A/N: This chapter goes out to MyDirt09. Read and review? Enjoy!
Poll: You voted Jasper's instrument to be a flute. The harp and the lute were tied for second, and the pan flute came in last.
New Poll: If you could compare Rosalie to a famous blonde bombshell, who would it be? Many options. You need to know who at least one is.
Trivia: In the original version of "The Ugly Duckling" the duckling died of sadness after watching his brothers and sisters become swans.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Duck, Duck, Swan
"It won't look good."
"How do you know?"
"Because I do."
"You never even tried it on yet."
"So? I know It'll look bad."
"Bella, stop whining and try it on."
"Alice, if I put that on, it'll look like I'm wearing a dead animal!"
"It's not an animal. It's a dress. Now go try it on already!"
Getting aggravated, Alice shoved the dress into Bella's hand and pushed her into the dressing room, slamming the door.
"Change. Now." The pixie-like girl demanded in clipped words.
There were sighs and shuffling sounds coming from inside the small cubicle. A few minutes later Bella emerged looking like an angel.
The dress Alice had insisted she tried on was constructed of satin and sheer, covered completely in white fur and feathers. By all means, the dress was something that should be worn down the red carpet, not to a petty high school dance like Alice had intended.
"This look ridiculous." Bella deadpanned, glaring at her best friend.
"No, it doesn't!" Alice gasped, stepping closer to admire the dress.
"I look like a duck. And ugly duckling." Bella continued, swatting at the feathers.
"Don't say it!" Alice reprimanded. "You're living up to your name! You look like a swan!"
"An ugly duckling!"
"A swan!"
"Ugly duckling!"
"Swan!"
"I'm not wearing this to the dance." Bella stated.
Alice sighed, almost in agony. "It was worth a shot."