Hello, kind readers.

Weather is evil here in Scotland. It's dark, it's raining, and it's only five bloody o'clock! Well, I don't care. You know why? It's because I got six reviews! *does happy dance*

Thanks to:

MoreThenLikelyCrazy ... (kerfuffle is a term for a muddle or mess)
twilighter1994
jasper's lil pixie ... (thanks for the suggestion!)
IHeartMrEdwardCullen ... (yeah, let's go with your idea. ALL OF THEM!)
Lishbashbaaaa ... (thank you for the idea, but i'm doing all of them)
XxbleadingheartxX

Well, for those of you who didn't guess the Little Britain references, they were:

Garry cut in, "I can take things from here. As you probably all know, I used to be the only gay in the village..."
and
What a kerfuffle.

And for the Midsummer Night's Dream based thingie, I'm still doing that.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, Guitar Hero and DDR, would I be writing fanfictions? Didn't think so.

Well, on with the story!

BTW, this is on a Friday, meaning no school the next day.

Chapter Four - Torture - Bella POV

"Bella! Bella!" Alice's forest eyes danced with excitement. Dear God, what torture was that confounded pixie planning this time?

"Yes, Alice?" I sighed, turning back to face my boyfriend and not really paying attention to her. Jasper and I gazed at each other somewhat sappily until said pixie waved her hand in between our faces. Garry just stood back, most likely thinking, 'Oh, God, how embarrassing...' about Alice's antics.

"We, meaning you, Jazz, Gaz, Ed, Emmie, Rose, Angie and yours truly, are going to have a slumber party, whether you like it or not."

*meep*

My face must have been priceless since Emmett roared with laughter, shouting, "Bella, your FACE! OUCH!"

Rosalie hit him, hence the 'Ouch'.

Roughly an hour later... (3rd Person)

Everybody was now assembled in the living room, worming inside their respective sleeping bags. All the girls had purple ones, while the guys had green.

"Bye, kids, have fun!" That was Carlisle and Esme escaping the soon to be turmoil.

The door slammed, and after a few moments of utter silence, Alice yelled, "MAKEOVER!!! THEN PAJAMA FASHION SHOW!!!"

All the girls were ushered out the door, leaving their significant others, or, in Edward and Angela's case, very good friends, to natter amongst themselves.

'Woah, how the HELL did Alice fit two dressing room chairs and vanity mirrors in her room?' Thought Bella.

Well, anyway, Alice and Rosalie shoved Bella and Angela down into the chairs. Alice began on Bella, while Rosalie started on Angela.

They both undertook the task of styling the hair first and eventually, Angela had her hair partially up in a ponytail while Bella had a pair of plaits just below her ears and settling on her shoulders.

Then, Alice pulled Rosalie's blond locks into below-the-ear bunches. Rosalie merely slipped a plum coloured hairband with a green butterfly on it on Alice's head.

Now it was time for the make up. For Angela, Rosalie chose lilac eyeshadow and pale pink lipgloss. For Bella, Alice selected smoky charcoal eyes and dark pink lip gloss to contrast with her ivory skin.

Rosalie gave Alice plum eyeshadow and deep red lips while Alice chose a pastel pink and a somewhat natural lip colour.

Then it was time to select the pajamas...

Alice immersed herself in her wardrobe (closet, sorry, I'm Scottish) while Angela, Rosalie and Bella sat back on Alice's royal blue bedcovers.

Alice emerged and tossed three bundles at the three girls, before fleeing into her bathroom. A minute later, she rushed out, wearing a plum camisole and forest green short shorts.

She grabbed Rosalie's arm and led her into the bathroom, still clutching her bundle. A minute after that, she stepped out in a deep red camisole and baby pink shorts.

Angela stood up and went into the bathroom. A minute later, she exited, wearing a light yellow camisole and lilac shorts. (Yes, there is a reason for all the camisoles and shorts. It'll drive the boys mad!)

Bella stumbled over to the bathroom door and went in. She left it a minute later, clad in a rose pink camisole and black short shorts.

Alice squealed, clapping her hands and they all trouped downstairs to meet the boys. Alice stopped them outside the living room, however, and cleared her throat very loudly.

"Eddie? Be a gentleman and toss me my sleeping bag." Seconds later, Alice was stepping into her sleeping bag. She hopped inside the room and over to the stereo system, when she pressed the button to begin whatever CD was in after waiting a few moments. Bella's mix tape Edward made of all her favourite tracks was in.

Alice hopped back out, stepped out of her sleeping bag and announced, "Gentlemen, may I present Rosalie Hale!"

Rosalie waited for 'What I've Done' to get to the singing before she stepped into the room, swinging her hips and posing for Emmett before sitting on his lap, ignoring his gobsmacked expression.

It was Alice's turn and she made her way to Garry, smirking all the way as his eyes looked her up and down. He gulped as she sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

Angela simply made her way to her sleeping bag, blushing fiercely.

Bella took a deep breath and stepped into the light of the living room, blushing at the sound of all the guys' breath catching. She walked, seductive over to Jasper, planting a kiss on his cheek as she plopped onto his lap. She blushed, if possible, even more, hearing Emmett wolf-whistle. She buried her head in Jasper's shoulder and he kissed her hair.

E POV

I suppressed the growl that was rising in my throat. I rejected the sudden need to hit someone. I shuddered, closing my eyes and exhaling. Christ, what was WRONG with me? I was too overprotective over someone that wasn't mine. I was this much away from losing myself.

3rd Person

Alice stood up, conveniently placing her rear end just below Garry's face, and she meant it, too.

"Ahem... Now, I have mentally composed a schedule for tonight. First, we have the Games such as Pass The Polo Mint and Seven Minutes In Heaven. Then we have the contests, like who can kiss for the longest amount of time, or who's the best at DDR and Guitar Hero. After that, we'll do karaoke. Finally, we'll watch a few movies until we fall asleep."

If that room was anime, you would have seen everybody sweat drop.

How was it? Good? Bad? So-So?

The chapter was called Torture because Bella hate makeovers. I realise she didn't put up much of a fuss in this though. Ah, well, it's a fanfiction, I can do what I want.

Well, since I got six reviews, how about six for this chapter too? They give me inspiration.

And, yes, I know this appears completely irrelevant, but it's just building up, I swear!

Also, I'm thinking of doing a Death Note fic at some point...

See you next time!

Your dedicated author, J-I-S-H/Hilary