This is the same as the chapter 2 I posted a few days ago, except for the ending. Someone pointed out that he couldn't sleep, which I had forgotten, so I changed it a little. You might wanna reread that part if you have already read the rest.

Song: Touch Down Turn Around by Hellogoodbye. Very cheerleader…

Chapter 2: Abercrombie, here I come.

Alice had turned her entire room into a clothing store. There were racks and racks of clothes throughout the room. The bathroom was set up as a salon. Had she really done this in only a few minutes! No way, she probably saw it in a vision and set it up a while ago…

Suddenly Alice was there, "Hey, Emmett!"

"Um… hey."

"Ok, what do you wanna do first, hair or clothes?"

"Clothes?" I asked, unsure.

"Good choice. Ok, here we have some jeans," she pointed to a rack on my right, " and here are the t-shirts." She pointed to another shirt. "Just go through everything and pick what you like! I'll return all you don't, so don't be shy!"

Scared by her exuberance, I jumped a little. "Uh… ok…"

"Ya know Emmett, if you want to be more preppy, you have to be more outgoing and sure of yourself, right now you seem pretty emo. That ain't good." She gave me a pep talk that showed me the bigger points of prep/prettyboy.

After Alice's little speech, I was ready to shed my Emo for good. I dove into the clothes.

And hour later, I submerged with a huge pile of clothes consisting of mostly Abercrombie or American Eagle clothes. With a little Hollister thrown in there.

Alice clapped and did a little cheer when she saw my pile. "Eeeeeeee!"

Note to self: look to Alice for preppy lessons on behavior. She seemed like she knew how to do it like a "prep" or "popular."

"So, Alice, what do you think?"

"Eeeeeeee!!!!!!" She squealed again. I took that as a good sign.

"You like?"

"Um. YEAH! I'm so proud of you Emmett!" She said, having an Esme moment.

"You said that when I decided to go Emo."

"Yeah, but this time I mean it."

"Oh, well that makes me feel special."

"It should," she said. "Now sit down." She pointed at one of the salon chairs.

"Um, Alice, why are there two chairs?"

"Cuz, I'm getting my hair done too, no duh."

"Who's gonna do mine?"

"Ima." A tall pretty girl walked in.

"'Ello, Meester Emmit. How aare you tooday?"

"Um, good."

"See Em, she will do your hair while Alexandra does mine!" Alice said, another tall blonde walked in.

"Soo, Meester Emmit, how do you want you haar?" Ima asked me.

"He wants it blonde, brownish blonde, with golden red highlights," Alice informed the stylist.

"Do I get any say in this?" I asked.

"PHs! No! You'd ruin your hair. Trust me on this."

"Fine." I mumbled and sat back in my chair. Alice smiled and started speaking rapid Russian to the two girls. I understood none of it, which shows how much I learned in 12 years of 11th grade Russian…

Ima took my hair and started to wash and shampoo it.

I put my headphones in and blasted the music: The All American Rejects. Hair was boring, I zoned out for the entire thing…

Hm? You likee? I hope you do. So yeah, just review please, I don't feel like writing a long note I'm sure no one reads. Tootles.