Summary: I don't own Twilight. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


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Hair Cut


"Bella, we have to talk," Alice said slowly.

I furrowed my eyebrows and groaned as she sat in front of me. The one day I was promised peace from wedding preparations, and could spend time with Edward was cut short. Edward smiled in amusement and hugged me closer to his chest. "Aliceā€¦" I sighed.

"I know, I know." Alice waved her hands in the air. "I promised you a day without my overbearing planning-but I'm not here for the wedding."

I blinked. "Ok. Shoot."

Alice got up and began to pace back and forth in silence. Edward chuckled as he stared at his dark-haired sister's strenuous face. I turned my head and nodded, but Edward kept silent. After another minute passed, Alice finally stopped her pacing. She stared directly into my eyes.

"Right. So, here is the thing." Alice sat back down and folded her hands. "You and Edward will be married next Friday."

I rolled my eyes. "Really? Because I thought I had another month."

Alice glared at my sarcasm. "This is serious Bella."

"Alright, out with it then," I said.

"Within a week you will be married and soon after you will be one of us."

"You sound like she's joining a cult Alice," Edward chuckled.

Alice ignored his comment and continued. "There are certain things you can't change when you are a vampire."

I raised an eyebrow. "Look, I already went over this with Edward-"

"Your hair Bella," Alice exclaimed wildly. "You will never be able to cut or grow out your hair!"

I tilted my head to the side. "So?"

"What do you mean 'so'?" Alice yelled in a scathing tone. "Bella, look at me. I didn't get the option that you are getting right now."

"Ugh!" I muttered. "You sound just like Rosalie when she tried to persuade me not to go through with the transformation."

"This. Is. More. Important."

Yes, of course. Being changed into a paradox and to eternally live wasn't a big deal, but heaven forbid my hair! I laughed at myself quietly and received another glare from Alice. "I honestly don't see the big deal."

Alice pursed her lips. "You have so many options! Long, short, curly, wavy, bangs, no bangs, side bangs-"

I grabbed my head dramatically. "Stop the madness."

"Isabella Marie Swan, if you don't take this seriously I'm going to make you bald," Alice growled, frustrated by my teasing.

Edward made a face and I smacked him playfully. "Jerk."

"She'll never stop," Edward murmured in my ear. "Personally, whatever you choose, you'll look beautiful."

"So what if I decided to go bald?"

"Thank goodness for wigs."

"You know what? I'll make an appointment for that great salon in Seattle," Alice said absentmindedly. "We'll just ask for opinions."

"When hell freezes over," I muttered under my breath.

Edward laughed and ran his fingers through my hair. He took a few strands, wrapped it around his fingers, and let them fall. "Maybe you should go to that appointment."

"Why?" I whined, pouting at his request.

"Having Rosalie complain about her split ends is enough hair talk for me," Edward moaned while pinching the bridge of his nose.