The sweet smell of cinnamon rolls roused me out of my sleep the next morning. I opened my eyes to see a bag from Cinnabon and was temporarily lost in the moment.

At that point I remembered all of the events of the previous day. I considered going back to sleep and not waking up but something told me that my roomates wouldn't allow it.

The clock on my nightstand read 9:30. I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for the brown paper bag. As I looked inside I saw a godsend in the giant Cinnabon sitting in the bag. I wanted to thank whichever one of them brought me breakfast so I got up and walked to the living room. They weren't there or in their rooms so I gave up looking and returned to my room, Cinnabon in hand. I sat on my bed and was just digging in as I heard a small knock on my door.

"Open the door Bella."

I got up and opened the door to see my pixie standing on the other side. She was smiling like she was in on some big secret and I wasn't.

"Good morning! "How are you this morning?" she asked happily.

If I was speechless when I saw her yesterday then I was dumbfounded now.

"Well, I'm fine thanks for asking," she said with sarcasm. She pushed past me and plopped down on my bed. She rolled around for a second before sitting up on her elbows and staring at me with an excited expression. "So what's on today's agenda?"

I was still speechless as I stood there looking at her in awe. I squeezed my eyes shut, counted to 5, and opened them again and saw that she was still there.

So I wasn't imagining her. I knew my imagination wasn't that vivid. She really was here now, therefor she must have been here yesterday.

"Hello… earth to Bella." Her voice brought me out of my thought as she snapped her fingers in front of my face. I was suddenly no longer speechless.

"What happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"What happened yesterday? One minute you were sitting right next to me and the next you and all of our souvenirs from yesterday were gone. What. Happened?" I was serious and she knew it, I could tell by her expression.

She was silent for a moment before she spoke. When she did she looked directly into my eyes.

"I'm not supposed to be here Bella. I promised I would leave you alone but…" She looked down as if the carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

"Promised who?" I asked in a slightly more demanding tone then I had planned on. Before I could apologize she was on her feet with a smile plastered on her face.

It was unsettling to say the least.

"Answer me Alice."

She began to sweep around the room pretending to pay attention to all the knick-knacks I had around the room but I could tell she was avoiding me.

"Well, I'm leaving."

I sat up to get off the bed and as soon as my feet touched the ground she grabbed my hand. She stood in front of me, staring deep into my eyes. Her eyes were filled with a sadness I probably would never understand. It took all the protest out of me.

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Bella." Her voice is full of a deep emotion I can't begin to understand.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I want to make sure you're okay."

"You aren't making any sense." Was it just me or was she speaking in code? We stood there for another moment or two before I decided to let the subject drop.

"Fine," I sighed. "I'll let it go for now, but I will find out eventually."

Immediately her face brightened and I was positive she only paid attention to the first part. Her plastered smile was back but it had a more realistic touch to it. She turned around and pranced out of the room as though nothing had happened.

"If you would not dress like a slob today I would be very much appreciative. We've got plans that don't involve ratty sweats," she called over her shoulder.

I scoffed to myself. Only Alice could go from a deep, almost heartfelt moment to a to mocking me about clothes in less than a second.

20 minutes later I walked out into the living room freshly showered in jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. They were clean and it was definitely an upgrade from my normal attire.

Alice was going through old albums on my laptop. Coming up behind her I could see that they were pictures from the beginning of freshman year. A photo of Bex, Morgan, Me, and a few other people when we pulled our first all-nighter for midterms came up. We all looked intoxicated from sleep deprivation making me laugh. Alice turned around to look at me.

"Good memory?" she asked.

"Yea. That was when I discovered how difficult it is to pull an all-nighter without caffeine and sugar."

"You seemed a lot happier then."

"Well," I sighed, "it was easy to find distractions then." She turned back to the screen and stared at the picture more before closing the computer. She stood up so that we were face to face.

"I guess this will do." She said as she appraised my outfit of choice.

"For what?" I said picking up my bag.

"For the special surprise I have for you, Bella." She smiled at me.

If I'd only known what she meant by surprise.

A/N: Thanks for those of you who are sticking with me. I know it might seem like I've given up on this story but I haven't. I refuse to. So just bare with me.