I just realized that in my last author's not I made a fool of myself. Just ignore that last part of the author's note. It doesn't mean anything! I was just thinking about something else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Walgreens.
Ch. 2
BPOV
"We could go to the store and demand a refund," I suggested, playing with a strand of my hair while Lauren paced madly in front of me.
"Yeah, we could, but I want my pictures!" Whine, whine, and whine. That was all this girl could do, huh?
"Then let's go." Chuckling, I stood up and stretched. I grabbed my purse and walked to the door, motioning for her to walk outside.
"Does this mean that I have to cancel my date with Eric?" she asked, throwing her head back and groaning.
"Only if want those pictures," I said, placing a hand on my hip.
"Fine," she huffed. She paused and turned around, glaring at me. "We are taking my car. I will not be seen in a worn down ketchup colored vehicle." She stalked outside, scowling. I saw her pick up her phone, and make up some excuse for Eric. I smiled. These must be some important pictures.
"You keep telling yourself that," I grumbled, locking the door, making my way to her car. "Maybe I don't want to be seen in a bubble gum colored vehicle."
As I slumped in Lauren's pink Cadillac's leather seats, she told me how upset she was. As if I didn't even notice.
"I hate Memphis. I hate Walgreens. Actually I hate the Memphians that work at Walgreens. They are all so weird, you know, Bella?"
"Well, no, not exactly, Lauren. They are just like us in a way. Besides, if you don't like it then why'd you move here?"
"Hmm… good point. I still don't like them, though. They mix everything up!"
"This is the first time. The cashier was in a hurry. He needed to somehow get the guy with the hangover out of the store," I reasoned.
She sighed, defeated and grinned, shocking me with her mood change. "Was the guy with the hangover cute?"
I laughed. That was just like Lauren! "I guess. He had a good body but his face was in his hands the whole time."
"Shame. I want to know what he looked like. I think I'd like him."
"We don't even know the guy. The only thing I know about him is that his name is Jacob. Nothing else. What happened to being upset over Eric?" I asked, holding back a set of giggles.
"Jacob," she said, letting his name roll off her tongue. "He sounds like a partier, just like me." She paused and changed the radio station. "Eric wouldn't have lasted long. I've just had a boring day."
I raised an eyebrow. "When do any of these guys last longer than three days?" I asked incredulously, resting my head against the window.
"Felix lasted for two and half weeks," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, how long that is!" I exclaimed, feigning interest.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. When was the last time you had a date, Miss Wise Eyes?"
"A month ago when you set me up with Mike Newton from that sporting goods store next to that really good Mexican restaurant. He was the guy who puked on me at the movie theater." I grimaced. He ruined my favorite jeans.
She gasped, jumping slightly. "I remember him! He's the one who sent you flowers and sorry notes for a week."
"Yep, that's him."
We fell into a comfortable silence after that. I flipped through the pictures, noticing that most of the pictures contained Mister Mysterious, short little pixie girl, and the old man. There were two with three others added in. There was a tall, beautiful blonde girl, a younger looking blonde guy, and a man who looked like a body builder. But nowhere in the entire stack was a mother-looking figure.
I was unintentionally jealous. I didn't know if either of the girls was his girlfriend or wife. It made me want to beat someone up — mainly the two girls in the picture. Maybe even Lauren for getting me into this mess.
I didn't even know the guy! I was acting like Lauren! I shouldn't be mad or jealous of anybody who I don't know. Most of all, I shouldn't resort to physical violence as a distraction for anger. It wouldn't fair to the poor person that it would be inflicted upon.
"Bella, we're here," Lauren said, poking my shoulder. I hopped out of the car, and accidentally bumped into the silver Volvo next to me. I looked over it, hoping that there wouldn't be a mark. Lucky for me, there wasn't.
I followed slowly behind Lauren as she walked to the picture-developing corner, disgruntled. I handed her the receipt and package, telling her I was going to by a candy bar. This day had been tough enough. I needed to relax. Sadly, I knew the possibilities of that happening were zero to one. On a good note, chocolate could always help, no matter the cost.
I glanced around the candy isle for the bar I wanted. I sighed happily as I reached for the Kit-Kat.
I swirled around, changing directions and leaving the candy isle. I didn't feel like finding Lauren quite yet. I decided on prowling around the store to make sure I didn't need anything.
I stalked over to the facial care products first, crossing my fingers, hoping that Lauren wouldn't find me in that isle. I'd rather be found eating dog food. No, really, I would.
There, a small girl greeted me. She looked very much like the pixie girl from the pictures. "Hi! My brother—I mean cousin—is being a huge asshole right now. He won't help me look for zit cream. He says I don't have any pimples. Of course, he isn't a girl so he wouldn't notice this over-flowing bump on my head that could very likely resemble Mount Vesuvius." She pointed to her forehead where a tiny red dot was forming. I cringed at the thought of the words pimples and Mount Vesuvius in the same sentence.
"I do to notice it, but it isn't a big deal, Alice," a vaguely familiar voice mumbled. I looked up, gasping. Could my day get any worse? In a way, my jealousy was a little let up, knowing that the pixie was his sister. Now my only competition was Blondie.
Shut up, Bella! He's spoken to you to you two or three times tops! I'm hearing wedding bells! I thought sarcastically.
"Jasper noticed, Edward," Alice said, pouting. My brain started doing summersaults. I knew Mister Mysterious's first and last name now. Edward… It suited him nicely.
Edward put his arm around her, and gave her a hug. It was then that I noticed he was still wearing his Incredible Pizza polo. Oh, how I wished I were in her shoes! "It's a freaking pimple, Ali-phant. If Jasper likes you as much as you say he does then he won't care about it. If he does then I'll just beat him up for you," he said encouragingly. I felt as if I were intruding on some private family moment.
I looked down at my shoes awkwardly, waiting for the moment to be over and done with.
I looked up a few seconds later to see if they were done.
I blushed when I realized that Edward was staring intently at me.
"You're the girl who tripped on me this morning!" he exclaimed. Wow. What a great way to be recognized by an extremely hot guy.
"Yep," I shrugged, "that's me."
"You mean you're the lady with my pictures?" Alice asked. "But you're not a blonde…and you're not hanging off some poor guy's arm."
I laughed, nodding my head. "That was my best friend Lauren. I—"
"Bella?" A shrill, girly voice asked. "Why are you saying my name in front of strangers?" I didn't answer Lauren right away, knowing that she would soon see who the people were.
Her gaze shifted from me to Alice and then to Edward.
She squealed, clapping her hands together. "Damn, Bella, he looks billions of times better than you described him to be! I could've thought of a thousand words to say about him from the pictures, but now…oh, now I can think of so many more!" she gushed. I blushed madly and hid behind Lauren who was practically drooling on the poor guy. I really shouldn't have mentioned him to her.
"Screw Eric, I want him," she mumbled breathlessly. Honestly, when she said that, I wanted to tackle her. You know, start one of those really stupid catfights that you see on TV.
"Edward, it's Blondie! She has our pictures! Hand them over," Alice ordered, sticking her hand out in front of Lauren. Edward reached into his pocket, and took out another package. He handed it to me. I wondered if there were any pictures of me in there… Probably not, I hated getting my picture taken.
"Wow," Lauren said, digging into her purse. "You guys are lucky they didn't give me a refund." She placed the pictures carefully into Alice's hand.
"Thank you! Today is Edward's dad's and my uncle's birthday. We were—I mean we are— going to make him a scrapbook. I was so scared that we wouldn't get them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Alice squealed, skipping over to hug us both. She glanced into Lauren's open purse and reached into it, grabbing a picture. "Why was there a picture of Edward sitting on rock in your purse?"
I giggled quietly, hoping it would overturn the small need in me to run Lauren over with a car for keeping it. If anyone should be stealing pictures of this God-like creature, it should be me. No, no it shouldn't, Bella. I mentally scolded myself. What the hell was wrong with me today?
"Uhh…I guess it slipped." Liar, liar, pants on fire! Even Jim's cat, Fluffy, would know Lauren was lying.
"Yeah, yeah, right," Alice murmured sarcastically. "Anyway, back to zit cream. This thing isn't getting any smaller!"
Edward groaned and followed after Alice's skipping form.
He paused and looked over his shoulder, smiling a dazzling crooked grin. "Thanks for giving us back the pictures."
"No problem," Lauren said, raising her hand to wave at him.
Today could easily be mentioned as the best day of my life.
I like Edward's nickname for Alice. Ali-phant. Like elephant. You get it. No?
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