A/N: Hmmmm, so what should happen next? I'm thinking we need a little girl time!

Chapter 12

"Come on babe, you gotta get up." Alice whispered pulling on my arm.

I broke from my thoughts and was vaguely aware of my surroundings. Salty tears blurred my vision and I try furiously to wipe them away as silent sobs overtook my body.

"What's wrong with her?" I recognized Rose's voice.

I felt as if I were going into hysteria. My mind was leaving me and I could only think of what I wanted to do, then what I needed to do. The choice between hurt and pain, good and better. Neither way would I win. If I went to Stanford I'd get my dream and Rachel would inevitably get Edward. If I went with Edward… I thought back to the past week… Rachel might still get Edward.

"Maybe you should slap her." Emmett interjected and the yelling broke the haze around me.

"No, I'm up." I said miserably as I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes. I stretched my legs out and heard them pop from not being moved for a while. I stood up and headed out the door. I was unsuccessful in my quest because Jasper blocked the exit with apologetic eyes.

"I think we need a girl's night out." Alice said

"I agree." Tootsie said coming into the room and glancing at me suspiciously. "Go on and get Nancy, the boys and I can watch the girls."

Alice and Jasper exchanged a silent conversation and he nodded once. Rose stood on her tiptoes and Emmett leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips. Then each of them turned toward me and hooked their arms around mine, one on each side.

"Na-ncy!" Alice's singsong voice called over the clearing. I spotted Nancy playing volleyball with a group of girls around her as they bumped the ball back and forth.

"Al-ice!" Nancy called back in the same singsong voice.

"Girls night!" She called waving her over.

Nancy excused herself from the game and skipped over toward us. "What inspired this?" She asked in a delightful tone. That's what I really liked about Nancy. She was a very happy person and she got along with pretty much anyone.

Alice shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm feeling some taco bell!" She smiled knowing it was my favorite fast food restaurant.

Nancy nodded. "I could go for some cheesy potatoes and chicken tacos." Nancy didn't eat red meat.

We made a beeline to the cabin and soon Alice was ransacking our clothes looking for appropriate outfits for all three of us. The plan was dinner, shopping, and then possibly dancing if we could find a good place and some cute boys. Of course, I was a little bias on to what I thought was cute.

Alice somehow made four areopostalish shirts in different bright colors materialize from out of her suitcase. She tossed one to each of us and without question we grabbed some jeans out of our suitcases and a pair of shoes out and headed toward the bathhouse. Alice instead she do everything, that meant hair and makeup.

Apparently it was themed girls night out.

EPOV

"I can't believe you're making me go to the freakin' hospital!" Conley complained from the backseat.

"Tell me about it." Rachel huffed from next to me. I expertly maneuvered the car down the winding road.

"You had a reason to go." Conley snapped at her.

Rachel ignored her comment and leaned up to turn the radio on. She flipped through a couple of stations till she found one. "Hey, I forgot about this station." She smiled as I noticed a punk version of "Livin' on a Prayer".

"We've got to hold on, to what we've got." I sung with the band.

"I love this song!" Rachel and Conley both said at the same time.

I shut my mouth and Rachel opened hers to sing. She sung with the lyrics and I had never heard such a sound. I found myself staring at her in awe. Why had she not applied to Julliard with that voice? She should at least try American Idol or something.

The song came to an end and she looked at me. "Oh my God Edward!"

"What?" I asked as I shook my head trying to get the rampaging questions under control.

"Watch the road!" She screamed in horror.

I glanced back at the road. "I am watching the road." I paused. "Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" I asked vaguely aware that Jake and Conley were talking in whispers in the backseat.

She shrugged. "I thought you knew."

I looked at her full in the eyes. "Why aren't you going to Julliard with Conley? You know you could get in."

She tilted her head back toward the window and seemed to be looking through the dense layer of trees. "My parents taught me to live on stability." She answered simply.

I guess I could understand the point she was coming from. Of course any parent would want their child to rely on stability. I knew Rachel came from a middle class family. Her mom worked at the courthouse and her dad was a corrections officer at the prison. Her dad was also the music minister at their church. Money wasn't like it was in my family. I strongly believe my parents would teach stability if they didn't have the money.

"Besides, if Rachel were in any of my classes then I'd fail in comparison to her." Conley joked from the backseat.

Rachel leaned up to change the station and a new hit came on that no one recognized. Rachel's eyes fluttered from sleep depravation and I saw Conley not so subtly snuggle into Jake's arms. I listened to the thrum of the engine and swerved around the sharp curves.

BPOV

"Mary Alice Cullen, I am NOT going out in public like this." I screamed at Alice as I examined myself in the mirror.

"I agree." Nancy said as she came out looking similar to me. Alice had done our hair in a crazy emo fashion. I'm sure she used a whole can of hairspray to make my hair stay on top of my hair like that.

Rose came out looking like Nancy and me, but yet she still looked amazing. Her blonde hair was messily arranged on top of her head as ours was and she wore the exact same outfit as us except she had a different color shirt. We all had different color shirts.

The shirts were different colors with colored bubble letters down the side and across the bottom. Alice had somehow managed to make four pair of skinny jeans appear and also four pair of matching flats that all matched our shirt colors. She was amazing.

Alice held the flat iron in her hair and sprayed the hairspray all over her head. The potent smell filled my nostrils and I started coughing. It was that kind of hairspray that just begged for o-zone layer depletion.

"Ready girls?" Alice asked as she pulled the utensils from her hair.

We nodded and followed her back to the cabin in silence knowing that we wouldn't be able to win the fight. We gathered our purses and cell phones and I took a deep intake of breath to see if I would be able to make it.

"Um guys?" Nancy asked when we reached the parking spaces.

"Yeah?" Alice asked turning around to look at her questioningly.

"What car are we taking?" Nancy asked a little puzzled.

Alice scanned the cars until her eyes landed on Conley's Camaro. "We'll take Conley's car." Alice grinned walking toward it.

Nancy stopped in her tracks. "Um, er, Alice?" She asked a little hesitantly.

"Yes dear?" Alice asked. I could see the annoyance in her eyes.

"You do know we can't take Conley's car right?" She asked as if Alice were stupid.

Alice shrugged. "The keys under he license plate. Why can't we?"

Nancy shook her head in either defeat or amazement. "It's your head." She said while following us to Conley's very expensive car.

I climbed in the back with Nancy and Rose took shotgun. Alice's thin body slid into the front seat of the Camaro and she glanced back at Nancy.

"Don't worry Nancy, I drive like a pro." She winked and then stated the engine. The car came to life and Alice pressed the gas pedal a couple of time and we listened to the car rev. I knew there were only three possible outcomes to this night.

One, Conley would catch us and kill us.

Two, we'd end up drunk and in jail.

Or three, we would actually have fun and that this night would be a night to remember.

I looked up and met Alice's eyes for a long second. The glint in her eye told me she was betting on outcome three.

A/N: Ah, so I started this yesterday but I just finished it today. I write best really late at night, which doesn't make sense because I'm so tired, it's not even funny. 5:50 am comes early in the morning and I wake up every morning at that time.

Hope it doesn't sound like mush.

Kayla