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As we sped down the interstate, I pushed a Blue Cheer tape in Alice's brand new tape deck. I suppose it was technically Christopher the Corvette's tape deck, but I refused to verbally surrender my mind to Alice's heinous nickname for her car. Christopher? Really? I could have come up with a better name, but Alice had to curse that damn corvette with an ordinary, boring, silly name. Sorry, but I just have this thing about names.

When the first song began, I remembered that the band we were listening to was from San Francisco. I straightened up in my seat and looked over at Alice.

"Alice," I began, questioningly. "Why are we going to San Francisco?" She snorted.

"Don't be mad, okay? We're going to the West Coast version of Woodstock... The Rolling Stones will be there! You like the Stones, yeah? Lots of people will be there, wearing lots of West Coast threads. I just want to go in the name of fashion, Edward! Quit your bitching!"

"Oh I haven't even started my bitching, Alice," I glowered. "Are you kidding me? You're dragging me to some hippie Woodstock bullshit? Come on, Alice! That is the most horrendous thing you could ever try putting me through. Why? Why the hell did I have to go with you?"

"It'll be worth your while, Edward! I promise! You get to spend time with Christopher the Corvette, and me! Plus, it'll be so much fun. I swear. Don't be mad at me and ruin my fun! Oh and Em, Jazz, and Rose have a bet going that you'll be a big baby about everything... So you don't want them to win, do you?" She smiled deviously. Damn that little pixie.

I stared at her angrily, then stared at the road, speechless. She let out a barely audible laugh.

"I really am sorry, Edward. I hope you'll forgive me," she said sincerely, as she patted my hand gently. I nodded rigidly.

Alice took the next several hours explaining her "fashion dreams" and why they were so insanely important to her. We took turns coming up with pseudonyms for her when her clothing line was the next big thing. In my opinion, and Carlisle's, this entire idea Alice had been buzzing about for months was ludicrous. Our family's entire motive is to attempt to blend in, which was hard enough as it was. But once the little pixie gets an idea, there's no stopping her.

We pulled into Oregon's fairgrounds in the early morning. It would've taken a human much longer to get there, but to Rosalie's dismay, Christopher's engine was not shit. Alice would never hear me admit it, but I thoroughly enjoyed driving that car. Just so long as I can pretend it's name isn't Christopher. Alice had hunted right before we left Forks, so she decided to look around some of the booths in the fair. I wasn't thirsty, but I knew I would be faced with quite a bit of temptation, so I decided to disappear in Oregon's vast forest for a snack.

When I was done draining a doe about 10 miles into the forest, I decided to head back. Quite a bit more commotion could be heard from the fairgrounds so I thought Alice might want a familiar face, even if I was still a bit upset with her for dragging me along.

Strolling by Alice's car, I began sifting through numerous thoughts. Many of them were focused on the clothing and jewelry being sold at booths. Others were curious about where to score some drugs. Imbeciles. This era was unbelievable; I've never seen so many humans becoming so fixated on the thought of getting messed up. Drugs are definitely something I'd never understand. They even made some humans smell different, which was extremely frustrating, considering they already smelled so delicious. At least the dirty hippies who rarely showered would always smell less enticing.

I continued walking along at a slow, human pace, pretending to look at some of the goods being sold. Then I saw her, in Alice's thoughts. Alice was walking quickly towards me with a rather determined look on her face.

"You saw her?" I asked anxiously. "Where?" I was surprised by my anxious tone. Then again, not knowing this human girl in all of Alice's visions was really getting to both of us. We weren't sure why she kept reappearing, or why the visions were so strained, but we knew there was a reason she was always there. Now, I was ready to get some answers and get the hell out of here.

"I saw her from a distance, by a van. She was with a group of people," Alice scanned the lot, "somewhere over there."

Alice pointed to one of the Volkswagen vans pulling out of a parking space full of some teenagers. One of the passengers was leaning out the window, as the van roared to life, yelling and waving to several fair-goers. What an idiot. I followed him with my eyes as he lowered his torso back into the van and pulled out a bag of weed and showing it to the other people in the van. Across from him was the barely awake, yet still beautiful brunette, with a wide smile as she looked over the contents of the bag. Brilliant. The mystery girl is going to have her brains fried before we even find out why she's a reoccurring star in Alice's visions. I rolled my eyes as I heard their van pulling out of it's spot.

Oh no, Edward! They're leaving- SHE is leaving! Alice thought, her eyes frantically flickering to mine.

"Alice, we'll find her," I groaned, and began pinching the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb. "You saw her at the festival, right? So now we'll definitely have to go, won't we?"

"Oh good, Edward!" She exclaimed, while bouncing around excitedly. "You're so amazing! Thank you!! And with those last two inquisitive rhetorical questions, you just made Jazz, Em, and Rose to lose their bet!"

"Yes, okay, whatever," I grumbled. "But if mystery girl is high or tripping on anything, we're leaving. We can't expect to figure anything out if she's on another planet. Plus, you'll have had plenty of time to get the few ideas you need for your oh-so-fabulous 'fashion dream'! Oh and I'm still driving."

She plucked the keys out of her purse and tossed them to me with a frown. "Edward, I'm never going to get to drive Christopher!"

"Sorry, Alice. A deal's a deal," I shrugged, giving her a sly smirk. She opened her door and hopped in with her arms crossed. I got in and revved the engine for the drive ahead, not sure exactly what to prepare myself for once we got there.

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