Hey again! This was part of the PTB writing challenge and this was number 9. It's fun and short. So the norm! I won't even say anything about the prompt, because again I don't remember. Boo.

Thank you kitchmill for always helping me! You're amazing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, and I just learned that it may have been a fan fiction sorta.

The pink walls of Jessica's room normally made me comfortable. I grew up knowing that her room meant all nighters and manicures, all that fun girl stuff we would do. Her room was the place that held a lot of memories for me, like my first prank phone call or the first time I told anyone I had a crush on a boy at school. This was the room I would share my secrets in and not have to worry about what would happen.

But today, it seems like the room is all wrong. Instead of the stuffed furry animals that slept on Jessica's bed, she has different throw pillows of various shades of pink. She even got adventurous and added some leopard print to her pillows. The walls didn't hold flower posters anymore; posters of One Direction and Justin Bieber smile back at me. Instead of dress up clothes in her closet, Jessica has clothes of every shape and size, and she is throwing them all out onto the floor.

I must not have noticed that we were growing up so fast, but when I take the time to actually look around her room, I see things are changing.

"Bella, you're like almost an adult now!" Jessica says while chomping on her bubble gum. Her teeth are making this annoying smacking sound, and I try not to cringe.

Rubbing my hands over my face I shake my head. "No I'm not, Jess."

"You're going on a date with a senior! A senior!" She hops up and down with excitement, almost as if she was the one that was going out with the hottest guy in school.

The hottest guy in school.

Edward Cullen.

My palms start getting sweaty and my stomach churns with anxiety.

"I think I found the perfect thing for you to wear," Jessica squeals as she throws me a smile over her shoulder before she goes back to her clothing search.

"Why can't I just wear my normal clothes?" Looking down I see my faded jeans and my white v-neck shirt. I don't think I look too bad. If he asked me out when I looked like this, then why couldn't I just wear this?

She scoffs as if my idea is absurd.

"You look like a boy in that outfit. We need something that will enhance your boobs."

My hands shoot to the girls and I feel my stomach spasm with fear.

"Why would I need to enhance my boobs?" My voice is quiet and shaky, but Jessica hears me still.

"Because senior boys want to touch boobs. It's like common knowledge." My shocked expression makes her continue. "You're so lucky I have an older sister, Bella, because our freshman knowledge would get us nowhere."

"Edward Cullen wants to touch my boobs? But I thought he just wanted to see a movie!"

"You thought wrong. It's the boobs he wants." Jessica seems so calm as she tells me this. "Like they say, you only live once."

"You only live once, but that doesn't mean I have to get felt up in a movie theater!"

I feel seconds away from a panic attack. I don't even want to touch my boobs, so why would he?

Jessica rolls her eyes as she spins around and hands me shoes and a dress. "Try that on. I wore it in six grade. It's bound to be super short!"

Looking down at the purple dress, I can feel that I'm in way over my head.

I'm going on a date with Edward Cullen, in a short dress, to the movies, and he wants to touch my boobs.

Holy shit.

Maybe I am becoming an adult.