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Chapter 3
EPOV

I awoke to another day of the spring break. But this wasn't JUST another day. The rain had returned, yet there was something different about the feeling in the air.

I could hear the creaking of the floorboards as someone walked up the stairs and towards my room. Just outside, the footsteps halted. But then the doorknob twisted and in came Alice.

"Good, you're up!" she said, as she bounced on the end of my bed.

Ugh. I rolled over and pulled my pillow of my head. But I wasn't going to get away that easy.

She practically ripped the covers off of my bed and dragged me out. I reluctantly left my room, after a longing glance at my warm and now-messy bed.

"Breakfast!" called Esme's voice from the kitchen. I was immediately grateful, though I wasn't really hungry; if it delayed whatever I was going to get from Alice, it was worth it. I made my way to the dining table where pancakes were laid out for us on plates with syrup. Alongside, there was an empty but dirty plate – Emmett must have already eaten.

I sat, as did Alice. Hesitantly I picked up some of a pancake with my fork and pushed it into my mouth. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Alice eating happily and at a normal pace. (A/N: seems so weird for them to be eating food :o) Her silence left me to reflect on the day before. Did that really happen, or was it a dream? There was just something about Bella that told me she was too good to be real.

The fork scraping Alice's plate brought me back to reality. She was now staring at me, waiting for me to finish. I was eating as slowly as I could. I could see her arms twitching and her gaze becoming impatient, so I quickly sped up before she could get too irritated.

"About time!" she said as I finally finished.

I retreated to the lounge room, in hope of getting away from her. The lights of the TV were flickering and explosion sounds were coming out of the sides. There was Emmett sitting there on the couch, staring intently at the screen with a controller in hand.

"Emmett, can I play?" I asked.

"No, I'm doing something..." he trailed off, without even taking his eyes off the TV to reply.

"Pleaseeeeee?" I begged. Surely he must know that when Alice is bored she submitted us to her tortures. She was bored now, and I was her target.

He just grunted, like the ogre he is.

"Will you play baseball with me?" I offered.

"It's raining..." he responded. But it's not like the rain normally stopped him.

Just then, Alice entered the room and I sighed in defeat. Trying to convince Emmett to save me from her evil clutches was a lost cause.

"Time to play dress up!" she squealed as she began to pull me towards her room. I supposed that at least this torture would be better than boredom, so I silently followed her.

In arriving, I saw that she had already put out an outfit on her bed; presumably for me. It was a light blue full length dress. Beside it was a princess wand, tiara, bangle and a pair of plastic shoes.

"You're going to be Cinderella," Alice announced. She couldn't be serious.

She was.

"No way am I wearing a dress!" I refused.

"Yes way, otherwise I'll scream," she threatened with a smirk on her face. She was evil like that sometimes...

But I didn't want her to scream. Her ear-piercing screech was already something I heard too often.

I just did what she told me to, and soon enough I found myself in that gown. It was itchy against my bare skin, but if I dared to take it off or even take it off, Alice would scream. I knew that much from experience.

Just as she was about to put make-up on me – that she'd stolen from our parents' bathroom – I stopped her.

"No make-up, otherwise I'll scream," I said to her confidently. It seemed to have its effect as she stopped. For one moment I thought I saw a frightened look on her face, but then came her real demands.

"You're my slave now. Paint my toenails," she said in a harsh voice, with an edge of excitement behind it. I saw that she was staring up at me with puppy dog eyes, trying to seem sweet and innocent. And it worked. No one could refuse that look. "Pink," she added.

I retrieved her pink nail polish, from where I knew it was. She was wriggling her toes out in front of her, pleased that yet again she had made me do what she wanted. As I opened the miniature bottle and began, the smell burned my nose making it scrunch up. Why did she make me do this? I'm a boy; shouldn't she have friends that would happily do this? No, she decides to torture her brother.

I almost stopped then and there, but then I remembered that I had nothing better to do. The slow and painful process finally finished and she admired her newly pink toenails.

I put the pink bottle back in its space on her bedside table. Yes, she kept it easy to access for when she made me or Emmett paint her nails.

"Now get me some Milo," she demanded.

"The magic word?" I reminded her. I swear Esme taught her better manners than that, or maybe she was just like that to me.

"Puh-lease," she said, giving the one syllable word two syllables.

I had an idea now, so I happily left the room to fetch it for her. But instead of just putting Milo and milk, I added some chilli powder from the shelf in the cupboard. In doing so, I heard a woman's giggle. Esme's.

I quickly returned and gave it to her. She didn't even notice the grin on my face, and just took a big gulp. At the same time, I thought I heard a shutter click.

"Ahhhh! MOMMY!" she screamed.

Esme was at the door in an instant. Something gave me the feeling that she had already been there. Her hand was hiding something behind her back.

"Edward put chilli in my Milo!" Alice whined.

Esme looked towards me, and I shrugged.

"She shouldn't have trusted me to get her a drink," I replied in defence to Alice's accusation.

"And I'm thinking she also shouldn't force you into a dress either. I don't imagine you would have done that of your own accord," Esme began in a disciplinary tone, "but that wasn't very nice of you, Edward, so don't do it again."

"Yes, mom," I answered, obediently.

And with that they both went downstairs to get Alice another drink. I was left there in Alice's room, safe. I figured I may as well get changed out of this ridiculous costume.

In doing so, I thought of something to do. And if I couldn't play, I could at least watch the real thing. I rushed downstairs before I could forget it.

"Alice, let's play doctor. You get hurt and I'll fix you up," I said in the most persuasive voice I could manage. It seemed to discourage Alice's attitude, as planned.

"Now, why don't I take you both to see Daddy at work? It certainly can't hurt to get you out of the house," Esme interrupted. Just what I wanted her to say. Wait, not quite – she said both meaning Alice was coming too...

But I guess I'll take it; Alice really wasn't so frightening once she was away from her dress ups and tea set.

Maybe I would get to see Carlisle stitch someone up. Maybe he would give me a lollipop for no apparent reason. Hmm, sounds like a plan.

When we arrived, Carlisle was at his desk, completing paperwork. Oh well, I can wait.

And so, I took out my crayons and colouring book and started colouring Charmander, waiting for something to happen.


Alice has had her fun now ;D wow, she's annoying as a little kid.
Don't worry, Bella and Edward will meet again shortly.
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