Wow. I know. It was like I disappeared. I'm sorry. I think I have the writing bug again. I hope this installment will hold you off until I can update more stories. Love dove, XOXO :)

A sleepover with Alice is a living nightmare.

She went through the usual methods of torture, namely, painting my toes a vivid and gaudy shade of pink, watching chick flicks, and finally talking about the dreaded subject: my love life. Correction, my lack of a love life. She always jumps into that subject head first.

Just like my mother. She's mostly old fashioned in the views of marriage. It seems like all she does is rag on me about not having a new beau and always commenting on Mrs. So-and-so's daughter and how many dates she's had in one week. I mean, it's not my fault that the male population ignores me, and how her friend's daughter is a sleaze bag.

Alice gave me an exasperated look. "Bells, were you even listening to a word I said?"

"Shoot, I'm sorry Ali, I was out of it." No duh. "What was it that you said?" I replied politely.

"I said that you haven't had a boyfriend in 5 years!" Well, she was right. I haven't even had a date in, oh, 6 months? I lost track. "I'm beginning to think that you're a lesbian! No offense, but, jeez! How about that yummy roommate you have? Just play around on the field, ya know? You don't have to marry the guy! Just a few simple dates would do. I know how he's always flirting with you."

Whoa, hold up! That had to be the shortest speech she has ever given to me. She kept rambling on about Edward and how I should blah, blah, blah. She rambles pretty fast, it's like a slurring and hum of words. I closed my ears to her and nodded my head several times so I would look like I was paying attention.

My mother. Huh, I wonder what she's doing right now. Could she be with her newest beau and catch, Phil? All I know about Phil was that he had a killer body, was a baseball player, and that he was way too young for my mother. He's nice though, so that's okay, I guess. He can keep up with my mother and her various fads.

Alice was waving her tiny arms around in the air, emphasizing something that I didn't hear. Sounded like, "Jasper something, something asked me to something him!" Huh. She was squealing too fast in her lilting pixie way.

"Can you say that again, but without the hyper speed please? I couldn't understand a word you said."

"Bella, I said that Jasper asked me to move in with him! How could you not understand that?" She gave me her puppy eyes, and I felt guilty.

"Oh my, what did you say back?" I asked back feigning interest, already knowing that she accepted his proposal.

"Well, I said yes, of course." Of course. I felt a pang of hurt knowing that she was leaving me behind again. She was the girl who got her period first, who got her first kiss first, who had her first boyfriend first, who had sex first, and now she was the one who moved into her boyfriend's place first.

She was outgoing, cute, smart, coy, and everything a guy looks for. I don't like self-pity, so I felt disgusted at the jealousy and other emotions.

"Good for you, Ali, I'm happy for you." I was truly happy for her happiness, as a good friend should be, and she knew it.

She gave me a back breaking hug. I love this pixie.

The rest of the night went on and on before I finally fell asleep listening to Alice's tiny snores.