A/N – Haha, kinda a funny story behind this one. So, I was in the car with my family and we're driving to church right? Well, my Grandma is sitting in the seat next to me and behind my Mum (who's in shotgun) and she started picking a few loose hairs off my Mum's shoulder. And I just randomly realised that vampires wouldn't have to worry about that—and this idea just kinda blossomed. I'm telling you, I had to laugh at the look I could see on Alice's face...
This, here, takes place in the Summer between Twilight and New Moon. Probably toward the end of it—Bella's spent a lot of time in the Cullen mansion now, and there's an after-effect that most people probably haven't considered.
"Urgh!" Alice exclaimed with disgust, flicking her fingers in the air like she'd just touched something gross.
I looked around for the whatever it was, but I couldn't see anything. The living room—pristenely white, as ever—seemed one of the least likely places for something disgusting to dwell in. I'd visited the Cullen household often enough over the summer to know that Esme would never allow it. She was almost as protective of her house as her children.
Alice continued her dance and I returned to my book. Perhaps she'd seen something in a vision that grossed her out. You could never tell with Alice. Eventually, she plopped down on the couch beside me with a gigantic sigh.
"I don't know how you do it Bella," she whined.
I looked away from the page again to catch the agonised expression on her face and frowned. Her eyes were tracing my body like lasers and I thought I recognised that look—the one she usually got before she decided that it was time to add to my already over-grown wardrobe. Like she hadn't already bought me enough clothes that I flatly refused to wear.
So the disgusting object was me; the human. Big surprise. But I really wasn't in the mood for playing Barbie today. Then again, when was I ever?
"I don't want to go shopping, Alice," I told her bluntly, hoping that she hadn't already resolved to go. If she had, then I had no hope. Alice rolled her eyes.
"That's not what I meant," she objected, eyeing my clothes again. "Though you do have a point—really, Bella, I buy you those clothes so that you can wear them."
I gave her another stern look. "No makeovers either."
But her face didn't fall, like it would have if that had been her intention, nor did she begin to plead with me. Something else then. I looked down at my clothes with suspicion.
I was wearing a comfortable pair of faded, old jeans, a blue T-shirt with a red Superman 'S' splashed across the front and a pair of orange and green striped house socks. I'd left my sneakers at the front door so that I wouldn't track mud through the carpet.
Again, I looked at Alice's face for clues. She was still grimacing, but I was at a loss. Apart from the lack of fashion sense that my outfit apparently displayed, there was nothing wrong.
"I don't get it Alice."
With the solemnity of a magician pulling a bunny from a hat, she reached over and plucked something off my shoulder and held it up for my inspection. Pinched between her thumb and forefinger hung a long, brown hair.
My eyes went back to her face and she shook the offensive hair away from her as though it was infected. I giggled—the revolsion on her face was ridiculously funny.
"Alice, it's just a hair," I laughed.
She sighed, as though I was missing an extremely vital piece of information.
"No, Bella," she said deliberately. "Hairs."
Her hands moved faster than I could see, though I could feel the light pinches all over my shirt. Eventually, she held up her hand again... with a fistful of hair.
"They. Are. Everywhere," she growled.
Alice growling can wither be incredibly scary or incredibly funny. I'd cowered in the face of that growl before. But this time I laughed. A lot. It was just too hard to ignore the hilarity of this tiny vampire, holding up a clump of fallen hairs while her pixie-like face contorted in an unnecessarily grim scowl.
"It's not funny, Bella, I'm deadly serious," Alice exclaimed, suddenly standing and stamping her feet. I laughed harder.
"Alice!" Edward's laughing warning, as he reappeared from his conversation with Carlisle. "That's enough—she can't help it."
I wiped the tears from my eyes in time to watch Alice throw herself down onto the floor and cross her arms like a two-year-old. I tried to bite back another round of laughter, but a loud snort got past my control.
"But Edward," Alice whined again as he took a seat and pulled me into his lap, "I can't stand it anymore—it's even gotten all over my cashmere sweater! I'll never be able to wear it again."
Edward rolled his eyes, and I continued to snicker quietly. Alice pouted, then shot Edward a hostile glare.
"Don't say it," she warned, standing up and looking at me mournfully. "I was sure you'd understand, Bella. Honestly, I can't wait until you—"
Edward growled this time, and Alice rolled her eyes dramatically before she turned and marched—well, more like danced angrily—up the stairs. She called out in a deliberately pathetic tone as she moved.
"Rosalie, you wouldn't happen to have a clothes brush, would you?"
Later that night, when dinner was over and I was getting ready for bed before Edward snuck in through my window, I thought about Alice's outburst that afternoon. It occurred to me that I'd never seen a single hair fall out of Edward's, or any of the Cullens's, heads.
I walked back from the bathroom to my bedroom and sat down on my bed to brush out my long, thick hair. I wasn't very surprised when, after only a few strokes, a pair of ice-cold hands gently pried the hairbrush out of my grasp.
"Here, let me do that," Edward whispered.
I sat still as Edward pulled the brush through my hair. He was incredibly gentle as he carefully untangled each stubborn knot until my hair was smooth. Faster than I was able to see, he put the brush down on my dresser, switched off the light and came to sit next to me on the bed once more. I sighed peacefully as his stone arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his chest.
"Are you ready to sleep yet?"
I shook my head and crawled into his lap, to be just that little bit closer to him. We sat in silence for a while and I absently ran my hands lightly over his clothes and through his hair. The only loose hairs my fingers met were undoubtedly too long to be his.
"What are you doing?" he asked after a few minutes. I instantly blushed, feeling foolish. I could tell that he would laugh at me if I told him.
"Nothing," I assured him quickly—a little too quickly.
He pulled back, to look into my face. The little light in the room was enough to faintly illuminate his features. His eyes, as they bored down into mine, even managed to smoulder at me. I was helpless before those eyes.
"I was just thinking about what Alice was saying this afternoon," I answered without really thinking. "She acted as if she'd never found loose hair on her clothes before and it made me wonder..."
I finally managed to stop myself, wrenching my eyes away from his. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment once again. As I knew he would, Edward laughed quietly.
"Silly Bella," he chuckled, "of course our hair doesn't fall out. If it did, then we'd probably all be bald by now; we can grow it back again like you can."
I tried to imagine Edward without any hair, and giggled along with him. It wasn't a particularly flattering picture. He glanced down to inspect his clothes critically.
"Of course, Alice did have a point," he teased. "Your hair does have an annoying habit of getting everywhere. I think Alice is going to make me wash my clothes seperately from now on."
"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I really can't help it though."
Edward shook his head, his crooked grin leaving me a little breathless.
"Nobody really minds that much, and if it does bother them, they can just deal with it. Besides," the corner of his mouth quirked a little higher, "there are certainly advantages..."
His fingers trailed slowly through my hair as he bent down and nuzzled his face into my neck, breathing deeply. It was all I could do not to moan at the feeling of his cold nose skimming the sensitive skin. So I settled for an involuntary shiver. Edward seemed pleased.
"Beautiful," I thought I heard him murmur, though it was too low for me to be sure.
I waited silently for my heart to stop it's frantic beating, afraid that it might jump right out of my mouth if I tried to speak. When it had settled into a semi-normal rhythm once more, Edward chuckled lightly.
"I, for one, have no problem with having your hair all over my clothes," he muttered into my ear, his intoxicating breath tickling my ear, "if it means I'm able to still smell you when I'm away."
I took a shuddering breath. "Well, if you put it that way..."
He ran his fingers through my hair once more—one long, gentle caress—and pressed his lips to my forehead. I suppressed a yawn.
"I think it's time you got to sleep, my Bella," he crooned.
I layed down, and Edward tucked my blankets in around me before laying down on top of them. His strong, cool arms held me close and I yawned again.
"Maybe I should get Alice a clothes brush," I muttered sleepily and Edward chuckled.
"We can worry about that in the morning," he assured me. "Now sleep, my love. Dream happy dreams."
I snuggled a little closer into his arms, closing my eyes with a sigh. Edward's smooth voice hummed my lullaby, and I quickly slipped over the edge into the blissful rest of unconsciousness.
A/N2 – Yes, yes. I am aware of the fact that I haven't updated on anything for a long time. I have something to say about that—ehem. I am a Uni student, so my time to write is limited. That said, I am currently on holidays so I should be able to put some more stuff up over the next few weeks.
Unfortunately I have bad news for those of you who have been reading 'Forever and a Day'. I'm discontinuing it. I'll be posting an A/N on the actual story, so go there for more details.
In good news, I have started a couple of other chapter fics which I am really excited about. They're not at a stage where I can really start posting them just yet, but look out for them over the coming weeks!
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