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A/N: Hey! Here's chapter 7. Hope you like and please review!
As I filled Alice in on all of today's events in through detail, she stared at me wide-eyed and mouth in an 'O'. When I told her about my "near-death-experience", her eyes somehow grew larger and she drew in a shocked gasp. But when I got to the part where Edward played hero, her eyes grew dreamy and she smiled slightly, probably reminiscing on a time when Jasper had been her own savior.
"So…basically, that's what happened before you came in today," I smiled a bit at the memories.
"That's so…so…WONDERFUL!" she had been surprisingly quiet, so her sudden outburst made me jump a little, startled. She noticed my shocked expression and added, "well, you know, not that you were hurt, no, NO! It's so wonderful that you two got, well, reunited and all. It's wonderful…and romantic…and fantastic…and…"once again, her thoughts seemed elsewhere.
"Alice," I said, snapping her out of whatever thoughts were currently occupying her mind. "Alice, it's great and all, but what about tomorrow? I mean, what if I'm not interesting like he thought I was when we were younger? Or, if there's nothing to talk about and he completely loses whatever "attraction" he says he has for me?" soon, I began to ramble out all of my inner worries. But Alice snapped her small fingers at me in hopes of averting my attention to her again.
"Bella, maybe you didn't see, but the way he was looking at you…well, let's just say he won't be losing attraction anytime soon." She said this with a smirk on her perfect face. "And about tomorrow, just don't get caught up in your nerves, you know? Just be you. He obviously loved you before!" again, the smirk was clear.
"Alice, he doesn't love me!" I felt the usual heat of a blush crawling up my neck and spreading across my face, she snickered.
"Well, if he doesn't love you now, just wait a few weeks…possibly days." And with that she squealed, excited about getting to play matchmaker.
The rest of the night was spent with Alice finding the perfect outfit and deciding what shoes and purse would match. Which eye shadow went with which lip shade. I had never thought myself a huge beauty, so I figured that her attempts at making me into a "Bella-Barbie" were hopeless. But she persisted, and by the end of the night, she had succeeded.
Well, at least I had thought so. When she told me to come out of the bathroom so she could see my makeover in its finality-spins and catwalks included-she still tsk'ed and shook her head. I even heard her mumble, "At least we still have tomorrow."
I went to bed- or should I say couch? –late after Alice did. She had apparently been exhausted after her abrupt makeover, though she was the one giving it. As I lay on the couch with one of my hands behind my head and the other over my stomach, I stared at the high ceiling, replaying the day's most eventful happenings in my head. I felt an involuntary smile slide across my face when I recounted the time in the car…and at the hospital…and, well, practically every other moment that was "'Edward-induced". But soon, I felt sleepiness shutting close my eyes and I was swept off to a dreamful sleep.
All too soon, my dreams that involved Edward were being shaken out of me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Alice leaning over me, her small hands shaking my shoulders. Her eyes were wide with concern.
I immediately sprang up; I thought there was an emergency. But when I did, my forehead knocked against Alice's and I groaned back into my pillow. "What, Alice?" I hissed at her in a whisper.
She seemed shocked at first at my hostility, but then smiled sheepishly. "Well, um…I just wanted to, uh, remind you that I was getting off early, so I was thinking to remind you to be ready so I could go over your outfit and all…"
"My outfit? Alice! I swear- it's…what time is it?" I looked around, still half asleep, though upset.
"It's fiver forty-five." She stated matter-of-factly.
"God, Bella, I was just trying to help!" She shouted back at me. "Ugh!" I knew neither of us would stay angry, or actually was, but we kept up our bickering.
"Alice-trust me I remem-"
But I was interrupted by Jasper. "Oh My God! Will you two just quiet? You know ya'll aren't mad, so just stop…some of us actually need to get up in a half-hour!"
Alice and I looked over at each other, each of us with small grins. "Sorry, Jasper." And with that, Alice sprinted back up the stairs. I sighed, and then flopped back into sleep.
When I actually woke up that morning, I noticed a small pink note card with Alice written across it. Alice's personal stationary.
As I reached over to grab it, I felt that my ankle was feeling incredibly better. When I grabbed the note, I sat back down on the couch, rubbing my ankle and reading the note. It read, in her thin handwriting:
Morning, Bella. Or at least it should be morning when you wake up…Anyway, please remember to be home by at least 5, no, 4-ish? Sound good? Well, see you later then.
P.S.-I know you're probably nervous, but just remember: you are beautiful and king and…well, you know the rest!
I silently laughed to myself, leave it to Alice to know just what to say…even when she's not here. With that, I stretched and slowly limped my way to the bathroom, holding onto tables and leaning against walls.
After I showered and changed, I scoured out their kitchen and realized that there fridge was empty. I decided that the least I could do would be to shop for them, or their groceries at least.
When I arrived at the grocery store, I ventured aisle after aisle, filling up on stuff from drinks to lettuce and such.As I saw the aisle labeled Desserts, I turned in and looked over all the boxes that claimed to be the chocolatiest or the creamiest frosting, salivating over the delicious looking pictures. When I saw the one that looked the most promising, I leaned my crutches on the cart and bent down to reach for it. I found it much harder to do with my lame ankle, so I wrapped that leg over my left one and bent over. I felt slightly self-conscience with my bottom in the air so I tried to do this as quickly as possible. But when I did, I heard a low whistle coming from behind my. I turned around, my face burning red and probably giving away that I was angry.
But when I turned to see who it was, I got yet another surprise "Emmett?" He was leaning against the aisle opposite me his thick arms crossed over his chest. He had one eyebrow raised and a smirk over his face.
"Bella? What are you doing here?" he said, feigning innocence.
"Please, Emmett. You didn't just…you know…when I was bending over?" I was turning red again.
"Bella, I swear I barely got here. Wait- who did what?" he had both eyebrows raised, a mix of confusion and anger.
"Well, before I turned around-" but before I could finish, he was storming down the aisle. Uh-oh!
"Wait! Emmett, wait!" This would not turn out well.
As I tried followed him, I noticed the same figure that I had noticed in the same aisle as me. He was intently looking at me, or…my bottom!
I figured Emmett had seen the guy and immediately marched over to him. "Excuse me. Did I just see you do what I think you did?" he was almost seething now.
Emmett had always been protective of me, when he wasn't the cause of my blushes. He stood up for me and fought the fights that even Edward couldn't have won.
"Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it?" he asked, puffing out his chest to make himself look strong enough to take Emmett. Sure.
"Just listen, if I ever see you even looking at her the way you did, you won't be able to say anything." And with that, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me away with him.
As we walked back to the cart I had been using, the silence was comfortable, though a little tense. "Are you alright?" he asked me, his voice slightly strained.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine." I smiled. When he didn't seem convinced, I added, "Emmett, that was nice and all, but I'm pretty sure I could have taken care of myself."
That seemed to work; he bust out laughing, only stopping to add in phrases like, "You-fight?" or "Bella, you can't even keep yourself safe from you!". The laughing continued and we received strange stares from co-shoppers.
I stood next to him, tapping my good foot against the tile floor, "Done yet?" I asked impatiently.
"I guess," he said with a sigh.
"Good," with that, I continued on with my shopping, only hearing little random chuckles from the side where Emmett stood.
As I paid for my groceries, I just realized that Emmett hadn't even bought anything. "Emmett?"
"Why didn't you get anything?" I was confused, why would he even go to the store?
He cleared his throat, stalling for a good response. "Well, um, you see…" I raised an eyebrow, showing that I knew he was looking for a lie. "Fine, well, last night, Edward told me about…well, you know, and he asked me to do him a favor. Which I did."
"And that favor was…?"
"Well, Edward was really nervous, so he, uh, asked me to…keep watch." He turned away, shrugging as if it was nothing.
I know I should have been upset, maybe even angry, but all I could feel were the little flutters in my heart; Edward was worried about me!
"Are you mad at me?" he had his eyes down and his hands folded in front of him, like a little child that was being scolded.
"No, Emmett, I'm not," I said with a grin on my face.
He looked at me now, and his face brightened because he saw I was telling the truth.
"Good," and with that, we left the store.
Out in the parking lot, he helped me carry my bags to the bus stop; I hadn't felt like hailing a cab today and I was in no mood for the subway, so I had opted for the last solution. Emmett insisted he wait with me.
But when I looked down at my wristwatch, I noticed that it was already four ten. I started to panic and I guess Emmett sensed something was wrong when he asked me, "Bella? Are you alright?"
"Alright? No! Alice is going to kill me! I'm going to be so late!" I was frantic by now.
"Alice? Oh, yeah, Edward told me about some tiny crazy chick. She sounds like fun." I looked at him, disappointed and he added, "well, he didn't say some small crazy chick, but he did say that she was a tiny ball of energy."
I laughed and said, "Tons of fun, but if you're late…let's just say you won't be seen for a while."
"Well, Bella, we could always use my car." He said as he smiled.
I followed him over to his car, which was huge. I was red and the tires went up to my waist. It was large and intimidating, but really nice on the inside. Like Emmett.
On the passenger's side of the vehicle, Emmett had to help hoist me up so I would be able to strap in. When he started to drive, I was knocked against the seat. I heard him snicker.
Before I knew it, we were at Alice and Jasper's apartment. What was it with these Cullen boys and their fast cars? Oh well, at least I wasn't late.
A/N: Haha. Oh, Emmett. Well, that's about it for this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! And as always…REVIEW! They let me know you enjoy this, which makes me want to write more! Thanks, anglesandshine.