Wish Upon A Star Chapter 5

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A: Hello? Anyone there?

B: UUUUUUuuuuuuuuuOOOOOhhhhhhhh...

A: Huh? BA, why are you staring at me like that? I'm trying to write a disclaimer here!

B: ... hehe ... Str – str- Strigoi ... tehehe ... Volturi ...

A: BA, what did you do? If it's what I think it is ... you evoked the Strigoi/Volturi again, didn't you? Who did you blame this time? It better not have been a reviewer ...

B: Oh no ... it's not a reviewer ...umm... don't worry about it.

A: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *glares enough to melt steel* TELL. ME. NOW.

B: Ok, I'll tell! It was ... uhh ... you.

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Song: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

One week without seeing him. One week, seven days, one hundred and twenty eight hours and ten thousand and eighty minutes without hearing his voice, and I'm already counting. After that fateful day in the Cullen's living room, I have been sitting at home very spare minute, watching the clock and replaying the scene in my mind. I'm like a broken movie, playing the same scenario over and over, going through the details and wishing things were different. I've always been a could-have should-have person, not a doer like Alice, and now more than ever I know this is true. But it doesn't change the fact that he, the guy I had barely met and was already in love with, couldn't be bothered to say anything but the word 'okay' while I was with him. It hurt like a train had run through me.

I had forgiven Alice for putting me in that situation, but even she couldn't comfort me as I sat in Charlie's house, pretending like nothing was wrong but still thinking about all the things I could have done one week ago, and now could never do. In my mind I would go back to Edward and demand to know what his problem was, to get him to realise that I needed him to acknowledge me. But I know I could never do that.

The phone rang, its trill resonating around the empty house, and I debated whether or not to pick it up. Would it be Edward? No. So what was the point? It could be Charlie, but I didn't want to be pitied right now, hearing his voice soften when he talked to me made me feel like a child again. I was the one who was looking after him, not the other way around. I sat there and let it ring, a call that went unanswered. The phone switched to message bank and I still sat, motionless as a voice came, tinny from the old speakers.

"Bella? It's Alice. Get up NOW! I know your moping about Edward and I want you to stop. Now. Lets go down to the mall in Los Angeles, I want to shop and Rosalie won't come, she has to babysit Jazzy. If you don't say yes I will come to your house and ... tickle you to death! So get up and get dressed! No, on second thoughts, don't, I'll come over and dress you myself! Oh, some Prada would be nic – " Her monologue was cut off by a loud beeping, showing that her message time was over.

Huh. So Alice thought she could stop the pain with some retail therapy. It was so typical of Alice it almost brought a smile to my face, but then I thought of how Alice would probably want to go over exactly what happened when she had left us together, and even though she knew that it wasn't good I didn't want to talk about it.

But I did need to get out of the house ... and maybe, deep down, I wanted to be comforted by Alice in the distracted way that only she knew how. And so I sat, waiting for her to arrive and begin a better type of torture.

I was happier by the time Alice arrived at my door, finally ready to leave the Edward debacle behind me. Come what may, I could always just hide from Edward, I decided while sitting there. We'd never crossed paths before, so why should we now? It tried not to think about what my life would be like if Edward didn't feature, but I found myself dwelling on it way more than was necessary for my plan to leave him alone as he so obviously wanted me to.

The doorbell rang, and in the midst of a whirlwind of bubbly activity there was Alice. She ran faster than I thought was surely possible, simultaneously throwing me a bunch of clothes, erasing her message and giving me a hug, while never rumpling her shirt so as to warrant a need for extra ironing. It was typical Alice. Her very presence created a rush of busy joy.

"Ok, Bella, go upstairs and put this on, no arguments, you're wearing it so you might as well just go with it. " Damn. Alice was always doing this, making me wear things like too-short dresses and high heels when she knew full well that I would never even go within a mile of those sort of things in a supermarket. "I'll stay down here to get the full effect, and make a list of what we need to get. And we need a lot, so don't think you're getting out of it soon. You will look beautiful before we go, if it kills you!"

"Don't I get a choice?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but it was worth a try.

"Oh Bella, you know the answer to that. Now get upstairs before I chase you up." Her voice was pitying, but hard, as she reconfirmed her orders.

I trudged upstairs in resignation, all thoughts of Edward pushed to the back of my mind. I silently slipped on a white dress shirt with a lace trim and some navy blue jeans with matching bowed ballet flats. To touch it off, Alice had included a silver locket and charm bracelet which, of course, matched perfectly with the whole ensemble. As much as I hated to admit it, I particularly liked this outfit that Alice had chosen. It seemed to show off my personality, or what I perceived it to be. I did my hair in a quick pseudo-bun, turned around in the mirror a few times, and then went downstairs.

"Perfect, as usual. I am a genius, now let's go!" After Alice had appraised my 'look' we got in her car and drove to Los Angeles, and the local mall that it provided. As we drove she didn't bring up Edward once, which was impressive for her. I was touched that she was suppressing her interest so I wasn't hurt, and I wanted to make her happy too. So when we got out of the car and into the shopping mall and I watched her face light up with glee, I too suppressed any comments I might have made.

After half an hour of strolling the windows on the esplanade, Alice was ready for something more. "Ready to go?" Without waiting for my answer she grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, only her firm grip keeping me from tripping over my own feet. As she blew through the insufficient stores and leisurely perused the shops of higher quality, I wondered where this was going to end. Would she go all out and just buy the store? She probably could if she wanted to. I sighed as she, yet again, pulled me into a change room to try on dress after dress. It was near to the end of the shopping trip, when we were at the more rouge part of the mall that specialised in skateboards and baggy clothing – and short shorts. That was why we were here.

Alice was eyeing up what was dubbed by me as a 'barely-there-pair' of blue shorts when a shadow was cast over us, filling me with a foreboding sense of dread. Alice whirled around and stifled a gasp, which surprised me. She hadn't planned this? I guess she had given up that phase of her plan. I turned around slowly, trying not to turn on my heel and run full pelt in the opposite direction.

He was here. At the mall. Edward was here. It was like some cheesy twist in a bad Romance novel.

"Hello, girls. What a surprise to see you here."

The funny thing was, he didn't seem surprised at all.

A/N: Okay, thats it! Review, review, review! I will stop updating if I don't get at least 10!