BPOV

When I got home, I ran up to my bedroom to get changed. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I was going shopping with one of the most popular girls in school. I knew I wanted to look my best. After my analyzing my entire closest, I selected a pair of jeans, and a deep blue, fitting shirt. I threw my light blue jacket over it, and pulled my long hair into the ponytail worn daily. I looked at myself in the mirror, wincing. No wonder I had no friends.

I had one last thing to do. I picked up the phone and dialed Charlie's work number, taking a deep breath. What would he say when he found out I was actually hanging out with someone from school? Charlie was well used to the fact that I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in school, but he had always assured me that one day, guys would discover girls like me were great. Thanks, dad.

"Hello, Chief Swan speaking." Charlie had his police voice on. I grinned.

"Hi, dad. I just wanted to ask if I could go shopping with a girl from school?" I giggled, imagining the shocked look on his face. Several moments later (from his mouth probably hanging opened), he gathered himself.

"Sure. Who is it?" He sounded casual, as if he asked this all the time.

"Alice Cullen," I said, knowing he would recognize that name. Her father was the town's best doctor – not to mention most handsome. One a many nurses had swooned over him at the hospital, where it was safe to say I was a frequent customer.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you when you get back."

"Will you be alright for dinner?"

"Yep. I'll just order a pizza." Same old Charlie, I laughed. He couldn't cook to save his life. Until I moved in, he must have lived on pizza.

"Bye, dad." I said softly, wondering if this was all a huge mistake.

"Bye, Bells."

I looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until she gets here, I thought, running my fingers through the long ponytail. I grabbed my book from my school bag and got myself comfortable on the couch, reading through it, waiting on the slow, steady ticking of the clock.

I was getting really absorbed in the book when I heard a knock at the door. It couldn't have been fifteen minutes already, but my watch told me otherwise.

I opened the door on a hyper Alice, jumping up and down on the spot.

"Bella! Are you ready?" she squealed, a bright smile fresh on her face. I wondered for a moment if she ever stopped smiling.

"Yes. I didn't know you could drive," I said. I had never seen her drive myself.

"Oh, I can't." I looked at her, raising an eyebrow, a hundred questions running through my head. She answered them all in a single sentence. "But Edward can! He is going to hold the bags!"

"What? I told Charlie it was just you and me," though I knew this was about me embarrassing myself more then anything else. I had a long history of tripping over things that weren't there, and bumping into objects (and people) more then I would want to admit. And with Edward Cullen there, I didn't even want to think about how many accidents the fates would throw at me, for the laughs.

"I don't think he will mind. Come on!" She said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the car, forcing me in the backseat before sliding in next to me. I was still in shock, blinking a little bit. She was at least 5 inches shorter then I. How was she so strong? I shook my head, staring straight at the ground. The energy she radiated made up for the height.

"Hey." My first impression was that he didn't want to be here much. He seemed a little angry about something, and I was guessing that he wasn't happy about being seen with the school nerd.

"Hi." I didn't say much else on the ride to Port Angeles. I didn't need to. Alice talked the whole way there, with no spaces in between for anyone else to fit in one word.

It took an impossibly short time to get to the mall. Before the car had even stopped moving, Alice was out and pulling me along behind her, racing towards the door. Her already-full energy level was spurting off the charts. In a flash, she was through the door and I had no choice but to follow her inside the place that would be the death of me.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we walked passed the clothing shops that were actually affordable and straight to the boutique and label shops.

"We're going shopping, of course! But first, I want to take you to the hairdresser. We'll see what they can do with your hair so you don't always wear it in a pony tail." She grinned, looking a dog expecting a treat.

"I like my hair! I don't want it cut." I hadn't agreed to this, I knew. And I had close to no money, just a few bills I had stuffed in my pocket in haste.

"Then," she continued, as though I hadn't said anything, "I'm going to take you to one of the makeup artists and see what they think we can do about that. You'd be surprised how much difference a little makeup makes!" Now, I was just staring in shock at her. I hadn't opted for a full-out makeover.

"Alice, I thought I was just coming to go shopping with you. I wasn't planning on getting anything for myself!" She turned around abruptly, making me walk in to her. I quickly jumped back, nearly bumping into someone else. I blushed and stumbled forward again, face to face with the pixie-like girl.

"Bella, I want to do this. It will be fun. You don't have to wear the clothes or makeup that I buy you but it would be nice to know it was appreciated." Alice's voice sounded a little hurt. I instantly felt guilty about it.

"Wait! You think I'm going to let you buy me stuff? No way! I have money and I will buy what I want." Or afford, I added mentally. Which, I couldn't help to add, wasn't much.

"Just come on!" she continued to drag me down to the high-price end of the mall.

Just as she had said, the first place she went to was a fancy hairdresser that was way out of my price range.

"Alice, I can't let you pay for this. If I have to get a hair cut, fine, but I want to go somewhere cheaper. And I'm going to pay."

"No you're not, so just relax. Think of it as a late birthday present. It was on Saturday right?" I nodded. How did she know that? I started to think maybe I was trapped with some kind of weird stalker.

"Okay. So it's settled." I was about to object again when Alice covered my mouth with her small, dainty hand.

"Alice, are you feeling alright? Your hands are freezing! It's like ice!" I thought I saw a look of horror cross her face but she immediately masked it.

"No, I'm fine. I can be very sensitive to the cold." She explained while pulling her sleeves down over her hands.

"Okay. If you're sure," I said uneasily.

"Of course I am! You worry too much." Her enthusiasm was back, stronger than ever, as she pushed me onto a chair, while a lady with bleach blonde hair, heavy makeup and bright red nail polish; put a sheet-like thing over my clothes. And so the torture began.

For two hours, I watched in awe as the lady named Bevy tamed my frizzy, unruly hair, straightening and highlighting it. I have to admit, I was impressed and it looked great. Alice wouldn't allow me to see the price of our expedition and I was starting to get frustrated.

"Now it's time for makeup!" Alice exclaimed in her singsong voice. I groaned. I thought we would have just gone home after that. It had cost a lot, I could tell, and now she wanted to spend more! There was no point in arguing, that much was clear, so I just followed behind her. Maybe I could make a run for it later. But I would need to get a car or I could convince Edward… Edward. Where was he? When we had gotten here, he seemed to have disappeared.

"Hey, Alice. Where did your brother go?"

"Oh. Um, probably to some of the guy shops." She shrugged. "Here we are!"

Oh god. Makeup and nails, I groaned in my head. As we walked in, the strong scent of acrylic hit me. I felt ready to faint. I began breathing through my mouth but that only made me taste it.

"Alice, this place is making me sick. Can we please leave?" Alice just laughed.

"No. You'll get use to it. I promise." I nodded, my shoulders slumping.

I was seated in front of Linda, my nail artist. Linda had long black hair, deep green eyes and long French manicured nails. She was really nice and tried making conversation, but she soon learned I was quiet and not all that great at conversation. She ended up talking to Alice instead. An hour later and I had fantastic nails. It was seven thirty now. I hadn't told Charlie I would be this late, and inwardly I was thanking him for giving me the excuse to get out of Alice buying me more stuff.

"Alice! I have to go home now. I didn't tell Charlie I was staying out this long. Come on!" I wondered if I was pushing my luck here.

"Bella, relax. I called him earlier and asked if you could sleep over. Oh! And that means that we have to buy you new pajamas too!" She seemed so happy about it, I was starting to think she just wanted an excuse to spend more money.

"Sleep over? Do you mean at your house? Alice, I hardly know you." I nearly whispered the last part. The fast-coming events of the evening were starting to get to me.

"And there is no better way to get to know someone than with a sleep over! This is Rachael, your makeup artist for tonight." Alice changed the subject. Once again, I got the feeling that there were no questions in the matter. What Alice decided, she was sure of.

"Hi." That was all I said before being covered in a thousand different powders, foundations and mascaras. After half an hour and her work on me was completed, I was coughing up powder foundation and Alice had bought every produce she used.

Now came the part I had feared most, clothes shopping. I was ushered into many shops and in each one, I was forced to try on millions of outfits and parade them to Alice. I felt like a human Barbie doll. I did like most of the clothes that she picked out for me, but there were still lots that seemed too…reveling for me. Yet, she insisted I try them on. By the time I was out she had already bought everything, so there was no chance to convince her that they were unnecessary. I looked down at my watch; it was now nearly ten-thirty, I saw with a small sense of horror at the time.

"Alice. Can we go now? I really am very tired." She thought for a moment.

"Okay. After you have had something to eat. And before we do that, you have to wear something that we bought today…"

"You bought." I corrected, mumbling to myself. Somehow, she heard.

"Yes, yes. Anyway, you have to wear something I bought today because you can't eat out in that." She said, gesturing to my clothes.

"Fine, but we have to go straight back to your house after we eat." Why did school have to start on a Friday? Alice giggled.

"Of course, Bella. We wouldn't want to get you mad now, would we?"

She searched through the fifteen bags we had accumulated before pulling out a black skirt that finished about two inches above my knees and a deep blue, scoop neck top with three quarter length sleeves. She also pulled out a pair of black flats. I wasn't even aware that she had bought shoes. I don't even remember trying any on, I grumbled in my head. Alice was driving me crazy, with her ability to be so many places at once.

It looked okay on me, I had to admit, but I still felt horrible, like a little girl playing dress-up. It was showing a lot more skin than I normally allow. Before heading to the fancy Italian restaurant we would be dinning at, Alice made a quick detour to the car, unloading all the bags into the boot with the spare key. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Edward.

"Hey." She paused.

"Can you meet us there in five minutes?" I could hear a slight sound at the end, the muffled sound of what I assumed to be Edward's voice.

"Okay. Bye." She snapped the mobile shut.

"Come on." I followed obediently behind.

A short walk later and we were standing out the front of La Bella Italia, probably the closest thing to a fancy restaurant in Port Angeles. Leaning against the wall out the front was Edward. He stood up when he saw us and looked taken back by my transformation. These two were the only people who would ever see me like this, I swore, because by Monday, I would have my hair back to normal (except for the highlights, it should be back to its normal way) a makeup free face, and those clothes were likely to stay hidden in the back of my wardrobe. Though, I supposed I could wear some of them, at least the ones that showed less skin.

"Wow. Bella. You look…different." I instantly blushed.

"Thanks," I managed to stutter out, and as I dared to glance up, Edward's beautiful liquid topaz eyes caught mine, and suddenly, I couldn't move or breathe, as if I was trapped there.

"Nice to see you too, Edward. Edward? Edward!" Alice nearly yelled his name the last time. He unwillingly moved his eyes from me and turned to his sister.

"What?" He sounded a bit annoyed.

"I like it when people answer me." There was a motherly tone to her voice, and she gave him a look like he was a kid being caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

"Why, I'm sorry, Alice," Edward answered sweetly, though he eyes silently teased her. I couldn't help but to let out a slight grin.

"Hello! I'm Kathy and welcome to La Bella Italia! What can I do for you today?" An over bubbly blonde nearly bellowed, while undressing Edward with her eyes. I couldn't believe how up-front she was being about checking him out.

"Table for three please," Edward answered, all too politely, showing no interest in return. That, however, didn't seem to effect Kathy.

"Of course! This way." She gestured for us to follow.

We were seated at a booth that was fairly secluded. Both the booths next to us were empty. After five minutes, the waitress came along asking for our orders. For the past five minutes, Alice had talked non-stop while Edward and I sat in an awkward silence.

"Hi. I'm Latish and I'm your waitress tonight. Have you decided what you would like to eat?" Alice, as always, was the first to talk.

"I'll have spaghetti Bolognese," she said, smiling sweetly.

"I'll have the fettuccine," Edward said next, his voice emotionless.

"And I'll have fettuccine fungi," I whispered last.

"And what would you like to drink?"

"Three cokes." Alice ordered for everyone.

"Okay, I'll be back with your drinks." She said as she flashed a large smile in Edward's direction. He didn't seem to notice, looking to be deep in thought about something. Suddenly, I realized I was staring, and jumped in surprise, banging my knee on the table. Edward half-smiled for a second, before returning his attention to Alice, who hadn't seemed to notice. It was clear she was ranting about something. I tried to listen to the quick flow of words.

"So anyways, Jessica went up to Jasper and was totally flirting with him right in front of me! When I told her to back off she was just like 'so now he belongs to you?' I was just like oh-my-god! What kind of girl goes up to your boyfriend and tries to steal them in front of you!" She was fuming. "But then Jasper told her that he did belong to me, for as long as I wanted him. The look on her face was priceless!" The waitresses choose this time to deliver our drinks. Ten minutes later, and she was back with our food.

"Do you want another drink?" she asked me. I looked down, not realizing I had been so thirsty, draining the glass in the time we had sat there, as Alice talked up a storm.

"Um, yes, please." I looked at the other two cups and they had not been touched. Weird.

I swirled some pasta and put it in my mouth. It was really good. Alice and Edward were looking down at their plates as though it was foreign to them. Alice picked up her fork and carefully twirled some spaghetti onto her fork. She slowly put the smallest amount in her mouth and swallowed without even chewing once. She looked as though she had just eaten dirt by the way she scrunched up her face. I would have laughed, if it had not been so weird.

"Don't you like pasta?" I questioned.

"Not really. This isn't my type of food." She shot Edward a look, which only made me more confused. Edward was taking a minuscule bite and his face was a mirror image of what Alice's had been. That was strange. I looked down at my own plate, wondering if I should eat or not, anymore.

After just ten more minutes, we were ready to leave. Alice and Edward's plates remained full and seeing them eat so little took away my appetite. Edward paid the bill and we were out of there. This time, I felt only a little guilt about them paying for me. It had become clear to me that they were rich… richer then I would want to think about.

"So why did you take me to an Italian restaurant if you don't like it?" I asked. The question had been bothering me. I would've eaten anywhere they brought me, I knew. The entire night had just been strange.

"Well," Alice began, "we are accustomed to home cooking. We rarely go out because it isn't appealing to us." I looked down, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

"Oh." I got into the back seat with Alice again then, we were off. It wasn't long before I felt myself start to drift off.

"Bella. Wake up. We're at my house." I slowly opened my eyes. It was pitch black now.

"What time is it?"

"It's 1am. I'll just take you up to the guest room and you can go back to sleep."

"I'm sorry; I'm not too good at the whole 'sleep over' thing."

"That's okay. I was getting tired myself." She was obviously lying. She looked as alert as ever. Alice guided me through the house to the guest room. Thankfully, I didn't see the rest of the Cullen family in the trip across the house, not even Edward. I had my eyes pretty much closed, and Alice's guiding arm was the only thing keeping me from running into walls. I was horrible at staying up late, I thought with a short laugh. She handed me my new pajamas.

"Night, Bella."

"Good night, Alice." With that, she left me to sleep. I pulled on my pajamas and drifted back to sleep the second my head hit the soft pillows.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I would like to say again that I simply took over this story from sakurakiss1505. Thanks so much for letting me adopt it! How do you guys think I'm doing on this? Anything I should change at all? Review, please!