Dear diary,
HOW in the name of all that is holy (and everybloodything else too!) have I ended up a victim in my own home? I am a victim of bullying, and threatening and . . . alright so just Alice and her puppy dog eyes!
She unleashed her adorable big eyes on me, and without my permission, my mouth told her I'd do it.
!
So I am in my bedroom wearing nothing but my new (very frilly) underwear.
OOOHH! Rose just came back saying that Emmet was very . . . happy, and that Edward had asked if I was doing underwear too! She told him to wait and see.
Alice just came back and said that jaspers trousers were pointing and he had his legs crossed very tightly. And that Emmet looked slightly dazed, courtesy of Rosalie. Apparently Ben was looking very excited, but Edward looked distracted.
"Probably wondering what kind of underwear tonight's skank will be wearing." I remarked drily.
Angie giggled before composing herself and began slinking down the stairs. And I do not mean like the toy. I mean like a serious threat to Kate Moss. Still, doesn't take much, she looks like a bug! Ok, I am going to write the rest later, my wrist hurts, and I don't know if I can walk in my shoes!
I put on my (very bloody high) heels and began practicing walking. Well, I say practicing walking, I was actually checking if my window was big enough to climb out of and run away. In my underwear. I think I may have started hyperventilating.
"Chillax Bella, Edward won't know what hit him!" Alice yelled, looking like she had half a mind to slap me.
I rolled my eyes.
Angela came back and I changed the subject quickly, asking
"Should I do naughty poses or nice poses?"
"Nice!" said Angela
"Naughty!" yelled Rose
I looked to Alice for the deciding vote. She tapped her chin thoughtfully with a manicured finger, before declaring firmly
"Both"
"Ok" I said breathlessly "wish me luck"
I began slinking (again, not like the toy!) downstairs. I stopped outside the door, took a deep breath and walked in.
Emmet wolf-whistled and I blushed. Edward let out a sharp gust of air.
I looked at him and he turned away .Then it was his turn to blush. I smirked before turning to Ben, and saying
"You ready?"
He nodded and I shook back my hair before turning around and letting it just sweep over my boobs. I widened my eyes innocently and smiled a tiny angel smile. The shutter clicked
I turned around, then shook my hair over one shoulder, and grinned cheekily. *click*
I span round, letting my hair fly out, then stopped, letting it whirl, and put my head down, turned my eyes up, and imitated the way Rosalie looks at Emmet to get him to buy her another soda. Very flirty. I was flirting . . . with a camera! *click*
I span round in a whirlwind of poses, more and more popping into my head. *click* *click* *click*
Ben was yelling
"Amazing, brilliant, these are fantastic Bells!" I felt a tremor of excitement go through me.
I was a star, I was a supermodel, this was what I was born to do, I was spinning, whirling, the world was mine, I was amazing, I was –
"Oof!" I fell to the floor, having tripped in my stupid shoes. Emmet blinked twice, before bursting into laughter. He rolled around, eyes streaming, completely unable to breathe.
"Glad you think it's so flipping funny!" I huffed, rubbing my poor butt.
"Here" I looked up to see a pale, smooth hand extended. I was about to take it, but hesitated, seeing the emerald green eyes behind it.
"Bella, just let me help you up." He sighed. I sighed too, then noticed his eyes move from my face to my cleavage. Which, being 5 feet above me, he had a perfect view of. I hauled myself to my feet, before saying sharply
"Help him" I pointed to Emmet "before he hurts himself." I stomped back upstairs, and stood in front of Angela, Rosalie and Alice. Alice chirped softly,
"What's wr-"
"I just fell on my ass, Emmet laughed, Edward looked at my cleavage and I need to torture him. More!"
They exchanged worried looking glances.
"Bella." Rosalie said flatly. "We understand your need to make Edward Cullen choke on his own testosterone levels, but there is no way we are posing naked. That is where we draw the line."
"What?" I gawped at her before saying "no, nononononono! That wasn't what I meant. I have some dignity left, you know!"
Well what did you mean then?" asked Angela, looking (understandingly) perplexed.
I shook my head before asking slyly
"What are your opinions on . . . dress up?"