Chapter Fifteen: Alice's Alcoholic Storm

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APOV

My matchmaking skills are a-maze-ingggg. Last week I was helping Bella with what to wear for her dinner date at Edward's house and this morning I am tossing up over whether Bella wants white flowers, blue flowers or a mixture of both.

Oooh I like mixture.

Note to self: Mixed flowers for Bella's wedding.

Another note to self: Pale pink and yellow flowers for my wedding.

Gosh, it's difficult planning for two weddings. But totally doable.

Alice's plans are epic. They never fail.

I looked at the clock in my office and realised it was just past 10am and I hadn't even seen my dear Jasper this morning. I needed to rectify that.

I got up, straightened my shirt, and skipped into the kitchen where Jasper was cooking up a storm for lunch as well as making virgin cocktails.

I love me some bartender on my sandwich.

Jasper was chopping up tomatoes and roasting them in a frying pan. I tiptoed behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his lower back.

"I know where you live," I whispered. I felt Jasper shake slightly with laughter. He turned around slowly, placed his hands on my hips and bent down to whisper into my ear.

"I know where you sleep at night."

"I know where you work."

I smirked. I needed to win this little teasing argument. "I know what you did the summer between middle school and high school that still makes you sleep with a teddy bear named Cletus. I have the photos to prove it. Oh, and if you try and find them. I have copies."

"You are borderline stalkerish," Jasper murmured as he leant down to capture my lips with his.

After I had finished putting the clean dishes away from the dishwasher I eyed the lamp next to the couch when suddenly an excellent, as usual, idea popped into my head.

The entire group, all six of us, should gather together at Bella's house and have an amazing time together before going back to work tomorrow.

I'm usually aid Bella in the roster for her restaurant, and I may or may not have made it so that the five of us were all off on the same day. And Edward, owning his own restaurant, could take the day off.

He better, I thought as I shook my fist at the lamp, pretending it was Edward.

Well, it was kinda bronze in colour.

I waltzed toward the land line phone. I picked it up and pressed number three for speed dial to Bella's land line.

She picked up on the fifth ring. Tut tut. She's getting unfit. I have timed how long it could take to run from anywhere in her house to the phone in the lounge room. She should be able to do it in three rings or less. Four if she has something broken or sprained.

"Hello Alice," she said into the phone. Oh, at least she wasn't out of breath.

"How are you hunny bunny?" I said sweetly, trying to suck up to her.

"What are you trying to suck up to me for?" Oh my. I think I'm losing my touch.

"Well fine then. I'll cut to the chase. How would you feel about all six of us coming over later this afternoon to hang out at yours? I'll bring Chinese."

Bella hesitated and then replied, "Hmm... I don't know."

I whined. "But Bella! You owe me."

"What for?"

"Remember the time when I helped you complete that thing you needed help with to hand to someone else to hand to their husband to hand in to his boss so that he could get time off and take her out on a much needed date?"]

"Aw damn. Yes i remember that."

"So we on for this afternoon. We'll be round around 5pm? I'll bring Chinese and we can have an earlyish dinner and then chill."

Bella sighed loudly on the other end, "Sure."

"Love you!" I exclaimed as I placed the phone back in its cradle.

Jasper locked the car as I walked up Bella's driveway; my arms full of Chinese and the Nintendo Wii game 'Cooking Mama'.

What? Most of us work in Bella's restaurant. Thought I might as well match the game with our occupations.

As I pushed open the front door with my hip the cheering began.

"Pixie has food," Emmett laughed loudly.

"Pixie has a name," I glared at the big oaf.

Rosalie came up and helped relieve me of some of the Chinese take-away containers.

"What did you get?" she asked me.

I took a big breath before I began. "Curry beef, chicken chow mien, three large tubs of fried rice, sweet and sour pork, sizzling Mongolian lamb, curried vegetables, and some coconut chicken and noodles. Ooh also a bag of those friend prawn chip thingos."

I walked over to the kitchen bench and placed down the Chinese. Everyone grabbed a plate and started a production line where everyone got a bit of what they wanted, within reason, and then we sat on the floor around the coffee table in the lounge room and ate.

God, I love me some MSG.

"I wuv Chiuneze," Emmett exclaimed as he had his mouth stuffed full of fried rice.

"Nahh-Uuhh," Jasper said as he stuffed his face full of curry beef.

Dear God, you think they were four, and not like twenty seven.

Chinese makes me thirsty. I rose out of my seat and told the group that I was heading to the kitchen to grab a can of lemonade.

All three of the guys simultaneously asked if I could bring them a beer.

Stupid men and their beer. I will never understand.

Bella and Rose got up to help me as carrying three beers and my can of soft drink may prove to be a difficult feat.

As we walked back into the lounge room we heard a clap of thunder.

"Let's get this cooking sesh on the road!" Jasper shouted. Chinese makes him louder than usual. Must be that MSG.

Emmett smirked his evil smirk, Edward smirked his crooked smirk and Jasper smirked his Texas smirk.

Smirks galore.

"So keen to play against Alice," Emmett grinned.

"Bring it on Shrek."

"Bring it on Puss in Boots."

"I take offence. These are not boots, they are heels!" I exclaimed wildly and pointed at my amazing shoes.

"Whatever. Let's get to cutting some fake food!"

A flash of lightning could be seen through the curtains.

Five minutes later Emmett and I were battling it out with having to shift the Wii remote to melt the butter and make sure it covers the entire pan. The quickest person wins.

Which, by the way, was totally me.

Emmett huffed. "I'm better at chopping and cooking when it involves knives. You saw me finely dice that onion at the beginning of the recipe. Even with fake, sharp knives I can chop insanely fast!"

Another clap of thunder could be heard; louder this time.

"At least he doesn't run the risk of chopping off his fingers in the game," Rosalie mumbled to herself.

We had to pause the recipe as Emmett had to go to the bathroom and 'show a man about a dog' as he called it.

Didn't really want to know that.

Jasper and Rosalie were in a heavy conversation about who's going to win the next weekend's football match. I turned my head slightly and noticed Edward and Bella sitting closely on her three seater couch.

How cute.

Note to self: Begin to prepare their slideshow to be shown at their reception. Ooh and begin to take photos for the aforementioned slideshow.

Flash of lightning occurred, interrupting my internal monologue.

I wandered towards the kitchen again looking for a sugary snack. I looked into the fridge and noticed a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka. Oh, that may come in handy one day. I then looked into the cupboard and found an unopened packet of Sour Skittles.

Oh, yes! Sugar here I come.

Twenty minutes later the group was watching Jasper and Bella battling it out on Mario Kart on some 'Rainbow Road' level. It was some massive strip of rainbow. I was on my way to a sugar hype so I swear, staring at the big TV screen was tripping me out.

Note to self: No rainbows of any sort at either of mine or Bella's weddings.

Suddenly a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning occurred simultaneously and the power went out.

Jasper complained. "Aw man. I was coming first! I would have won!"

Emmett began to laugh.

Bella rummaged through the top drawer of a table next to the couch. Ooh she has a table next to her couch like me.

She pulled out a candle and box of matches. After lighting the candle she handed the candle to Edward, who smiled sweetly at her. She got off the couch and took the candle back off of Edward.

All of a sudden I remembered something.

"Oh no! The vodka is going to get warm!" I cried.

"So?" Rose asked.

Jasper answered Rose's question. "Alice can't stand vodka getting warm. It's one of her weird things."

"I know how to solve the problem," I jumped up and down in Jasper's lap.

"And that would be?" Edward asked.

"To drink it!"

The rest of the group agreed.

And that, my friends, is how Emmett and Edward became engaged in a Forks versus Spoons argument and Rose and Bella compared the shoe size of the guys.

A/N: I decided to do something different and write Alice's POV. If you wish for quicker chapters, review! Thank you to all those who have been reviewing! You really make me happy when I open my inbox. Also thanks to all those who have been favouriting this story. Don't forget to also Story Alert it so that you can be notified when I update. Review your favourite line/part (:

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