hello everyone. so, it's aug. meaning i will be going back to school soon. hopefully i can done with this story before then

anyway, please enjoy this chp.

Chapter XV

(Bpov)

Most people's favorite time of the year is Christmas. Mine is a few weeks before it, which is Thanksgiving. I get four days off from school. It's also the only time of year when I get to hang out with my dad because he takes the whole four day weekend off from work. It's also the only time of the year where I can eat whatever I wanted and my mom doesn't say anything because she and my dad eats just as much.

It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I was glad my mom left us to go Christmas shopping, again. She went on Friday, but she said there are even better sales on Saturday. She was gone all day; not that I had much of a problem with. I was spending time with my dad as I sat next to him on the couch as we shared a piece of leftover pumpkin pie and watch one of my favorites from my childhood. It was only of the only traditions I had with either one of my parents – expect, of course, Renée's birthday traditions.

I was about to take another spoonful when my phone when off in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting Rosalie again. She's been texting me all day, telling me I should have come shopping with her. She was sending me pictures of things she wanted or thinking about getting someone else for Christmas.

I was a little shocked when I saw it was Edward, but not that much. He has made a habit out of texting me nowadays. If wasn't her, it was usually him. "You're still coming tomorrow?" he texted. On Monday, he asked me to come over his house Sunday. We both agreed not to meet on Friday so this was his first time talking to me since then. He hasn't told me why he wanted me to come over yet, but I can only assume it had something to do with my changes, so I accepted. I was still unsure if I trusted what he said about his sister, but I guess I would just have to wait to find out if he was right.

I gave a replied, telling him I was. "Who are you texting, Bells?" my dad, asked before taking another bit of the pie. "Rosalie?" he guessed.

I shook my head. "Edward." I corrected as I put my phone back in my jacket pocket.

"Oh, why are you talking to him?" he asked.

"He invited me over his house and he was making sure I was still coming." I answered as I looked towards the TV.

"You're going over his house?" he asked.

I nodded. "Tomorrow. It's probably about time. He's over here so often and I never went in the direction of his house. It should be interesting."

"Why are you going over there?"

"He hasn't told me yet." I answered.

"You two are spending a lot of time together, huh?" He pointed out.

I shrugged, "I guess you can say something along those lines."

He grabbed the remote and pause the movie. I looked at him. Why did he do that? "Look, Bells. I noticed you getting sort of close with him and I know he's 'super cute' or whatever and I can't tell you what to do or how to live your life. But I want to make sure you know what you're doing and that you are safe. I don't want you to get hurt because things are going too fast…"

Wait a second, were we having a sex talk. And about someone I wasn't even thinking about doing something even remotely close to…to…to whatever it is my father was talking about or thinking we were doing.

At least this was better than what my mom would say on the subject. I'm sure she would say something along the lines of don't catch feeling for a one night stand. At least he was trying to be subtle. But nevertheless, it was still a freaking sex talk.

"Daddy!" I stopped him. I shook my head vigorously. "No, I don't. Trust me. You don't have to worry. He is nothing more than a friend. He is not the one I like." I told him.

He gave a sigh, almost as if he was relieved. "That's good." He said. I nodded. "Then who is?" he asked. I wanted this to stop now. I was starting to think Edward was right. My dad didn't like him. The thing was, it wasn't Edward personally my dad didn't like; it was the thought of me being close to someone of the opposite sex.

I placed my hands on my head and shook my head. "Please, dad, we don't have to have this conversation." I groaned.

"Is he a friend of your friend's?" he asked, referring to Edward I was guessing. I nodded. "Then yes we do." He answered.

I sighed hard. "Why?" I said in a whiny groan.

"Because I know all about guys like Edward Cullen and who he hangs out with. I want to know which one it is so I can beat him if I need to." He answered.

I gave a small and nervous chuckle. "Dad, please."

"I'm serious Bella." He replied. I looked at him. "I'll find out sooner or later." He warned.

"You really must know?" I asked. He nodded. I sighed. "You know him already." I started. He lifted an eyebrow.

"I thought…"

I shook my head. "It's not Edward." I reminded him. Geez. What was with people? Why do they think I like him? I've see him at his best, worst and uncovered. He wasn't that great of a person, even when he's trying. He was a friend and that was it. However, I do find quite humorous that people think I like him, but no questions if he likes me. "Well, you of know him." I corrected. "It's Rosalie's brother." I told him.

"The Hale boy?" he questioned, to be sure I guess. I nodded. "Oh, he's nice." he answered. Again, I nodded. "But that doesn't hide the fact that he is still a teenage boy with poor control of his hormones." He added quickly.

I turned away and pushed up my glasses. "Dad, this is really uncomfortable." I mumbled.

"How do you think I feel?" he mumbled back.

I turned back to him. "He's not like that. But even if he was, you're wasting your breathe. I like him. I didn't say he feels the way I do. Not even close." I admitted.

"Why do you think that?" he asked.

"Uh…" how do I explain how high schools see each other to my father? "Well, at school, we have kind of a hierarchy." I started.

"I'm not that old, Bells. I know I how high school works." He stopped me.

I chuckled as I pushed up my glasses again. I didn't notice until after I put them back on after my contacts that Edward was correct when he said I did this a lot. That was the one good thing about the contacts; I didn't have to pushed anything or fix something. I put them in and forgot about them until it was time to take them out.

"Well, then you know that people like Jasper and Edward are at the top while I am at the bottom."

"And you think he would care?" he asked.

"Everyone else does." I shrugged.

"I thought he was supposed to be different." My father mocked.

"Like you said, he's still a teenage boy." I mocked back.

"Okay, so what if I'm wrong and he really is different?" he said. I shrugged. I would never know. Even if Edward's plan work and I look like someone new, Jasper will not notice. Not like I would want him to. "As much as I don't want you to, maybe you should give him a chance. Who knows, we both could be wrong and right about the boy." He said before getting up. "But if he turns out to be the creep I think he is, I will kick his ass if he hurts you." He threatened.

I giggled. "Thanks, I guess."

"Anything for you Bells." He said before kissing my forehead. "I'm getting tired. I'm going to bed." He said before going towards the stairs.

"I'll just watch the rest of the movie." I told him. He nodded. I had a talk about Jasper and Edward to my dad. I don't know how I felt about that or about the talk we just had. All I can say is I wish he was right, that everyone was right about Jasper thinking of me that way. I know what the truth is. Soon, everyone else will too.

XXX

It was late Sunday afternoon when Edward picked me up. Before we could leave, he said he needed to use the bathroom, so we walked back in my house. When he came through the door, my dad greeted him. When I reminded him where we're going, he said have fun, but not too much fun. I can only guess what I said about Edward last night to him didn't register quite yet. Edward grinned and gave a "told you so" when we outside.

"I don't know about this." I told Edward as we sat in his driveway. We were sitting here instead of in his house because I told him I need a breather first. His house was big looking from the outside. I wondered how big it was on the inside.

"It will be fine." He said for the tenth time. "Are you ready yet?" he asked. He also said that many times.

I looked at him. "Are you going to keep saying that until I am?" I asked. He nodded. At least he was honest. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Great." He said before we back got out the car and walked through the door of his home.

Whoa. It was even bigger on the inside. "This is where you live?" I asked in amazement. I've never been in a house as big as his. I mean, Rosalie's was bigger than mine, but his was bigger than hers.

"Yeah, it is kinda kickass, isn't it?" He boasted.

"You never fail to be as vain as I think you are." I mumbled.

He chuckled. "I will take that as a compliment." He replied.

"Of course you would." I answered.

He just chuckled back before gesturing me to follow him into their family room. "Alice, I'm back. And I have someone for you to meet." He called up the stairs to his sister.

"Really?" she answered with excitement. I wonder how excited will she be when she comes down and sees me.

He winked at me before answering. "Yes. Hurry up." He called.

As soon as he said that, I heard the quickly tapping of bare feet above us. Here it comes. When she sees me, she going to say "Ew, what is she doing in my house? I want her out. Wait until I tell Tanya about this." Blah, blah, blah. He told me she wouldn't do anything like that and that she was nothing like his girlfriend, but I truly had to wait and see that before believing it. How do I know he didn't just say something to get me here?

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." I heard her chant. I looked up and see her running down the stairs. When she got near the bottom, she looked at me. I was more than surprised when she saw me and actually smiled. O…kay. "Finally!" she cheered. I thought she would take the last few steps down. She proved me wrong when she jumped over the railing. She ran over to me. She crashed into me, hugging me.

I froze. What the heck was this girl doing? Why was she so excited to see me? Why was she hugging me so tightly? I didn't know, but I knew I was a little creped out by the whole thing, if I was being frank. "Uh…Edward…" I choked out, because she was still squeezing me.

He chuckled before grabbing his sister's shirt collar and yanking her off me. She looked at him. "Easy up, Alice. She's not use to you yet." He teased. She stuck her tongue out to him. He turned to me. "This is my little sister Alice." He introduced her. "She will be helping me with you." He said.

I gave a puzzled look. What did that mean?

"Hi." She said excitedly, which drew my attention to her. her excitement range was about an eleven and I need it at like a four. Even that would probably be too much. "I will be your official hair, make-up, clothes, shoes, and accessories advisor." Oh, so that's why he brought me here.

I looked at him. He shrugged. "I needed help, just like you did." he answered.

"Edward, please. I have been waiting forever for this. Can I please get started?" she asked him. He gestured towards me. I turned to her. She smiled. "Isabella, are you ready?" she asked.

"Uh…sure?" I didn't know what I was "ready" for. But before anything happen…"Uh, do you mind calling me Bella?" I asked.

"Bella?" she repeated. I nodded. "Yes! I love that name. It's so cute. And it fits you better. Plus, 'Isabella' is a too much to say anyways." She went on.

"Alice…" Edward groaned.

"What? It is. We all know it." she answered.

"You talk fast." I pointed out.

"Only when I'm really excited." She answered. "Now come on. We're wasting precious time." she said before grabbing my wrist. I groaned. She stopped and turned to her brother. "You're not coming." She said.

"What?" he asked.

"I want you to get the full effect too. So you will have to wait until after her make over to see her." she told him. That's what she was asking me if I was ready for. Was it too late to change my answer? Judging by how tightly she held on my wrist, I was thinking the answer was yes.

"Whatever. I'll probably be bored anyways. Have fun." He said before walking to the kitchen.

She smiled to me. "Let's go." She said before dragging me up the stairs.

She dragged me to a room. It had a bench like sofa in the middle of it, a three mirror (ones I only see in stores) a counter with tons of make-up and hair supplies with another mirror on top and a very comfortable look chair attached to it. There were racks of clothes and shelves of shoes and jewelry. It took a while for me to realize, but we were standing in the middle of a "Closet." I mumbled.

"Huh?" she asked, looking at me.

"This is a closet." I exclaimed. My goodness, these people. Who has a closet the size of my bedroom? What would one do in one this big? The clothes didn't have tags on them. So were they new or did someone actually wear them?

She giggled. "Yeah, kinda. It's more like my mom's in home warehouse. This where she puts the things she design and thinks about putting on sale. Prototypes, I guess you can call them. She usually lets me wears some things so people can see her new things."

"So why are we in here now?" I asked.

She turned to me and smiled. "For you, of course. You're going be her new model." She grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper in the room. She stopped and turned to me. She tiled her head to the left then to the right. Almost like she was studying me.

"What?" I asked. "Why was she looking at me?

"Just studying your looks before we get started." She said. So I was right. She gave a hum. "Nice height cheek bones. Pretty lips. And great eyes; of course. We all know that." she said with a smile, probably referring to the time of the month in which I didn't have anything on my face.

She pulled back from me. Thank goodness. "Okay, now take off your clothes." She stated.

"What? Why?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "So I can check you out. What do you think? I told you, I was studying, which means your body type too. So come on, off with them. Let's go." She urged.

I stared at her. She couldn't be seriously. She had to be joking. I was going to make sure. "I'm not going to take off my clothes, Alice." I told her.

She sighed. "My brother warned me you would be difficult. Just so you know, I don't care about that like he does. If you start whining and complaining with me I will just ignore you." She warned. "Fine, do you need me to take them off for you, because I will." She said when she saw I still wasn't moving to remove my clothing.

I shook my head. "No. I can do it myself." I mumbled. I was doing this for a reason. For a reason. I had to keep reminding why I'm dealing with Edward and his animated yet domineering sister and his too grant for only four people house. It was because of a reason. Jasper was the reason.

When I reminded myself of that, I pulled my t-shirt over my head before tossing it to the floor and dropped my sweatpants before stepping out them. So now I was standing in my black bra and blue and green boxer shorts, which I prefer over panties, in front of a person I just met literally ten minutes ago.

She looked down. "You have a nice stomach." She praised.

"Thanks?" I said questionably.

She leaned into me again, but this time lower. "Do you have abs?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I guess. Maybe like two or three."

"Still impressive." She said before pulling back again. She began to circle me. Then she chuckled. "Non-matching underwear." She mumbled.

"Something wrong with that?" I asked more in a snap in which I would like.

"No. I'm so used to seeing girls in nothing but Pink and Victoria Secret matching sets. I just find change a tad funny." She explained as she continued slowly walking around me. "Good shoulders. A little board, but we can work with it. Amazing legs." She stepped into front of me. "Makes me a little jealous. Do you know what I would have to do get legs like those?" she asked. I going to guess it wasn't mean to be answered.

She walked over the counter. She grabbed something long and yellow before walking back over me. "Arms up, please." She ordered. I looked at her. Why did she want my arms up? When I looked at her, I saw what she grabbed was a measuring tape. I didn't know people actually had those. I mean I knew people at stores had them, but I didn't think any person actually owned one in their house. I guess it only made sense considering what her mom did. But why did she have it now? "You have a habit of wearing things way too big for you. So I want to take your measurements to make sure I'm dressing you properly." She explained. She pushed my arm. "Arms up." She repeated.

For a reason, I had to remind myself. All of this better be worth it. I rolled my eyes and lifted both of my arms. She took the tape and wrapped it around my chest, then under my breast then my midsection, then my stomach, then my waist, and lastly, my hips. "You have great measurements." She said, after writing the last one on a piece of paper.

"Thanks, I guess." I didn't know what she meant. "Can I put my clothes back on now?" I asked her. I was starting to catch a chill. She shook her head. "Why not?" I asked.

She didn't answer as she walked over the bench that was in the middle of the room. She grabbed a bag that was behind it "I think you're around my mom's cup size. Maybe a size or two bigger, but that's fine." She said as she looked inside. She looked at me again. "I see you're the comfortable type." She noted, looking at my boxer shorts again. She hit it on the nose. I wear this because they were comfortable. Way more comfortable than panties and not as restricting. She looked in the bag again. "Where is it?" she thought aloud. "Ah." She said before pulling out some blue sheer fabric. "Put these on first." She said before tossing it at me.

When I caught it, I saw there were two pieces. I unfolded them and saw she tossed me a bra and some boy shorts. I looked at her. "Why am I putting these on?" I asked.

"Because confidence starts with feeling sexy and what's sexier than hot and cute underwear?" she said.

"You mean, I have to start wearing things like this?" I asked. There was a reason I didn't, and not because of comfort. Bras were expensive enough without being pretty and girly like this.

"Only where you're out like school or something. You can go back to comfort when you're just in the house or when your little monthly friend is visiting for the week." She explained.

"Alice, I can't wear things like this." I told her.

"You can and will." She argued.

"Why does it even matter? No one will see it." I asked.

"You have to start on the inside before working on the outside." She answered simply. What the heck does that even mean? I started to say something, but she stopped me. "Remember, I don't care about you complaining." She reminded. "There's a bathroom in the hall, right next door." She said. What, they didn't have a bathroom in here? I mean it was big enough. Surprising.

But with jokes aside, I wish they did because she wanted me to completely strip down. Even if was for just a moment, I would be bare with nothing on. "But, your brother."

"That's why he's down stairs and not up here with us. Now go." She ordered. Man, she was authoritarian.

I sighed hard as I left the room/closet to change.

A few minutes later, I came back with the things she threw at me on. She was right. If the bra was her mom's size, she was a smaller than me. I felt it and saw it in the mirror. I'm sure others would see it, even with clothes on.

When I walked back in the room, Alice was on her phone texting. She looked up and smiled. Then her eyes traveled to my chest. "Damn! Your boobs are huge!" she exclaimed.

"What?"

"Your chest, your breast." She clarified with a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "I know what they are." I told her. She walked over to me.

She leaned down and poked me. Was she seriously poking me in the chest? Yeah, she was. I felt her. She was poking me. Why the heck was she poking me there? "Are they real?" she asked. Was that why? Was I too big there? As if it was my fault.

"Yes, Alice. Stop." I urged as I knocked her hands away from me. I crossed my arms across my chest to cover myself. "What is wrong with you?" I asked her seriously.

She just laughed and stood up. "You don't know how often I hear that question." She said and walked away from me.

"And no one's found the answer yet?" I asked.

She shrugged. "They don't need too, I know the answer."

"Which is?"

"I don't have a filler." She said over her shoulder. Doesn't she know that wasn't okay? I guess she did, but was okay with it and didn't care about anything else. Okay, now I'm questioning what I got myself into. She walked over to the wall that racks of clothes. "Now it's time for your clothes." She said as she looked at them. She started shifting through them. She yanked some things off the hangers, saying no after each one. "Here's something." She said. Then she pulled out a rosy pink blouse with white buttons and a white collar to match. She held it up to herself. "This one was too big for me. Maybe it will work for you. Try it on." She said before tossing it to me.

I caught it and pulled it over my body then pulled my ponytail out the back. When it was on properly, I realized the sleeves were shorter than I thought. in fact, it was sleeveless. I wasn't use to sleeveless. I saw Alice nodding. "It's cute on you. What do you think?" she asked, for the first time tonight.

I looked in the three way mirror. I gave a turn to the left then to the right. She was right. It did look rather nice on me. Plus the fabric was soft. I turned to her and nodded. "I like it." I told her.

She smiled. "You do have style." She teased.

"Funny." I mumbled.

She giggled before turning back to the racks. This time she was shifting through the section with the jeans. She didn't take them off and throw them over her shoulder as she did like she did with the shirts. She stopped at a lighter pair. Then she yanked then off. "Here." She tossed them to me.

When I put them on, I could feel the difference from the pairs I usually wear. These were tighter and stopped at my waist with ease; unlike my last ones that I have to wear a belt, tighten to the last hole, to get them to stay up. I had to say, I was a little happy these didn't need a belt. If I was to wear one, it was simply for decoration purposes. "Well?" She asked.

I looked in the mirror again. They looked tighter than they were. They laid against my legs nicely. They also matched great with the top. I turned to her and nodded again. "I like this combination." I told her.

She giggled as she walked over to me. "It's called an outfit." She stopped in from me and examined me again. Then she nodded. "Me too. It's simple enough for a start, but nice enough where it's not boring. Now for shoes." She said, before walking pass me to the another shelf. She bended down and scanned them. "Now I know I saw some that match that blouse perfectly." She mumbled to herself. "Ah, here we go." She said as she stopped in front of some flats almost the same color as the top. She grabbed them and turned to me. She held one up and then nodded. "Yep, matches perfectly in color and style." She said. "Right." she tossed one at me. "Left." She tossed the other.

I put one of each foot. She walked over to me. "I think we are definitely on the road to something good here." She said with a huge grin. She looked at me up and down. "Okay, we did the inside, outside and the bottom. Only thing left is the top." She said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Her grin somehow got wider. "My favorite part. Hair and make-up." She answered. Why was I not surprised? She grabbed my hand and dragged me again. I might have to tell her about doing that. This time, it was to the chair in front the mirror. She sat me down so I was facing her. She bended down to my level and smiled. "Okay, which first?" she asked with excitement. Something told me she didn't care about the answer because she was ready to do either.

But I wasn't. Renée as tried to make me over enough times where I know both are torturous. With my hair, since it's usually tangled, she's pulling at my head for what seems like forever. Then there's my make-up. She takes small, sharp things and point and pick at the most sensitive spots on my face. So what do I want first? To be picked at or pulled at. Oh the decisions.

Finally, I sighed and said "Surprise me."

She gave a thoughtful hum. "Well, I want you see the make-up with the complete ending result. If I do you hair, you can see that first. So that's what we're doing." she said before turning me to the mirror. "Say bye, bye to this." She said as she pulled my rubber band out of my hair. when she did, it fell over my shoulders. It stopped near the middle of my back and front. "You washed it already, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. Okay, let's start." She first grabbed the comb. And just like I thought, started pulling it through. She was a little bit gentler than my mother, but it still hurt.

When she was done with that, she grabbed a wider tooth comb and combed through my hair again. This one stopped a lot less. I guess the knots were out. Then she grabbed the brush and brushed the very top of my hair. "Okay, combed through. You said you washed it and it's not dry so no need for oils, so I guess we can start styling." She announced.

I nodded. I was about to say okay, then I saw what she was grabbing. "What are those?" I asked nervously.

She looked at what was in her hand then back at me. "Hair scissors." She answered as she demonstrated how they worked.

Let me rephrase. "What are you doing with those?' I asked.

"I'm going to cut your hair." she answered like it was obvious.

I shook my head. "No, you are not." I never got my hair cut. Ever. That's why was so long. Because it was so long, that was why I kept it up. I never got it cut because I was always afraid that someone would cut way too much and I was left with nothing on my head.

"I have to, Bella. You have a lot of dead and spilt ends." She answered.

"Alice, I don't want you anywhere near my head with shears." I told her.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Stop being such a damn baby. I cut mine and my family's hair all the time. You're in better hands here then at a salon." She explained. "Don't you trust me?" she smiled.

Hum, let's see. Since I've met you an hour ago, you're jumped at me and squeeze the life out me. Not to mention, you stripped, picked, and poked at me. Not only that, but you took away my boxer shorts. So uh…"No!" I said, as if that was obvious.

"Well, you should. Edward wouldn't bring you to me if he didn't think you would be in great hands. Just calm down." She answered. It was for a reason Bella. I told myself again. I gave a hard sigh before turning back to the mirror.

"Fine." I said. As soon as I did, she took a piece of my hair, ran down it and cut the end. I gave a groan.

"Just relax." She reminded as she grabbed another piece. I closed my eyes as she worked the rest. Every so often, I would hear snip. I would clinch and groan when I did. "Okay, I'm done." She said.

I opened my eyes and grasped. "What did you do?" I whined as I felt my now shorter hair. Before it, was down to the middle of my back. Now, it was more near the top, near my shoulder blades.

"I cut it." she said again as she sat the shears down.

"You mean you chopped it off." I told her. This is why I never got my hair cut.

"No, I fixed it. The first three inches were nothing but dead ends and split tips. The last two was to style and even it out."

It didn't take me long to do the math "FIVE INCHES?!" I cried. "You cut five freaking inches for my hair?"

"Relax, Bella. Once I curl it, you won't even miss it." she said as she grabbed the flat iron.

I covered my face and shook my head. What have I done? I let her cut my hair. I will never hear the end of this when Renée and Rosa sees it. They will hate it. "I'm done." She said again. I didn't realize I had my eyes covered whole time she was working.

Might as well see the damage. I covered them and looked up. I saw the bottom of my hair was curled all over. All of it wasn't curls, but the parts that were curled were big enough to make it look full. "Like it?" she said as she fluffed as section.

That was a good question. Did I like it? It was shorter, yes, but the way she did was nice. I mean it have to be good reason she cut so much, right? She said she was fixing it. It did look better. I just can't believe she cut knowingly cut five inches. But it will grow back. By then, I would probably not even care about it as much. So I nodded. "I do. I like it." I told her as I flipped a part of my shoulder. I had to say, I see was Rosa does that so much. It was kind of fun and I was glad I could do it now.

"Great." She turned me to her. "Last, but not least, the final touches." She said with a smile. Then she tilted her head from left to right. "I'm trying to think if I want to go natural or match the shirt." she explained why she was looking at me. She gave a small nod. "I think I got it. Glasses please." She held her hand out. I sighed as I took them off and placed them in her hand. "Thank you." She said before placing them on the counter behind me. I started to turn, but she stopped me. She shook her head. "I want you this way." She told me.

She grabbed a small black pad and, what I guess, a powder bush. "So Edward told me you're doing this for someone's attention." She said. it was the first time since we've been up here she said something that didn't involve what she was literally and figuratively throwing at me.

"He did, did he?" I asked as she dusted around my face.

"I kinda pushed it out of him." she admitted. Oh, so that's why. I was wondering why Edward discussed me and my life with his sister. Especially when he didn't want anyone to know. "It must be a very special someone to deal with my brother." She joked.

I chuckled as she worked on my eyebrows. "He's special to me, at least." I said.

"So who is he?" she asked before instructing me to close my eyes. I did was she ask. Then I laughed. Did she honestly think I would tell her that easily?

"I'm not telling you." I told her.

"Why not?"

"Because you brother already knows. That's enough."

"That jerk lied to me. Damn it, now I have to know." She urged.

I shook my head. "I'm not going to tell you." I repeated.

She sighed. "Fine, then. Can I at least guess?" she asked.

Boy, she was relentless. She doesn't give up. I wondered if she was going to keep pushing me until I tell her. I might as well let her guess. Maybe she will not guess correctly. "Sure. Go for it." I answered as I felt some kind of hard something on my eye.

"Okay, well, obviously he goes to our school." She started.

"Obviously."

"And my brother knows him; probably closely. You wouldn't be bothered with Edward if he wasn't close. Is it someone I know?" she asked.

"I think so."

"What's his last name?"

I shook my head. "Yes or no questions only." I told her.

She sighed again. "Fair enough. Is he on the football team?" she asked. I nodded. "Okay, is he a first-string?" I gave a confused look with my eyes still closed. "It means does he usually play? Is he not a back-up player or something?" she explained.

"Oh, then yes, he's a first string." I answered.

"Okay, mmm. He's a first-string on the football and he's friends with my brother. I think I might need more infor. Is he in your grade? Is he a senior like you and my brother?" she asked. I nodded. "I going to assume he's one of the nicer ones. You obviously don't want a jerk." she gave a thinking hum again. Then I heard her going through the alphabet in a mumble. She would stop and think for a moment after a few letters. Then she stopped at J. "Does his name start with a J?" she asked.

"Yes?" I said before closing my mouth so she could do whatever she was doing with my lips. I still had my eyes closed so I wasn't sure. How did she figure that out? When she was going through alphabet, she must've been thinking of the players' names and who fits to the questions already asked she asked.

"Ew, it's not James, is it?" she groaned.

I laughed. "No." I told her.

She gave a sigh of relief. "Good. Besides, it wouldn't be him because he's only the back-up quarterback and you said your guy is not a back-up." She thought again. "The only person I could think of that fits and starts with a J is…" she stopped. I felt her stop working on my face so I thought something was wrong. I opened my eyes and saw she had her mouth open. "You like Jasper Hale?" she asked with excitement. I didn't answer. "Oh, my goodness. You do. Isn't that your best friend's brother?" she asked. I nodded. "Does she know?"

I nodded again. "She and your brother are the only ones who does. And apparently you now."

"That is great!" she exclaimed.

"Why?" I asked as I clinched away. She was way too high-strung.

"Because I thought you would say someone like Mike or Eric or something." She said shaking her head. "But, Jasper is one of the nicest and hottest guys there. He would be great for you. You two would make an awesome couple." She explained, still excited.

I sighed hard. "As if he would even notice me to get to that point." I mumbled.

She shook her head. "We are going to change that negative thinking you have for yourself. And when he see what I've do to you, he would do much more than notice you. He will be all over you." She answered before finishing my lips. Then she turned me to the mirror. I gasped again. "Did I mess up again?" she teased as she leaned against the counter.

I shook my head. "Alice, I look, I looked…pretty." I told her.

She chuckled. "You were already way gorgeous, I just heighten some things. Like the blush I used exposed your cheekbones and the mascara widen your already pretty eyes." She explained.

"Well, you did a great job." I said. I turned my head. The girl in the mirror did the same. I lift it, she did to. That was me. I looked pretty.

I reached for my glasses, but she took them out my hand before I could open them. I looked at her.

"No more of these." She said as she shook her head.

"How am I supposed to see then?" I challenged. She reached in her pocket and pulled something out. When she opened her hand, my contact container was sitting on her palm. "How…"

"My brother lifted them from your bathroom." She answered before I got out the rest of the question. "Bella, you don't need your glasses." She said.

"Yes, I do."

She shook her head. "You don't. You can wear your glasses in the house, but you should start wearing these. You looked great with these. Come on, Bella, you're eighteen. Start making a change." She urged. I looked at what was in her hand again. "You want Jasper's attention, right? These with definitely help." she added.

I sighed. She said the same thing her brother said to get me to get them in the first place. I already change so much, what was my glasses? And if I positively hate them, I put my glasses on again.

I grabbed the case from her hand before opening one side. "Don't look at me, please." I asked. She nodded before looking away. I opened my eye wide to put it in like I did weeks ago. I did the same with the other eye until they were both in a centered. "Okay."

She turned to me and smiled. "See you look good." She leaned in to my face. "But something's missing." She said. "Oh." She walked over to another shelf and grabbed a box. She took the lid off and placed it on the shelf before walking back other to me. "Your ears are pierced, right?" she asked as she looked through the small box.

"Yeah, but I don't wear earrings." I told her.

"Well, you're going to start." She asked she pulled something out. She opened her hand again and showed me a pair of dove shaped silver stubs. I looked at her. "Making a chance, right?" I nodded before taking them and putting them in my ears. "Stand please." She grabbed my arms and yanked me up. Not that I had much of a choice in the matter. "Turn." She said as she signaled with her finger. I gave a turn. When I was facing her again, she gave an approved nod. "Nice. Let's get a honest man opinion."

"What do you mean?'

"We're going to show my brother." She said as she grabbed my hand. I really wish she would stop doing that.

"You mean, go downstairs?" I asked.

She nodded. "What did you think we were doing, playing dress up?" she asked. What if he was too honest and all of this was for nothing? "It will be fine." She assured as if she could read my mind. She smiled before dragging me out the room, then down the stairs. "Edward…" she called when we got to the family room and no one was there.

"What Alice?" he called back.

"Come here, I need your opinion on something." She said, smiling at me.

I heard him walking towards us. "What is it?" he asked. When he saw me, he stopped.

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