OK- Hi Guys, sorry for the long wait- I have assignments (one of which i have just finished) and stuff. I have such a hectic life there is barely ANY time for writing.
Anyhoo, as Alice would say, about
the last chappie- I got some reviews, which was FANTASTIC, and more
than 50 alerts!!
But- I got 50 alerts and how many reviews- 9?
That means that 41 people read my story and didn't review. Come on, guys! Please???
OK, enough of my ramblings- here u go!!!
BPOV
Shop-ping. I separated the dreaded word into 2 syllables.
I knew it was weird, especially for a teenage girl, to not want to go shopping- but, believe me, Rosalie tortures me on shopping trips. Literally.
It was worse when she had someone else with her, a shopping buddy. But Rose's shopping buddies did not last. One reason: they did not have unlimited cash. Rose usually left her friends broke, but with some good outfits, after shopping trips. She loved showing off to her friends with her unlimited energy to go to that store, then the next one...
"Bella! It's time!" Rosalie yelled, running into my room. When she saw me 'asleep' she sighed and said: "Isabella. You complain so much about wanting new clothes and when i offer..."
"I don't complain!" i yelled sitting up. Rosie smirked and said, "So you ARE awake. I thought so. Now, come on! We need to hit Dior before peak hour."
My stomach lurched. 'Not Dior!' I thought, my insides squirming. Dior had beautiful stuff, it was true- but Rosie made me try on everything there was to try on! I would stand there, changing into thing after thing, for hours and hours....
"I am NOT going shopping," I said, running into Rosalie's beautiful princess room.
"Do not be ridiculous Bella," Rosalie said gently, shaking her curls out from her bun. "You need to buy some pretty things..."
Just then, someone knocked on the front door. I turned to get the door but Rosalie grabbed my hand urgently and whispered, "No. Not yet."
I gazed at her when she took a computer out from under her bed, switched it open and extended a telescope from the top, pointing it at herself. "Clarify subject." She asked in a clear bright tone.
'Rosalie Tamara Hale,' the computer droned. 'Currently resides at 7 Brookland Ave. Intentions: good. Phone number: 041283852. Student.'
My mouth fell open in wonder but Rosalie just nodded and quickly pointed the device at whoever was calling the bell. The computer hummed and replied:
'Jessica Anne Day. Currently resides in 54/7 Bastry Lane. Phone number: 1276534567. Intentions: cool. Slut.'
Before I could help it I laughed so hard I nearly cried. Rosalie again nodded to the computer and it jumped off her hand and once again slid under the bed.
"Quickly, Bella. I cannot see Jessica looking like this!"
I immediately gasped in shock- if Jessica saw Rosie looking like a little girl, with this room, she would crack up- and then tell the whole school and anyone she happened to sleep with. Soon the whole world would know.
"You have to deter her for 2 minutes- that is all the time I need!" Rosalie said, pushing a small pink button on her eyeliner, placing it on the top of her head.
"Wha-" I asked, forgetting to speak in my shock.
Rosalie was transforming. Her hair, once curly with a bright pink headband in the middle, was straightening and growing darker. Her headband turned into a platinum blonde streak. Her face thinned and lipstick appeared on her lips. Red eye shadow and blush appeared on her face. She motioned urgently for me to go, and I ran.
RPOV
And so here it was my most favourite part of the day. My transformation. I really wish Bella had gone when I told her to, so she wouldn't have had to see it. But I had to admit, it was cool. Oh oh- now my personality is changing. I hate this part.
Instead I looked into the mirror optimistically, and saw that the eyeliner was working on my shoes. I was elevated and realised they had put me in high black heels. Purr-fect.
I looked down and realised I was wearing Rose's favourite jeans (I had 2 names for myself, Rose and Rosie. I was never Rosalie. That was one name, one personality.) and a red top with a v-neck. It didn't go that low so I lengthened it. That's better. Everything else is- OMG- my room! How could I be so self-absorbed! My room was still Rosie's!!
Hurriedly I placed the eyeliner onto my roof using my chair and with savage pleasure watched it grow red and black.
The paint spread across the room and I watched as everything it touched became sleek and modern, either red, or black
.My beautiful pink elegant chair melted as It was touched by the mascara and slumped into a black slump chair.
My four-poster bed shrunk into a water bed with red and black sheets, and my desk completely transformed.
I hurriedly snatched the mascara from the desk and put some on every bit of my clothing in my wardrobe, transforming them into fashionable clothing.
I then grabbed the lipstick, stood on my desk on whispered instructions to it. It then did a graceful lollop across the ceiling and painted 'Rose's Domain.'
Then, as if reading my thoughts, rolled over to my door, spray painted it red and put posters of me modelling on it. Nice.
"But, Jessica, she really isn't feeling well..." Bella's voice drifted up from the kitchen and I heard Jess huff and run past her, coming up the stairs. I beat her to it, sliding smoothly down the staircase and landing right in front of Jess.
"Hey- Rose!" Jess called out, and I smirked.
"Yeah, what, idiot? Why are you disturbing my peace at 9 AM in the bloody morning?"
"Because- I did something really amazing last night," she said, waggling her eyebrows, running upstairs to Rose's room.
I heard her gasp of surprise and saw her in Bella's room, shaking her head. "This is the great Rose's room?" I rolled my eyes and she followed me to Rose's room.
As soon as we got inside I heard her nod behind me and she jumped on my bed, while I sat on my chair. She nodded once more for my room, got out her phone, and took piccis of every single corner of it. While she took photos, she spoke.
"I had the best time last night. Your room is awesome by the way. And, anyway, I did something completely new. I hooked up with this Italian guy, MezzoMoto, he was called, and after a couple of drinks he took me to his apartment. We fooled 'round quite a bit, and then..."
By this time, I had zoned out to whatever she was talking about. That is the only way you can stay friends with Jess- never listen to more than the first 7 sentences of what she is saying. I played with my hair for a bit and only zoned back when she was asking me a question.
"Rose. Rose. ROSE!!!" I looked at her with bored eyes. "Were you even listening to me?"
"Of course I was Jess. You had lots of fun, but then when you woke up he was gone." That was usually what happened- but Jess usually wasn't this upset over it- usually she loved it, she got to be with someone new every night.
"WRONG!" She yelled triumphantly. I had lots of fun, and when I woke up he was gone... but THERE WAS A PHONE NUMBER IN HIS PLACE!" She broke down sobbing.
"Jess?" I asked, confused. She looked up at me, and with many swear words, finally regained herself.
"He wasn't there- the phone number was..." I looked at her, still confused and asked her what the hell she meant.
"He transformed into a phone number overnight!" she screamed, and sobbed. I picked her up, swore, (that always helped to calm her feelings) and told her that he obviously went and left her his phone number for her to call him with.
"Oh,' she said.
"What is his last name?" Bella asked curiously. I turned around in shock, I did not realise she was here.
"Huh? Oh, Mezzomoto Plawtoh. That's his name."
"You mean the Italian Professor at our school? You GOT to be kidding me," Bella said loudly.
Jess looked at her, then me, and ran out of the house saying, "I GOTTA GET TO SKOOL ROSE! CALL YA LATER!!"
"Good job," I said, hugging my little sister.
'Thanks," Bella replied.
BPOV
"So, how did you make- this?" I asked as I was walking around Rose's room. She knew what I was talking about.
"Well, when mom and dad died a couple of years ago and you were put in my custody, I realised I had to get a job or else you would have to be adopted.
We had no money at all, and you were hungry already.
So, I researched some things, and realised that the quickest way for me to make money would be through modelling. I went to a LOT of agencies, but found the highest-paying one in the end.
Luckily for me as soon as I showed up they put me on a beach for a Billabong photo shoot.
I got half a million dollars after just one day of working, for many of the major modelling companies were there, looking for students and the right "look" of person to wear their clothes.
And I was the right look, unsurprisingly. I quit school for a couple of months and solely did modelling, you remember. I was sure you hated me for it, thought I was a self-obsessed prick, but I did it all for you.
I made so much money, millions and millions of dollars. I could suddenly afford everything, a nice house, good school fees, even the most advanced technology.
But when I arrived back at school people didn't accept me for who I was. So, I got the transformer, and it helps with tricky situations, just like you saw."
I sat on Rose's waterbed for a moment, and closed my eyes- I was thinking about so much, and...
At some point of my 'thinking' I felt the bed change, but I simply fell back into sleep.
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RPOV
It was almost nighttime. Bella had slept for so long. It was long ago I had transformed myself again and went to the video shop to get some old TV series.
I now was sitting on my chair, reading the blurbs for what felt like the 100th time. My eyes slowly closed, and I drifted towards the safe haven that was sleep.
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There you go! Did you like it? I am so sorry I did not get the shopping bit in, but I was feeling so peaceful and Rose and Bella had such a nice relationship that I didn't want to spoil it. Did you like Jessica? How about my crazy technology ideas?? I would love a transformer! I have double personalities too, and I just WANT one.
Tell me what you want in the next chapter, and it will appear! Magically!! Please review!!
Thanks,
Alana xxoo
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