or the worst. How the 80's was the best time for music both rock and pop. The more we hung out the more we seem to drop are walls and feel more conferable with each other. We talked for hours about everything and anything.
some time after knowing each other
It was Friday morning and Alice came to pick me up for our art appreciation class. Alice was lying face up on my bed, stretching like an exotic cat "Bella where are we going to do this weekend?" she asked with a bit of aspiration.
"I don't know. I have all my school work done, and I have the whole weekend off of work" I said just as dramatically.
Her head snapped in my detraction with lighting speed "Bella how much do you love me?" she asked
"Not very much if you want to go shopping." I replied.
"come on Bella please I"ll do anything you want. How about we make a deal. You could pick anything you want to do, and I'll do it." she said with a pout on her beautiful face.
As I thought of what we could do I remember that their was a goth gallery in town for the weekend and a band that I've been dying to hear. Thinking that she wouldn't want to do any of those thing I had my way out of shopping. "Hmmm... come to a gallery with me, and then a show" I said facing her.
"Deal" she all but screamed to me as soon as I finish my sentence. "when is the gallery and the show?" She asked.
"Tomorrow, which is a Saturday" I said stunned that she had said yes.
""OK that gives us today after our classes are over, and tomorrow morning before the gallery starts. What time would that be by the way?" Alice asked already in planing mode.
I just gave up the protest that was ready to come out of my mouth because I knew that I have no Chance of getting out of this now. "The gallery starts at 8 o'clock, and the show starts at midnight. We don't have to stay that long at the gallery we could get something to eat before we go to the show." was my reply.
Later that day
We have been shopping for two hours and I was already sick of it. We where at this dress store and Alice was throwing dresses at me.
"Alice why would I need a dress, It's just a gallery and then a show and I don't want to go to a show with a dress" I complained to her.
"Why didn't you say that one of your painting is in the gallery?" Alice asked a bit hurt.
"Because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it." I said turning away from her. How did she fine out. "I don't know. I didn't think that painting was good, and I really thought you would say no to going in the first place." I said once again facing her.
"Bella we are friends I would go any were you asked just because you asked." she said and then hugged me. "come on we have to find you a dress" she said after a while.
"Alice I'm not going to ware a dress for the gallery, and then to a show" I said ready to stand my ground "even if you pouted and gave me the sad eyes." I said.
"Fine. What are you going to ware some skinny jeans, and a tee. come on Bella this is big" she said annoyed with me for not getting her way. We spent the rest of the day shopping for something nice to ware but still caudal. The next day was spent just about the same manner. It was just a bout 6 o'clock when Alice walked in to my apartment with bags of make up and hair stuff. All she did was point to the shower. She then spent the next hour and a half dressing me, putting make up, and doing my hair.
I was wearing a pair of skinny denim jeans and a blue silk top, and some black 3 inch heels. I put on one of my black jackets. My hair was in soft curls down my back. My make-up I must admit looked really sexy, I had a smoky eye thing going on. Alice walked out of my bathroom looking sexy as well. She had a black short skirt, a red top that showed most of her chest, a pair of 5 inch heels to make her look taller, and a black leather jacket. Her hair which had been long when we first meet is now cut short, and I liked it. You could see her beautiful face and eyes more now. Her make-up was done just like mine with a smoky look that was slightly darker than mine.
We made it a bit after 8 because of traffic. When we got their We were grated by the gallery directer who was the person who picked out my painting himself. To say he creepy is on understatement. His name is Aro Volturi. With his pale skin, white hair, and his way to close to be friendly manner sceared me a little. He had seen my painting in one of my class
and had asked my teacher about me, my teacher didn't give him my info but took his businesscared to give to me. Well when I had called he all be bagged me to sale him my painting.
Well at the time I didn't have a job so we meet at a restaurant and I soled my painting to him. His gallery is knew worldwide, and is one of the must famous goth gallery. I was surprise to get on invitation to the gallery.
"Hello my beautiful Isabella" he said taking my hand and kissing it, the need to vomit was overwhelming. "it's so nice to see you." He added.
"Hello Aro it's nice to see too." I replied back.
"I didn't think you would make it to be honest." he said finally noticing Alice "now who is this beautiful girl with you Isabella" he asked extending his hand to Alice.
"I'm Alice Cullen and it's nice to meet you" Alice said with a fake surgery sweet voice. A voice I hope to never hear again.
"As it's nice to meet you too" Aro replied.
"We are going to have a look around, I do hope to talk to you before I leave." I said to him really hoping to leave with out having to see him again.
"By the way Isabella your painting is the mean peace to the show" He said before I left. He pointed to a poster with my painting in the middle of it saying 'dark princess'.
"why is my painting the mean peace? Their has got to be better painting in the gallery" I said a bit breathy I was starting to panic.
"Your painting believe it or not is one of the most powerful peace I've seen in a long time. That's why its the mean peace of the Gallery" he said walking away leaving me to wanting to
kill him myself for doing that with out asking me first.
"Hey it's ok if you want we could leave, and just hang out before the show if you still want to go." Alice asked looking concerned.
"No Alice its fine. Let's go and have a look around and see my painting." I said looking around to see if I could fine it any were close to us, but sadly it wasn't.
"Are you sure? We don't have too if you don't want to." Alice said looking at my eyes for any reason I would want to leave.
"Alice really I'm OK just a little shock that all" I said to her.
The were-house were they held the gallery was big it took some time till we came face to face with my painting. To the left of the painting it had a picture of me, with my age and were I was born and when the painting was painted but nothing else. Partly because no one knew why I painted it, or the emotion that came from seeing it. I just seared at it hoping it would catch of fire or something. "It's really is beautiful. why don't you like it because I know you don't. What made you paint it?" Alice finally asked the question I knew someone would eventually ask.
Taking a calming breath I said "please. Not right now I'll tell you when we get back to my apartment"
"OK" Was all she said. she knew not to puch me right now, and I was happy for that. By the time we were done looking to all the painting it was about quarter till eleven so we deside to get out of their and get something to eat before the show. We walked to this dinner that was close to were the show was going to be held at. We talked about some of the art that we saw. Alice asked about the band that was playing, the whole time avoiding the real question that she wanted to get an answer to.