Chapter 3

A/N: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, IT BELONGS TO STEPHANIE MEYERS

Hey guys, so I decided to switch to first person POV, it's just easier to write this sort of thing in. Hope you enjoy and stay safe besties!

BPOV

"So Edward really stopped you from doing this?" Rosalie asked incredulously.

"Yep," I confirmed, popping the "p".

"That's stupid," she said.

"A lot of what Edward did was stupid," I sighed. "It's a shame I'm just now realising that."

"Ok, you're all done, sweetheart!" the lady said to me, turning off the hairdryer. "Come to the back and I'll show you in the mirror."

I stood up, and followed her to the back, where she held up a mirror for me. I gasped, and clasped my hands in joy.

"Oh my gosh, I love it so much!" I laughed. "What do you think, Rosalie?"

"It looks gorgeous, I wish you had it done earlier," Rosalie said, smiling as she watched me examine my reflection.

Cascading down my back was a waterfall of waves, with the bottom half of my hair dyed a dark red, fading into my natural brown. I had also gotten feathered bangs, and in my opinion, they framed my face beautifully.

"I need to take a picture for Charlie," I said.

"I'll do it," Rosalie offered. "I can send it to Carlisle and Emmett, and also Edward and Alice just to spite them. I'm sure they'll show Esme and Jaz."

Carlisle had been called into the hospital, so he wants there to see it in person. But me and Rosalie had been using this time to bond, and we had completely gotten over our hatred for each other.

While I had been admiring myself in the mirror, Rosalie had taken a picture and paid the hairdresser.

"Come on Bells, let's go," she said, gesturing to the door.

I followed her quickly, and we left the hairdressers.

"So, where do you want to go with your new look?" Rosalie said excitedly.

"I was thinking we could go shopping for some new clothes?" I asked hesitantly. "It's just that Edward and Alice kinda threw out all my clothes and bought new ones when we started dating. I have my own money, I can pay."

"Absolutely not. I'm paying. My siblings did you dirty, and I'm making up for it. Plus, we're filthy rich," Rosalie reasoned.

When I continued to look skeptical over who should pay, she pulled out her purse and held up a debit card. "Plus, I have Edward's card."

That won me over.

Two hours later, I had a bag full of my own style of clothes and a new best friend.

We had taken Rosalie's car, so she drove me back home.

"Come inside, we can chat while I try out some new outfits," I invited Rosalie when she stopped the car.

"Oh no, it's fine. I wouldn't want to bother," she said.

"Really, it's fine. Please," I said, doing puppy eyes.

I could see her reconsidering as I watched her.

"Well, if you're sure..." she trailed off.

"Yes, I am! Come on!" I laughed, and jumped out of the car.

She laughed too, and followed me into my house. I sprinted up the stairs, and jumped onto my bed as soon as I got into the room.

"You room is so beautiful," Rosalie said, looking around.

I laughed, suddenly slightly embarrassed. "It's nothing. It's not as big as yours."

"I like it," Rosalie said. "It's very... homely."

We made eye contact, and instantly burst out laughing. I don't even know why- we just did.

After almost five minutes straight of cracking up, we caught our breath. I had tears in my eyes; Rosalie looked like she would too if she could.

Just as I was about to speak, Rosalie's phone rang. She checked who it was, and answered instantly.

"Hey, Em," she said, a small smile instantly appearing on her face.

I raised my eyebrows and made a kissy face. Those two were so cute together; I'm glad they are dating.

She shoved me to the side, and I suppressed my laughter.

"Ok, I'm on my way," she said into the phone. "See ya."

She hung up, and looked at me. "So, Emmet told me that we're having a family discussion. I think we might be finally talking about Edward's treatment of you."

For a few seconds, I was conflicted. Was this good or bad? But then I remembered the source of my anger, and I decided it was good.

"Film it for me?" I asked.

Rosalie's smile grew, seeming evil now. "You bet."