A/N: (sing-song voice) I'm…back!

Thanks again for all your reviews. Really love you guys. Anywho, I figured it was time the girls started freaking out about Bella's outfit for the big date…oh, and our favorite love birds are gonna run into each other…maybe. Read on to find out.

I had a review telling me that the person had been waiting forever for an update, so…I updated! LOL. School's crazy, giving us like, SEVEN freaking hours of homework! I know.

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I promise to write longer chapters from now on.

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MATCH MADE IN HELL

CHAPTER FOUR: ALI, YOU PROMISED!

Bella's POV

It was sometime after the girls dropped the big bomb on me, and I was still staring out into space. Rose nervously waved her hands in front of me while Alice considered calling her dad, Carlisle, who's a doctor.

"Cut it out," I snapped, finally seeing through the haze that had enveloped my mind. "I'm fine!"

They breathed a collective sigh of relief, then went straight into business mode.

"Are you okay?- Rose.

"Do you like him?"- Al.

"Are you going on Friday?"- Rose.

"Oh, we gotta go shopping!"- Al-wait, did she just say shopping?

Rose appeared to share the same sentiment, because we both glared at the little pixie at precisely the same second.

"What?" She shrugged innocently. "You're going on a hot date, and I just know that you didn't pack a proper outfit. And since the rest of your wardrobe is miles away, back in Yale, there's no way you're getting out of this." She reasoned.

Rose and I shrugged at each other. The girl had a point, if nothing else. But where in the world- actually, scratch that, where in Forks- were we going to find the perfect outfit?

"Where in Forks are we going to find the perfect outfit?" Rose muttered, and they plopped down on my bed on either side of me. We were deep in thought when Alice suddenly jumped up and exclaimed "Light bulb!"

I giggled. Ever since we were little girls, we had this odd habit of shouting "Light bulb!" whenever we had an idea. Hey, cut out that weird look. It's not our fault that cartoons decided to use a light bulb whenever the main character had a genius flash of inspiration.

We eyed her speculatively. "We'll shop online!" She exclaimed as if it were the most obvious solution ever. Which it was, actually. But…

"But, Al," Rose said, echoing my thoughts, again. I swear the girl's a mind reader. "It's already Wednesday, and her date's on Friday. Do you think that gives us enough time?"

"Money is time," Alice said wisely, and with that, I dug out my laptop and we lay down side by side on my bed, spending the rest of the day browsing through clothes.

By dinner time, we were exhausted. In our defense, staring at a brightly illuminated screen for hours really does drain a lot of energy.

Since this was Forks, after all, and it was just a coffee date, I'd settled on a pair of skinny jeans from Guess, and a cute little knit top from Armani, along with high-heeled boots from Guess, too. Of course, we'd stumbled upon quite a few gems and precious finds, so we were expecting quite a delivery the next day.

I didn't quite fancy shopping, but this type of shopping was so much better, because one: Alice couldn't drag us into inappropriate stores to piss of the salespeople, and two: Alice couldn't force me to spend hours in the changing rooms. Yeah, it was all about Alice.

Edward's POV

Thursday.

It was Thursday, and I had successfully calmed down and accepted my fate. Okay, so the last was a complete lie. I was overjoyed!!!

Bella's always been a big part of my life. I just can't forget her. Even when I was at college, screwing around with all those ditzy blondes (no offence to all blondes, but Tanya's a blonde, right? So don't get your pitchforks out just yet.), Bella was the only girl on my mind and in my heart. Corny, I know, but terrifyingly true.

I sighed, and started the engine of my Volvo. Alice had slept over at Bella's last night, along with Rose, and the house was eerily…quiet. Of course, there's always Emmett, but he's still moping around, waiting for Rose, so that's a no. Esme was baking- again-, and Carlisle was at the hospital, so I'd decided to go out to the coffee shop just off the highway, near high school.

The drive there was filled with Claire De Lune- the melody always helps me think. So, Bella's not a goody-two-shoes, and she's super hot, and clever, and the nicest girl ever. Oh, did I mention hot? Yeah…and I've got a date with her tomorrow, thanks to Alice. Hmm…I should get her a little thank you gift…

By now, I was sitting down at the corner of the coffee shop, hidden from view. I could see who was coming in, but they couldn't see me. My laptop was running, so I decided to get Alice that pair of Jimmy Choos she's been lusting after.

The bell rang as yet another person came in for a morning break, and imagine my surprise when the person turns out to be none other than…Bella. I was at a loss. I hadn't seen her since last year, and we'd barely talked. Was I supposed to call out to her? But Mike Newton made the decision for me as I caught him checking out Bella. A twinge of jealousy pinched at my heart (weird sensation) and I got up to the counter to tap Bella on her shoulder. She spun around, her face annoyed, as if she was going the punch the daylight out of the person that had interrupted her order, but it instantly turned to surprise.

"Ed…Ed…Edward," She stuttered.

"Bella." I smiled.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned, and I could hear the curiosity in her voice.

"Why don't you sit down with me, and we'll catch up?" I suggested, pointing out my table. She nodded, and picked up her mocha latte before turning around to follow me. "I see you still have an addiction with Benji's mocha latte, huh?" I joked. She blushed and looked down at her drink. I sat down at my previous seat and motioned for her to do the same. She sat down instantly, as if her legs were worn out.

Bella's POV

I giggled. Edward's head turned up at that, and he looked at me, silently asking me what was so funny.

"Ali's gonna murder me," I blurted out. He chuckled. I scowled.

"And what makes you say so?" He questioned, gazing straight into my eyes. Did I ever mention Edward's eyes? Green and dreamy and captivating and hypnotizing…Oops, I better answer him.

"I'm…I'm not supposed to be here," I explained. "Since, technically, we have a date tomorrow." I blushed. Argh! I hate it when I start blushing…

He smiled, but kept the chuckle in this time. "So, Bella," Just the sound of my name on his tongue sent shivers rolling down my spine. And those ain't shivers from the cold either. "What have you been up to these past, oh, two years or so?" He smirked. I flushed. For crying out loud, did I have to resemble a damn tomato every single day of my life?!

But truthfully, it was my fault, I guess. I'd promised to call, to text, to e-mail…but I never did. I never picked up a single call, I never replied a single text, and I never read a single e-mail. Okay, so the last one's a lie- I did read one of his e-mails. Then I freaked out, because the e-mail sounded so…alien. As if I didn't know him…as if he were simply a stranger to me. And I just…I couldn't let Edward become a stranger to me. I was way too obsessed…okay, major embarrassment, but it's true- I'm obsessed with Edward Cullen. It sounds stalker-ish, but it's better than facing the true truth- that I was in love with him. Which I was not. I think…

I can't…Wait, did I just admit that I was in love with Edward Cullen??? Edward freaking Cullen, hottest guy ever? Edward Cullen, my best friend since the age of 3? No way…this is the perfect recipe for a sliced and diced heart. No way was I allowing myself to go through that pain.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, tears welling up. Tomorrow was going to be a catastrophe, I could just feel it. I would be awkward and un-interesting and beet-red, and Edward would be laughed at for going out with me. Edward would hate me, and resent me…and he would never want to see me again. I almost shuddered at that thought.

"I'm sorry." I apologized again, getting up.

And so, I fled from my favorite coffee house, leaving behind a very confused Edward.

Ta-daa!!! I know, not the greatest, but I'm on a deadline…bla bla bla…seriously, I don't even know why I wrote that ending instead of a happy one, with them sipping coffee and confessing their eternal love for each other…whatever.

Hope you all like it anyway…See you soon…which maybe tomorrow, or next week…sorry, finals' are starting soon.

Xoxo,

Nessie.