Okay… I am soooooooo sorry about the delay in updating lately.
Don't hate me too much! Anyway…ON WITH THE SOTRY!
I stood in the doorway looking at probably the biggest closet EVER! It was about fifty times my closet, no lie. I even think that he had Alice beat.
"Wow, I think he has me beat," Alice said as if she read my mind. There were two racks running all the way around the closet, an upper rack and a lower rack. It looked as if there were wooden shelves, at least two meters wide, separating the racks at evened spaced intervals. On the upper rack, it looked like all of his shirts, and on the lower rack, it looked like all his pants. On all of the shelves, were shoes. There were lights that looked as if he were showcasing his wardrobe. What you could see of the walls, were a tan-like color.
"Is it possible for one man to have so many clothes?" I wondered aloud.
"I don't know. How come we never knew that he had so many clothes?" asked Rosalie.
"And shoes," Alice added.
"I have no idea but, come to think of it, I don't think I have ever seen Edward repeat an outfit," I said.
"I have," Alice said.
"I haven't but I never really pay attention to what he is wearing," Rosalie said, obviously.
"That's because you are too busy looking at yourself," teased Alice and Rosalie shrugged. I started to look through the beginning of his closet. There, I recognized some shirts that I have seen him wear. The whole closet smelled like him. life is so unfair! Between the top and bottom rack I noticed a long narrow drawer. When I opened it, it revealed rows of sunglasses. I picked up a pair and put them on and looked in the mirror that was so conveniently placed right by the sunglass drawer. I didn't look to bad in them but I didn't think that they were the right ones. I kept trying on sunglasses until I found a pair. I kept them on and continued on down the rows of clothes. I passed T-shirts and nicer shirts but what caught my attention were the sweatshirts. There were sweatshirts that were all different colors. I picked out the most comfortable looking one and slid it on over my outfit and continued down. Just when I thought I was doing a good job of walking without sustaining any injuries, I kicked a box on the floor, which caught my foot and hit the floor.
"Hello floor, so we meet again," I muttered before sitting upright.
"Are you okay Bella?" asked Alice form across the closet.
"Yes," I replied. I was curious as to what I tripped on so I slid over to the box and opened it. In it were pictures. Tons of pictures. On top, there was a picture of me. I was wearing my trusty sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts. It was then that I realized that I still had that sweatshirt. I wonder why he hasn't asked for it back yet, oh well, I am not complaining. After sifting through a few of the pictures on the top, I decided that it would be way more fun to look at them with him so I put the lid back on the box, got up off the floor, and kept going down the row.
"Oh my God! Bella, come here, now," Alice called.
"Okay." As I approached Alice, I could see her holding something colorful behind her back and Rosalie cracking up beside her. "What?"
"I think I found what Edward wore in the eighties," she said, stifling laughter. What she pulled out from behind her back was probably the ugliest item of clothing that I have ever had the disgrace of laying my eyes on. It was probably about 25 different colors. It was short-sleeved, button down and ugly!
"Oh my goodness, I have got to get him to model that for me," I managed to gasp between fits of laughter.
"Do you think he wore that shirt with these?" asked Rosalie, pulling out a pair of bright purple, bell bottom pants from off the rack.
"If he did, I would strangle him to death, if it were even possible. That is a fashion sin!" Alice exclaimed.
"What would he wear on his feet? These?" I said, showing them a pair of neon yellow pair of bowling shoes. That caused us all to laugh even harder, if that were even possible.
"Oh, you guys, I have to pee. I will be right back," I said as I made my way to the bathroom. When I was done taking care of my business, I re-entered the closet.
"Oh Bella, we found an outfit that we thought you might want to see. You might actually reconsider marrying Edward after you see this one." Rosalie said while trying not to laugh.
What she pulled out from behind her back was the most horrific outfit I have ever seen.
Sorry it was some-what short but this chapter made me really excited about this story. I love trying to come up with outfits from other decades. It is really fun. Now what kind of author would I be if I didn't share the fun with all of you lovely readers? Send me a review or a message or something with what you think would be an outfit that is totally not Edward but would be funny to see him in, preferably from another decade like the fifties or the seventies or something. You will get credit. (:
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