A/N: Hey to all you readers and fanfic fans out there, here's another chapter for you to enjoy.

Not much to say about this chapter, other than hope you love it, and I was listening to the Eclipse soundtrack as I wrote it.

Read, enjoy, review.

Adieu!

Rose. xoxox

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

.::TWO::.

::Outside Bella Italia::

Both armed with their purses and credit cards, Alice and Esme climbed into the yellow porche, ready for a day of shopping. For a moment, Alice considered going to Seattle, but she prefered the shops in Port Angeles, and she was such a regular, most of the store clerks in various clothes stores knew her by name.

Esme turned on the radio, to break the silence. It was a really nice song, called Let's Get Lost. As the view of Forks whizzed past them, Esme found herself humming along.

Alice had to give the road her undivided attention, or else her mind would wander, and the result would be a car crash. It wasn't that she was trying to block out the visions, it was that she didn't want to risk the lives of innocent people. But, as the song progressed, she couldn't resist singing along. Near the end of the song, it ended as a duet with Esme and Alice singing along.

"It's a pity Rosalie couldn't come along," Esme said, glancing out the window.

"That's unlikely, since Dorothy is going to catch a cold," Alice said, quickly scanning the next few days in her mind. Alice mentally cursed herself, for allowing visions in.

The visions of Dorothy jumped too far ahead. Dorothy looked at least sixteen years old, her hair framed her face with flowing curls. Snuggled up on a blanket, Dorothy looked up at the boy with the golden hair and smiled.

"I'll be fine," Dorothy promised. But, the promise was followed by a cough.

Alice was catapulted out of her vision, by Esme lunging over, and grabbing the steering wheel. The yellow porche swerved, missing another car.

"I'm sorry! A vision came on so strong," Alice said, at once.

Just finding a parking space was growing more and more frustrating. After the third time that some obnoxious driver had cut her off, and gotten the parking space she was going for, Alice let out a growl of annoyance.

"That's it!" Alice said, angrily, as she removed her seatbelt. "Esme, you drive. I'm using my visions to find a good parking space."

Before Esme got a chance to object, Alice open the door, and climbed out. Scooting over to the drivers seat, Esme couldn't help letting out a little chuckle. It did amuse her more than she let on, to see Alice get so angry over something. Despite Alice's pretences, it was obvious that something else was bothering her. Something she wouldn't talk about.

Once they had switched seats, and were driving again, Alice calmed down. She didn't have to repress her visions. But, even then, that was a temporary moment of bliss. They would jump too far ahead, and give her glimpses of a restaurant. One that she knew she had to visit.

Esme had found a parking spot of her own, not far from the pier. "Alice, are you ok?" Esme asked, giving Alice a concerned glance.

"Yes, I'm fine," Alice said, unconvincingly. She didn't even convince herself.

Back at the Cullen household, Jasper had been chosen by a very angry and annoyed Rosalie to babysit Dorothy, while she went to the hospital to fetch some medicine. Well, that was the polite version was going to pretend happened.

How it really happened, was Rosalie was trying to ease Dorothy off to sleep, but the child bawled for something. It wasn't her diaper, that had just been changed. It wasn't a bottle, she wasn't due one for a few hours.

"No way, Bro, if we do have a party, then it's got to have awesome music," Emmett told Jasper, as they walked down the stairs.

"And, how does your daughter fit into your party plans?" Jasper challenged.

"Good point," Emmett agreed. "Out in the garden then."

"Oi, Jackasses!" Rosalie shouted. "If you're going to act like children, I'll gladly loan you a diaper and a bib each! Now, take Dorothy, and act like an adult."

Rosalie placed Dorothy in a bewildered Emmett's arms, and left. All they heard was a thud of her car door, and the sound of her car tearing up the driveway.

Emmett and Jasper looked at each other, exchanging confused glances.

"I'll go get one of her baby books to read to her," Jasper said. "Judging by her irritable mood, Dorothy wants to sleep."

"You know what? I promised Bella and Edward that I'd water their plants," Emmett said, placing Dorothy in Jasper's arms. "You go do that, and I'll take care of the plants."

Emmett was out the door faster than Rosalie was.

Jasper sighed, knowing full well, that Emmett had not been asked to water any plants. "So, Dorothy, how about a story about princesses and castles?"

Dorothy looked up at his angst filled eyes, waving her fist around playfully.

With a bag full of clothes in each hand, Alice felt completely back to her old self again. All she had to focus on, was one gorgeous dress after another or perhaps a stunning pair of shoes. There was no need to check the future for what she wanted, because that took the fun away from the chase.

"Perfect!" Alice said, picking up a stunning pair of brown boots. "Rosalie would love these."

Alice was too busy with her shopping, to notice that Esme had gone down to the toy store to get something for Dorothy.

Alice found a pair of strappy stilletos, that she just had to try on. There was a blonde haired girl trying on a pair of platform peep-toes, when Alice sat down on one of the chairs. The girl was familiar. Her hair style was messy, but styled, falling to her shoulders.

"Those shoes look fierce," the girl said, looking at the strappy shoes that Alice was slipping her foot into. "Have they got my size - a six?"

"Sorry, these are a five, and the only ones," Alice replied, with a smile.

"Just my luck," she replied. "Hey, don't I know you? Forks High, right?"

"Yes!" Alice said, right away.

Now it clicked into place, she did indeed know this girl. It was the girl that Bella didn't like, Lauren Mallory. Her hair had grown out lovely, and so sleek.

"Lauren, right?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, and you're Alice?" Lauren inquired. Alice nodded her head. "I thought so!"

Alice had to admit, that Lauren had good taste in shoes, and always knew the exact pair that would suit the outfits she described. Their conversations continued to the clothes department. Now it was Alice's turn to shine. She would choose a drop dead gorgeous outfit, that made Lauren look stunning. Lauren was so happy with the outfit, that she brought Alice a designer belt - Lauren's treat.

"I will look fierce for my date tonight," Lauren told Alice, in the changing rooms. "Thanks so much, Alice."

"It's no problem, fashion is my gift," Alice said, jokingly. Little did Lauren know, that wasn't her only gift.

"Yes, problem! You've done so much for me, and now I have outfits for the whole first semester," Lauren said. "I'll tell you what, I'm moving to San Fransisco next week, before I go, you have to come to my farewell party."

"I'd love to come! Can I bring Jasper?" Alice replied, as she stepped out of the changing stall with all the clothes that she'd tried on.

"Naturally. He's the blonde guy, that was kinda hot, right?" Lauren asked.

Alice let out a soft giggled. "Yes, that's him."

"Then, sure, the more the merrier. Just don't bring the guy with the big hair, and his little puppy," Lauren said, as she too stepped out of the stall.

"Bella and Edward?" Alice inquired.

"Yeah, that's them," Lauren said. She picked up her bags, and the clothes she was trying on. "All these fit, so I'm buying them."

Lauren had offered to buy dinner, at Bella Italia, but Alice couldn't think of a good excuse, so she accepted. Only when they were walking down the street, to the little restaurant, did Alice notice that Esme was gone. Alice was about to say something, but as she looked up at the restaurant, a vision latched onto her mind.

Dorothy was sixteen years old, her hair was in a loose bun, tumbling into curls. A lovely blue dress hung loosely from her forming curves. She was giggling happily, twirling around, in her first pair of high-heel shoes.

"How do I look?" Dorothy asked the mysterious boy, with the golden hair.

He wore slacks, and a white shirt. "Beautiful, as always," he replied, with a gentlemanly smile.

Despite only seeing the side of his face, there was something so very familiar about his smile. Alice stared at the vision with awe. She was seeing the beginnings of Dorothy's first date with this boy. But, who ever he was, Alice couldn't help feeling proud of them both.

"Alice, are you coming in?" Lauren asked, looking at her curiously.

"Yes, I am," Alice said, nodding her head.

Just the radiant look on Dorothy's face, in that future, made her want to go in that restaurant more than ever. The vision was so certain. Something she wasn't familiar with. She just knew, that it wasn't going to change.