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Well, I presume that after you read this chapter, you're all going to go "Oh, I know where this story is going. LOL yay." Hahaha. Well if you really think that you know, my dears I assure you you're wrong. Unless you're secretly Edward Cullen and you can read my mind. In that case, you know what's going to happen. Shhh. Don't spoil it for the others. =)
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I stared at the little woman that was Edward's sister. She was going through my closet quickly. I could see the frustrated look that painted her face. With just one glace at what she was wearing, I could clearly tell our styles were completely different. The closed she had on were short and cute and revealing and looked like you had to peel them off at night. My wardrobe consisted of long sleeves, sweaters, and whatever covered up as much of me as possible. I didn't give a shit what I looked like. I knew I was just ugly. That's it. No point in trying to hide that behind cute clothes and makeup and all that crap.
"Bella…." She sighed. "What are we going to do with you? You have nothing to wear. Nothing. This is horrible. That's it. We're going shopping." She decided. My eyes widened at the fact of shopping for TWO days in a row. My eyes turned to the clock. It was noon already? How long were Edward and I laying there?
"Alice, I really don't think that's necessary-"
"Nonsense, Bella! None of these clothes are right! We NEED to go shopping. You can't wear any of these if you want to impress Edward." My mouth dropped.
"What are you talking about, Alice?" I asked, defensively. She didn't know me. She had no idea how I felt about Edward. Edward was a stranger. Edward was…nice. He made my bad dreams go away that one night, and the time at the restaurant…
"Bella. It's pretty obvious. You love him." I stood quickly and crossed my arms. She looked at me and waved her hand dismissively, waving off my anger and turning her attention back to the closet. This girl was so…so annoying….was she really Edward's sister? It was hard to believe.
"What proof do you have of that?" I asked angrily.
"Oh, please! We walked in and you too were staring at each other like you'd found a way to fuck each other with your eyes." She looked back at me, taking in my wide eyes and shocked expression and returning it with a sly grin. "Well, anyway. I can tell Edward likes you." No. That was impossible. He didn't like me. Even if he did, that would soon change. Everyone starts to hate me soon enough. It's just how it goes. No one likes an emo like me. No one. And especially not Edward fucking Cullen.
"What proof do you have of that?" I asked again, angrily. This little pixie had no right! No right! She just walked in here and criticized my clothes and told me that people liked me, when I was sure that was impossible!! Impossible! I wanted to tell her off, right then and there. But my tongue tied. I thought back to what Edward had said earlier: It's best to give into her now, rather than say no and then finally agree after she throws a tantrum. Well, that's it. I was trapped. I could tell Edward nor myself would want to deal with a tantrum. Even her husband looked a little scared by that situation. Was it really that bad? Sure, she was getting pissed now, because of my clothes. But could it really get that bad? Edward must know, it's his sister. I pictured in my head Alice, this short little fairy girl, yelling at Edward and Jasper, two grown men. To my surprise, I let out a little chuckle.
"You say something?" She called back to me, obviously preoccupied with her task at hand.
"U-Uh, no." I answered back, deciding not to pursue the answer to my question. Edward Cullen didn't like me. And that was the end of that. And if he did, I'd probably eat a hat. Cause no one likes Bella Swan. No one.
She threw something onto my bed. It was a sweater. It was burgundy and long sleeved (that goodness) and was….ugh, V-Neck. Edward talked me into/forced me to get it. I agreed begrudgingly, knowing in my mind I would never wear that. Ever. She then tossed a simple pair of jeans onto my bed. Thank goodness that's all I had.
Alice closed my closet and looked to me, pursing her lips "That'll have to do. Get dressed and put some makeup on and then we'll go!" She chirped.
"Makeup?" I'd never even attempted putting makeup on. Whoever thought stabbing your eyes with a pencil and putting weird paints and substances on their face needed to be examined. Alice looked at me like I needed to be examined.
"Bella, Bella, Bella…" She sighed and pat her purse "Good thing I have this, or we'd be in serious trouble." I stared at her purse. What could be in there. I had a feeling it was makeup. Might as well have been a gun.
A half an hour of her trying to make me look decent with the use of fancy high end makeup products and I protested she stop. After 10 minutes of whining, she agreed. Not even the most expensive makeup could cover a face built on ugliness and depression. My hair was limp and lifeless, not even styling creams and gels and other useless items could lift my mud brown hair off its roots. I looked disgusting. But, Alice didn't think so.
"Alice, I'm not going out with all this crap on my face." I said, feet planted firmly on the ground and determined to not move from this position until she'd put the makeup away.
"But, Bella, you look gorgeous! The sweater brings out your eyes, and so does the eyeliner. You look pretty. I'm sure Edward will think so too." She chirped, emphasizing his name.
I shook my head, but reluctantly let her get away with going all Picasso on my face. She took my hand and opened the bathroom door, dragging me out and looking to the guys, who were droning out in front of the television. The news reporter's voice blared out of the set, and the concerned looks on Edward and Jaspers faces forced us to silence as we listened along.
''Tonight at 11, more news on the serial killer shaking the Seattle area. While his identity is unknown at this time, it is known that he has killed seven people. The latest being yesterday morning in a Port Angeles residents home. The killer has been known to strike in Port Angeles and Seattle alone, but it is unclear where he will strike next. It is known that he drives a Black Ford Sudan with tinted windows. News on this story is coming in as we speak, and we'll come to you with that as soon as we can. I'm Ashley Storm, with the channel five news.''
"Huh," Alice mumbled, "That's strange…" Her voice must've snapped the boys out of their trance, because they looked up at us immediately after.
They both smiled and stood, but that was the only thing their actions had in common after that point. Jasper walked over to Alice and took her in her arms, looking to me "You look very nice, Bella," then returned his gaze to his wife. Edward walked over and looked at me, a crooked grin playing at his lips. It was as if he could read my mind. He could sense my uncomfortable-ness…and he found it amusing. I stared at him and he stared back, having a conversation with our eyes. He was teasing me. I was blushing. When was the last time I blushed? My hand moved up to my cheek and rested there, as if making sure the blush was real. It was.
He was making me blush. Edward fucking Cullen was making me blush.
But there was something else in his eyes. An underlying tone of some other kind of expression he was conveying but trying to hide. What was it? Whatever it was, it made me want to squirm in my place and look down. I didn't know what to say. But what was it? What did his eyes say?
I couldn't get that out of my mind as Alice took me shopping. Looking at clothes. Thinking about Edward. Trying on clothes. Thinking about his eyes. Checking out. Thinking about his smile. Edward, Edward, Edward. What are you doing to me?
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