Hello to my faithful reviewing people and you are the best! Not so happy with the people who didn't review, but- hey, it's the holidays and I should be happy now!
I had lots of complaints about the transformer in the last chapter though, which was disappointing and upset me a bit, and guys- if you don't like it, say it nicely to me- not just, "the transformer is gay" like someone wrote to me…But anyway, here is the next chapter!!
Alana xxoo
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B POV
"La la la laaa!" Rosalie trilled in her beautiful voice softly, dancing into my room and opening the curtains briskly. The light hit my closed eyes and I could see red. I slumped pillows over my head and tried to get back to sleep. I knew that déjà vu was about to hit me from the day before. But before I had time to wonder how I ended up falling asleep in Rose's room and waking up in mine, my covers were pulled back from my head and Rose's voice chimed dangerously into my ear:
"Isabella Juliet Hale," she joked pompously in an english accent, "You are insulting my enhanced intelligence by pretending to be asleep and are detouring from a very enjoyable outing which shall commence on-"
"Oh shut up, you poof," I groaned as I was thrown out of bed. Rosalie looked me up and down and then announced that even though I had got out of shopping yesterday, it was now Saturday and there was no escaping it now, no matter how hard I tried.
A fine struggle on my part then proceeded, and finally I succumbed and, groaning with effort, Rose pushed me out the front door, into the car, and locked it.
I tried many times without success to dislodge the car door or to find some way out of it, but nothing would budge. "Damn it!" I exclaimed, slumping into the car seat in frustration.
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R POV
I hummed in content and satisfaction as I danced up the stairs to my room. Missing school was fun yesterday, and Bella and I had such a fun time! Even though we had never got around to shopping yesterday, we would today, and I was going to make Bella so pretty that guys will love her, and bother to write her notes, not me.
But what to wear today? I mean, I couldn't know who I could run into, I guess it might be best to be safe. Bella said my problem was that I was too insecure with myself and relied too much on what other people thought of me than how I really felt- inside.
But it's not your fault! A tiny voice inside myself argued. Bella doesn't know, she was too young, she was never-. I cut my thoughts off, forcing the horrible pictures submerging from the corners of my mind to retreat, and to not bother me anymore.
I grabbed my transformer (now disguised as a mascara pen) and it got to work. I sighed sadly, and, once again, hid Rosie away and submerged into the dark world of Rose Hale, the star in every boy's lust-filled dreams.
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B POV
I was getting really impatient now. Really impatient. Rosalie has taken almost- what was it?- 10 minutes to get herself ready, and hasn't even let me brush my teeth!
I sighed as she ran out of the house, locking the front door behind her and clambered into the car. She quickly started the engine and drove out of the driveway. We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence that lasted 5 minutes until Rosalie, getting impatient, stopped it.
"Don't start, Bella!" she warned, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
I sighed and turned away from her.
She was always like this when she has been under the transformer.
I hated it. I reckon that there are some pretty serious hormones and chemicals involved with it, and that it is dangerous for Rosalie.
Really dangerous. And she doesn't even know it.
After a while, we arrived at the shops. Now I'm not the only one whose life is in danger…
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Rose parked the car after about 20 minutes of hard core searching for a park. And all that time, I was cunningly thinking of strategies to get me out of shopping:
Stay in the car
run away
Make Rose go to a great shop, like Dior, where they hate ugly people and will chuck me out straight away
go to a huge department store and make a run for it
pretend to get sick
go to the toilet and never come out
So, by the time number 1 failed, (Rose dragged me out of the car, kicking and screaming), I was still pretty confident that I could get away. Some hope.
Rosalie took me by the hand, and when I proceeded to attempt number 2, I turned around and spotted the school vice principal right behind us. And she continued to follow us until we reached Dior, where Rose barricaded me in a change room and handed me over 20 items of clothing at once. Well, to be fair, she didn't actually hand them over to me. She chucked them over the side so that I (sitting stubbornly in the corner of the room) was greeted by a stack of flying clothes.
I will still have the scars when I'm 98, I thought dismally, nursing a bruise as Rose shouted over the door, "Careful, there's another lot coming up!"
'I told you shopping was dangerous,' I muttered to myself. 'I'm covered in bruises, head to toe, and haven't even tried on one piece of clothing!'
Rosalie, apparently, loved seeing me in Dior, so she demanded that I try on everything she gives me, (or throws at me) and parade it in front of her. It was so embarrassing- one of the staff actually gasped when she saw me in a midnight blue mini, I guess she has never seen an ugly person before.
8 hours and 8047859292052 items of clothes later, Rosalie announced that there were too many clothes shops and too little time, so we would continue our search for clothes tomorrow.
I sighed in relief when Rose mentioned that, and collapsed into a chair. She then smiled and said: "So we shall just have to pamper you at the beauty parlour!" thus omitting more protests from me.
I guess we must have looked odd. Rosalie, resembling a supermodel, walking confidently towards the best beauty parlour in the state- in this seasons latest, and me, ugly and awkward, shuffling dolefully behind her- and, did I mention?- 23 guys walking hopefully behind Rose, carrying her bags.
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We finally reached the parlour, Stylist, and Rosalie pushed me firmly into a chair when I muttered feebly: 'I don't feel well, Rose.' A member of staff came to us, positively bouncing with joy as she introduced herself. "I'm Alice!" she said hyperactively. She had a sweet-sounding voice, and looked friendly. "What would you like done?"
Rose answered for me, sensing that I was about to say: 'Um… nothing.'
"Well, this is for Bella here, never been to a beauty salon before. We'll have, first, deluxe makeover, hair wash, hair…" I zoned out of her recital, it was all going to be extremely painful for me.
Anyway, I think Rosalie had stopped talking, because Alice nodded, smiled and ran to the back of the shop, emerging somewhat later with a trolley full of equipment.
"So, where are you from, Alice?" Rosalie asked. "I haven't seen you here before…"
They rushed into animated conversation- Alice was talking so fast I could barely distinguish what she was saying, but I caught that she had just moved here, she had 2 brothers, and was dating a guy called-"
"Oh my god!" Rose screamed animatedly. "Jasper's my cousin, right? Jasper Hale, right?" Alice nodded and the girls squealed and hugged each other.
R POV-
I was so excited to have met Alice. We almost were related! She was really nice, and lived quite close to Bella and I. I sensed a shopping buddy!
"So, do you like shopping?" I asked, hoping for a yes.
"No," she answered and Bella smiled up at her. I lowered my head, very disappointed.
"I LOVE SHOPPING!" she screamed- and I laughed. Now Bella was the one rolling her eyes, disappointed.
"But I also love designing clothes and all of that stuff. I love doing make up, too- as you can see, I think I'm quite good at it. I could spend months on one big shopping trip, doing make up and hair, finding clothes, designing them, and-"
"And I could too!" I giggled, happy. Alice smiled and then chattered away about Jasper, curling Bella's hair absent-mindedly.
"So does he still have that hair?" I asked. She giggled and blushed timidly. "I love his hair," she said, as if in a daydream. "It is the colour of honey, and it's so soft…" Bella smiled up at her, happy to be listening to something other than shopping. "It's so soft… exactly the softness of this year's Dior handbag collection!!!" We screamed again and laughed.
"Closing time!" the boss called down from her study. Alice gasped and then said- "Rose, I'm sorry, we've run out of time! But I would love you to come over to my house for dinner tomorrow night, you can meet my parents and everything! Bella can come too, as well, and we can makeover her in the night! It'll be soo much fun!"
"Tell you what, "I said. "We're going shopping tomorrow for Part 2, so you want to come? At 10:30 AM, my place."
Alice nodded frantically and we exchanged phone numbers and addresses in excitement. I gave er one last hug, joined Bella by the entrance of the shopping centre, and ran to the car. When we both were firmly buckled in I said: "Bella, wasn't that so much fun? And to think we can do more tomorrow! We also get twice the amount of time we had today- and when we get to Alice's, we can give you a big makeover! I can't wait, can you?"
Bella glared at Rosalie, groaned and slumped into the car seat. To her, it sounded like the living death. 'I want to die!' she groaned.
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So how was that guys! Not too bad, eh? I am now officially on holidays and will dedicate myself to writing- if I get reviews! Come on guys, it's easy! This chapter took me at least an hour to write, is 4 pages and consists of 1,800 words in total! So make my day, and if I get enough reviews, Edward, Emmett and Jasper will be in the next chapter!! OK??
Please review and ask me any questions you have about this or any of my other stories! I love reviewers!!!
Thanks guys,
Alana xxoo
PS: Who liked my take on Alice??
