I do not own The Twilight Saga and its characters!
In this story, the odds are stacked against Edward and Bella. They must prove to each other and to themselves that their love is real and true by fighting for it.
This story is based on the lyrics of the famous song "Love Story."
Remember: This chapter is now in the past. This is a flashback.
Enjoy!
LOVE STORY: CHAPTER 2
"Alice, it's so early. What are you doing here this early in the morning?" I asked with the sleep haze still clouding my head.
"Oh Bella-babe, you know exactly why I'm here this early! It's a super special day and I am here to get you ready!" She said so enthusiastically. She is jumping up and down my bed making it a really impossible feat to ignore her.
How on earth does she have that much energy in a wet and dreary Saturday morning? Is she chugging on cups and cups of brewed coffee again? Ugh!
"So tut-tut! Get up sleepy-haystack-hair-girl! We've got things to do and to finish in so little time!" She continued.
"Alice, it's not even seven in the morning and the ball is not until seven in the evening. Don't you think this is a little bit of an exaggeration?" I complained as I got up from my bed. While I complained and all, I knew better than to test the patience of this girl. She knew how to turn your insides into goo until you can't take it anymore.
Mary Alice Brandon is one of my closest friends. She is a small-than-the-average girl with short and spiky black hair. She prides herself in her great fashion sense and her ability to know the future somehow. We first met in the third grade. She was a transfer student back then. Her family moved to the town of Forks from California. On the first day of school, she immediately came up to me and proclaimed that we were going to be the best of friends. Like everything she said, it came true. Up to now, we are still together. Alice is somehow the polar opposite of me in some aspects of our personalities. She is outgoing and sociable whereas I am the kind of girl who keeps to herself. In a way, she and I both balance each other out. Over the years, we've always found ourselves stuck and drawn to each other.
"Hmmm… is this an exaggeration? No, I don't think so babe. I want you very ready for this party. You so rarely attend one. And I have a good feeling for this particular one," she said, winking at me as she pushed me into the bathroom. "Go take a quick shower, wear your robe and then we'll see what I can do with you."
In truth, I was only forced – by the combined efforts of my father, my two best friends and theirparents – to come to this over-the-top town ball. Since Forks, Washington is celebrating its hundredth anniversary since its foundation, its residents organized this formal event where you have to be dressed formally and pretend that you know the etiquette in formal dining. Everybody was going and everybody is excited to go – except me.
I took my time showering, trying to loosen the stiffness of my body and of course, trying to delay whatever Alice has planned for me today. When I finished, I went back to my small bedroom only to find Alice standing with her arsenal of the most horrifying weapons ever built – at least in my world – makeup, curlers, pins, polish, lotions and everything considered in the category of beautification.
What have I gotten myself into?
"Bella, there you are! Quick, sit in this chair and I'll work my Alice-magic on you," she said while simultaneously grabbing my arm and practically throwing me on the stupid chair.
She's not even five feet tall but she's stronger than me? What happened to the world?
"Please tell me that you're not going to go overboard," I pleaded as I closed my eyes. I could feel her working on making me a beauty that I really wasn't.
"I'm not going to go overboard – in my world. Your world and my world are very different worlds," she said as I groaned. I could just imagine her smirking. "Remember that I'm only doing this because I love you so much," she continued, and I was nullified.
This is going to be a very long day.
I ate breakfast and lunch in my bedroom, in this chair. I could feel Alice as she buffed and prettied every surface of my body. She let my hair down saying it was more beautiful left alone. She even picked out my dress, which I can say is really beautiful and just right for me. Its color is midnight blue. It is strapless and it has a sweetheart neckline. The dress was flowing and it ended right above my knees. It was perfect for a teenager and perfect for this formal event.
After a few more hours of torturous beautification, Alice finally declared me finished and 'absolutely gorgeous.' She grabbed my shoulders and she made me stand in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom and bade me to close my eyes. Her hands left my shoulders and I felt her stand aside. She slowly counted to three. Hearing her cue, I reluctantly opened them.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the reflection of the mirror. At first, I couldn't recognize the beauty that was standing in front of the mirror. Her face is flushed with color. She is exquisite in the dress she wore. There is no doubt that she is gorgeous.
Then I realized this is me! This gorgeous beauty I was admiring is me. I couldn't believe the transformation I have undergone under Alice's talented hands. She made me the most beautiful I have ever been.
Alice can really do serious magic.
"Alice, thank you so much! I couldn't… You really… I'm just… just so beautiful," I breathed out, still marveling.
"No problem sweetie. I had fun and I love the result," she answered back. She is smiling at me tenderly. I could tell that she really feels very happy for me – she's my best friend and she really cares for me. "Remember not to ruin anything, okay? I have to go and get myself ready, too. I'll see you at the party, babe."
And with a kiss on the cheek, she left me alone. The weather has finally let up, I realized as I looked outside of my window. There was no more rain and I could feel the slight summer breeze wafting through my wide open window. It was as if the heavens above knew the special occasion today and granted us the favor of good weather.
I glanced at the wall clock over my study table and I saw that I still have two more hours before my father and I would go to the celebration of the year. I got my favorite past time companion – Romeo and Juliet – and plopped down on my twin bed, all the while remembering not to ruin my face or my pretty dress. In no time at all, I got lost in the fantasy world that Shakespeare created from his very rich imagination. I felt oddly buoyant as I read again the much abused and battered copy of my favorite book.
After a few minutes of recreational reading, I felt the complications of the early morning wake up call take full effect. I fell asleep with my head full of the tragedy romance of Romeo and Juliet.