Disclaimer: I own not the characters in this story. I do, however, have a very screwed up air-conditioning system that has my attic at 87 degreed F. It suckssssssss.
Hope you enjoy this short chapter… heh-heh.
Small heels clicked as a sign of their arrival on the hard concrete steps leading to the three-roomed apartment the owner shared with two other girls her age. Alice Brandon ran a tired hand through her hair, successfully aggravating the messy locks into a further mess of black hair as the small birds chirped their last notes of the dreary day.
Silently, she wished to the almighty fashion gods that the door to her apartment was unlocked – her keys, she remembered vehemently, were sitting in a happy place next to her prized debit card on the worn countertops that lined the flat. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the doorknob and twisted.
Relief washed over her tired face when the planks of wood moved together as one over the wooden floorboards of the comfy cozy entranceway that emitted a soft, welcoming glow from the single light on the ceiling.
"It wasn't sex, it was 'making love', Bella! There is an extreme amount of difference between the two!"
Alice winced at the loud voice she heard from the direction of the kitchen, the blonde she knew to be attached to it probably using exasperated hand movements to persuade her other roommate of her point. She pushed the door firmly shut, relieved that it made no sound, and made her way across the mahogany ground to the living area and ultimately her bedroom.
"Ok Rose, whatever you say. I was just – OH, I'M A PEPPER, HE'S A PEPPER, SHE'S A PEPPER, WE'RE A PEPPER, WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO BE A PEPPER TOO! OH, I'M A PERRER, wait a sec, Rose, it's Alice."
Alice stopped head in her designer shoes as she listened to her very own ring tone trill from the coffee table and watched as Bella leaned from the white, cushy armchair to the glass tabletop and grabbed the vibrating phone playing the catchy 1970's commercial tune.
"Hey Alice! Where are you, Rose has some really good stuff that you shou-"
Alice's head was turned to the right, looking straight at Bella who only just noticed her figure in the room. In one swift movement the pixie's loaded arms were free as she kicked off her shoes and ran towards the confused looking brunette.
"Hold up, Alice is right here – so who is this?"
"Yes, he found my phone!"
"He, Alice dear?" Rosalie's blonde hair swished when her sculpted face turned to meet the smaller girl who was looking back at Rosalie with sharp look.
"Oh, it's not what you think you pervert! Now Bella," Alice turned her attention to the girl with the phone, a pleading look in her bright eyes. "Please, tell him that I'm willing to meet him anywhere to get my phone back. That's my whole life – it has my schedule and all my client's numbers in there. What if someone calls? What if they have a heart attack because they're expecting me to answer my phone and instead are greeted with some sexy Southern drawl? What if they think that's me, playing a horrible, cruel joke on them? Oh Bella, I NEED my phone!"
"Sexy Southern drawl, dear Alice?"
The saucy grin on Rosalie's face intensified as her icy eyes stared down their target who was draped over the back of the wide one-person arm chair, prodding her friend to relay messages to the stranger with her phone.
"Tonight probably won't be good, there are more storms coming through our area so it's not safe to take the train... Glad you see the safety issue there also. … I'm sure that tomorrow will work perfectly… you work on 7th Street, you say… yeah… the small one? Alright. She'll meet you there! Goodbye."
Alice seemed to melt off of the back of the seat and onto the hard ground beneath her.
"I don't get my phone tonight?"
"Nope."
There was no ounce of sympathy that dripped from the single word response to the proposed question.
"Well shit."
Lightening flashed after the small girl released her words and lit up the cerulean blue living room where the three girls sat in suppressive silence, each waiting for the other to talk but none knowing anything to say.
Clearing her throat, Bella leaned back to look at the top of Alice's head.
"He had a sexy voice, Alice."
Alice extended one hand to the air and twirled it around in a 'whatever' fashion, choosing then to arise from the uncomfortable floor and make her way to the kitchen for a bottle of water, not forgetting to kick her broken handbag as she passed it.
"Yeah yeah, I know. It's the Southern accent."
Choruses of laughter met Alice's ears as her tiny feet shuffled along the wooden floor to the equipped kitchen, opening the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle, twisting the cap off as she made her way back to the black couch Rosalie was inhabiting.
"Rose, what was 'making love' as opposed to the fabulous sex that you always seem to have?" Alice's water bottle clad hand met her other in the air to put finger quotations around the making love part, making Rosalie roll her eyes and Bella smile.
"I don't know Alice, where did you meet this sexy Southerner?"
So, I know it's short but I didn't want to start the next day in this chapter so… just wait like two days. Anyway, sorry for the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes though word does a pretty good job at catching them. And my apologizes if it's confusing to read, I guess it's just the way I write.
Tid-Bit Information Time:
Here's the link to Alice's ring on Bella's phone:
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It's quite catchy.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Love to All,
Kat
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