Chapter 2
"My vision was wrong!" Alice announced the next morning.
She bounded down the stairs as only Alice really can and sang her news to the entire Cullen clan. We were all huddled in the living room around Carlisle, listening to his plans to avoid a big fight with the Volturi.
"What?" Carlisle yelled.
"I guess I was wrong, Alice said, "Sometimes I'm wrong you know. I'm not prefect."
Rosalie scowled. She hated everyone. Exceppt me apparently. When I went to talk to her last night she was nowhere to be found. Not even Emmett knew where she went. I knew she was just avoiding me because the didn't want to talk about what happened in the Friendlys (**AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you haven't read chapter 1 you should because it explains what happened in the Friendleys).
I was even surprised that she came to the family meeting. Edward said that she usuall skipped those. I figured that she would extra want to skip this one because I would be there. But we like really needed to talk. You don't just have sex in a Fridneklis and not talk about it even if you are dating. Which we totally weren't. I was dating Edward. Tha's why we needed to talk.
"Even if the Volturi aren't coming to attack we need to figure out why Alice would ahev a vision like that," Carlisle decided, "It's still troublesome."
"Why don't you go ask them?" I suggested.
"We don't want to bring any unnecessary attention to ourselves," Edward explained, "Besides the Volturi probably don't even know why they were going to attack."
"Maybe sending a liason would be good," Crlisle stroked his chin, "Bella and Rosalie should go."
WHAT?!11! Why us?/?! He could send anyone ehlse, he could even go himself. He and Esme would probably be much better received by the Italian vampires than us would.
I looked over at Rosalie. She was brooding. So was Edward. He probably didn't want me going anywhere without him, much less into a feeding den with the Cullen who hated me the most. Rosalie would probable try to help if Aro turned around and decided he wanted a delicious Bella snack, but was if Rosalie also decided she wanted a Bella snack? What if we checked into our hotel and she decided that she never wanted to leave it? It would be just like the Friendlis again and I wasn't ready for that. Even though I enjoed myself.
"I guess we're going to Italy,' Rosalie said once the meeting was adjourned.
"I guess we are," I said back.
"We'll have lots of time to talk on the plane," she whispered, "And in the hotel."
Sunded like I was in for quite the trip. I wondered if there were any Friendlees in Italy. Probably not but Rosalie didn't seem to care. Did I care? I did. A hotel was wayyy nicer than a cheap chain diner which was more well known for its ice cream than actual food. And the ice cream wasn't even that good.