Chapter Uno

A/N: Yay! New story! I apologize for how long it has been since I updated, but I'm really excited about this story and have a lot more free time, so no worries. I'm also sorry if this first chapter is a bit boring, but I need to lay out the backbone of the story. Stick with it and enjoy!

BPOV

"Ow ow ow ow owwwwww!" I whined.

"Oh, come on, Bella. It's-"

"Ow!!!"

"God, Bella! Could you be any more of a baby?" Alice chastised.

"Well it might help if you weren't ripping my hair out by the roots!"

"Please. I could do much worse. Besides, there's a price to pay for fashion, you know."

"But I don't even want to go in the first pl-"

Alice pulled on my hair harder. "Ow!" I cried.

I saw her smirk in the reflection of the vanity mirror.

Alice had been trying to tame my wild brown hair for an hour. So far, it didn't look a whole lot better than when she had started. I had told Alice this several times and she had dismissed me. "You are oblivious. Do you really expect understand with such style narrow-mindedness? You don't have the vision," she would say, tapping her temple.

Rosalie breezed into the room. "What are you doing to her? It sounds like you're torturing a cat in here. Ooh, nice hair, Bella!"

Alice scoffed. "Torturing, only in Bella's opinion. Cat, not so much, but she will be a fox soon enough," she winked. I rolled my eyes, and Rose laughed.

"Hey, Alice," started Rosalie, "you do know it's almost 7:30, right?"

"What?!? We still have to get dressed! The club so so so much fun! But we have to be there by nine! Rose! Start Bella's make-up. Bella, stop squirming. You're going to look fabulous! No, Rose, use the gray shadow and that-" she chattered on cheerfully, directing Rosalie and simultaneously hacking away at my hair. I grimaced.

Alice had been my best friend since the third grade, when she had come up to me at recess and insisted that she be my friend. She said she would give me a makeover as an incentive, which I promptly refused. We still managed to become great friends, though. She had called me "drab" at eight years old. Not much has changed, I suppose. Now, recently graduated from NYU, we both shared an nice apartment in the Turtle Bay area of Manhattan.

Rosalie, my other best friend, lived in her parents insanely expensive townhouse in the Upper East Side. The Hale's were rarely home, so she had the place to herself, and Alice and I even had our own specific guest rooms to stay in whenever we liked. We all had met on the University campus, where I was studying education, while Alice had fashion merchandising, and Rose took journalism.

My friends had always been talented, and had major skill when it came to beauty and fashion. But could it be possible to reflect their talent, confidence, and good looks upon me? I felt as if it was a lost cause. It was impossible to make mousy, average, and normal Isabella into anything but mousy, average, and normal. And now they were attempting to transform me so they could bring me along with them to some new club's party. It was called Club Rave, and it was just opening up in Midtown.

I looked up at them, shaking myself out of my reverie.

I saw Alice, bouncing with excitement, diving at the surplus of hair products laid out on the counter, and wielding a hair dryer. She was petite, pretty, and perfect. Her short jet black hair ad perfectly coordinated make-up made her look stunning. I couldn't imagine how good she would look once she was out of her T-shirt and shorts and into a sure-to-be-amazing outfit for the night. And Rosalie? Rosalie was...Rosalie. I loved the girl, but one look at her golden hair and tall, slender figure was quite a stab to a girl's self esteem.

Alright, enough self pit. Focus, Bella.

"Do I really need to go this thing? You guys should just go by yourselves, you know. I'm sure you would have a lot more fun without-" Alice clapped her hand over my mouth.

"No, Bella, we won't. We want our best friend there with us having fun, or it just won't be the same," she pouted. I rolled my eyes for the thousandth time that night. Always trying to guilt me into things. It worked 99.99% of the time.

I tried to speak but it came out muffled and incomprehensible against Alice's palm.

"Are you going to stop being so pessimistic? Or am I going to have to keep your mouth shut all night?" she asked as she cocked an eyebrow. I glared at her in the mirror, and licked her hand.

"Eww!" she squealed. "Gross, Bella!" I grinned wide as Rosalie tried to stifle her laughter from her perch on the bathroom counter. Alice flicked on the water from the sink and pumped a palmful of antibacterial soap into her hand, making disgusted noises.

After she had thoroughly cleaned her hands and shot several sharp glanced at me, she turned towards me. Drying her hands in a towel, she smiled wickedly. "You're lucky I love you so much, Bella, or I might leave you to fend for yourself tonight. Now. Let's finish your hair."

15 minutes later

I had to hand it to her, my hair looked great. I had never liked it so much in my entire life, truthfully. It was a half up-do, with long, shiny curls framing my face. Plus, Rosalie had given my eyes a smoky effect that made my muddy brown eyes look not-so-muddy. If I didn't know better, I'd say I looked pretty.

We had moved onto the next round of the "Let's Torture Bella Game", as the next cruel and unusual punishment was getting ourselves dressed.

I sighed, looking down at the clothes laid out upon my bed. It was a very short, very small black dress with an very low back. It was probably designer and expensive, but I had given up complaining to Alice about spending money on me years ago. It was a lost cause. But, for all I knew about the fashion world, it could have come from a thrift store.

When I looked in the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't as short as I had imagined, but it was still kind of...sexy? It did fit me well. I suddenly felt a bit more confident.

"Bella! Ready to go?" Rose called.

"Yea!" I replied, shoving my feet into a pair of tall black heels that Alice had chosen for me. I grabbed my clutch and walked into the living room. Alice and Rosalie were waiting by the door.

I deflated. They looked amazing.

"Wow! Bella! You look so great! That dress is perfect for you!" Alice chirped, so excited she could barely stand still, even in 3-inch stilettos.

"Seriously, Bella, you look a-maz-ing," praised Rosalie.

"Yea, sure," I grumbled, not quite letting them off the hook for dragging me to Club Rave tonight. Even the name sounded horrible.

Alice squealed quietly in anticipation as I walked by her through the front door. After a couple steps down the hall, I stumbled in my too-tall shoes and caught myself on the wall.

"Come on, Bella! Let's go get you a man!" Alice yelled, with Rosalie yelling encouragement.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

Club next chapter! I have it mostly written.

I'll post some links of what I imagined Bella's outfit and hair/make-up like on my profile for anyone interested.

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