Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long and thanks to all my awesome reviewers! You guys make my day! Anyway I'd like to apologize for something I put in the last chapter. The sentence including 'lazy city workers' was not exactly what I was going for and I'm sorry if I offended anyone with that, it was clearly not my intent.


Is the song Take a Chance On Me like the theme for the story?: You could say that although I'm choosing different songs to represent each chapter. Take a Chance On Me would represent the story as a whole.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I can make the characters do what I want! I wouldn't mind a date with Edward though...

I have no friends, no-one to see
And I am never invited
Now I am here, talking to you
No wonder I get excited

Your smile, and the sound of your voice
And the way you see through me
Got a feeling, you give me no choice
But it means a lot to me
So I wanna know... whats the name of the game?

- Name of the Game – ABBA -

"Sit still Bella! Do you want me to poke you in the eye?"

"There is no need for this! It's not a date!"

"But it could be. Now quiet."

I grumbled as Alice continued to draw on the eyeliner. This wasn't the beginning of the torture. No, that had started about an hour ago. She had all but chained me to the vanity in the bathroom as I fought to escape her clutches. It was amazing how strong she could be. But she had already smudged that sticky lipstick on me and a short amount of blush ("To cover up yours," she told me). At least I had convinced her not to put any eye shadow on me. Of course I had to grovel at her tiny feet to get my way. She was so stubborn sometimes.

While she played Barbie Bella the song Clumsy played in the background. She sang along while swaying from side to side, pulling my hair into a neat ponytail.

"You had to pick that song?" I asked with a roll of my eyes. She caught my expression in the mirror and giggled before nodding.

"You got a problem with that?" she asked, staring at our reflections as she finished my hair.

"Nope," I answered, popping my lips when I said the 'p'. She smirked and nodded.

"Okay," she said after a moment, stepping back from me and throwing up her hands in the air dramatically. "It is complete!"

"Really?" I asked with a grin. Yes! No more Play Time With Bella!

"Well not really." My shoulders slumped and I grimaced. "You need to get dressed."

I turned to stare down her grinning face. "You didn't go over board did you?" I asked, raising a brow. Yesterday she had pulled me through shop after shop claiming that it was time I showed off my 'goods'. Like I had any. How many times did I have to remind her that this was a lunch with friends? Acquaintances? I didn't even know the guy for goodness sake! She was acting like we were dating already, which wouldn't happen. Clumsy Bella wasn't meant for anyone, 'goods' and all. But she did seem pretty sure we'd get along…nope. Stop right there! Hope usually crashes and burns for me and only leaves room for depression. So I had to keep my raised emotions on the down low. I hated feeling so breakable, like one word could send me into a million pieces. Like a rejection could possibly send me into a mental hospital. It was close to happening before. I winced.

"Earth to Swan," Alice's annoyed voice came.

"Huh, what?"

"You do that every time!" she cried, glaring at me before throwing the clothes in my face. "Put those on." With that she bolted out the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. "Quickly!"

I got the message and struggled to pull off my shirt without messing up my hair and makeup. It wasn't difficult and I was surprised as I took off my pajamas and put on the new shirt without falling over. Of course the pants were another deal. I slipped on the tiles and fell on my butt with an 'oof'. I could hear Alice's snort from outside.

"Just be thankful you're not me!" I yelled through the door before getting back up again and pulling on the jeans.

Finally, when I was able to right myself I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. I had to admit I liked the outfit Alice and I had chosen the day before. It showed off curves I didn't have and Alice seemed to be happy with it. The blue shirt went perfectly with my pale skin and brown hair, the neckline a little low but I'd probably just keep my jacket on the whole time. The jeans were dark and a nice contrast to my shirt. At least I was able to stop her from buying me new shoes. My old runners had got me through the worst of times and I was sure they could survive the snow on the sidewalks. I was going to wear my boots like any other day but she put her foot down at that. She asked me if I was going for the dog musher style to which I replied an obvious negative. I sighed as I looked at myself from all sides, fluffing up my already bouncing hair courtesy Alice's hair dryer. That thing could work wonders even on my hair.

I gathered my PJ's and opened the door. I was relieved to find Alice not on the other side but rather in the hallway by the door, tapping her foot. I gave her an innocent smile and escaped to my room where I threw my pajamas on my bed before running back over to her, stumbling slightly but keeping my balance.

"Aww Bella," she gushed, fixing my shirt slightly. "You look so pretty."

Alice herself just wore her normal stand-out-in-a-crowd shirt and pants along with high-heeled boots. How she could walk in those things was beyond me.
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, pulling on my jacket and lacing up my shoes. "Let's just get this over with."

She giggled before walking out the door. The elevator ride was quite except for Alice humming along to the song playing in the background. I rolled my eyes and grinned at the reflection of myself in the mirrored walls. She could be annoying one minute and hilarious the next.

We walked to the same café we went to every morning. Luckily everything was in walking distance to our apartment and driving in New York was like just asking to go nuts with the traffic. The snow wasn't falling and the sun was shining brightly down on the streets so there were a few more people walking around to soak up the warmth on this lovely Saturday afternoon. I was at least able to keep my hood down although I walked carefully around the ice patches that were slowly melting.

We rounded the last corner on to the busier streets and into the coffee shop. It wasn't as busy on the weekdays but it was quite crowded. The chatter was heard as soon as we entered although Alice walked forwards right away. I quickly followed her up to the cash desk where a blond man was standing with his back to us. She giggled and sneaked up behind him, tugging on his sleeve. He turned around, his puzzled expression immediately changing to excitement.

"Alice!" he laughed and she jumped into his arms with a giggle. I shielded my eyes finding this a very private moment. "Hey Bella."

"Hey Jasper," I said with a nervous laugh before looking at them again.

He was grinning from ear to ear, his arm around Alice's shoulders. She was tiny compared to him since Jasper was taller than I was. He looked down at her with his loving soul filled blue eyes. Again I found myself feeling I was invading a private moment. They looked so happy together that it just wasn't fair. I frowned as he turned back to the counter, Alice still holding on to his arm.

"Black, right Bella?" he asked me with a kind smile. I nodded my head absently, feeling like an utter moron.

He looked back down at Alice. "So what have you been doing since…when was it, yesterday?"

She giggled, hitting him playfully on the chest. "We went shopping, didn't we Bella?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I muttered, stuffing my hands in my pockets and looking down.

"Oh come on Bella!" she complained. "At least take off your jacket."

I looked up and glared at her pouting face. Damn puppy dog eyes. With one last sigh and pulled my jacket off and tied it around my waist.

"Nice outfit, Bella," Jasper approved with another kind smile.

"I picked it!" Alice chimed in, raising her hand like a child in school. She caught my expression and backtracked. "I mean I helped pick it."

Jasper chuckled. "Is that all you did? How's the theater going?"

"Oh yeah!" Alice crowed. "I showed Bella the song your friend did." She stood on her tiptoes and looked around. "Is he here now?"

"Yeah," he said, handing Alice and I our coffee's before turning. "He's over here. Follow me ladies."
Alice giggled again as I sighed and tagged along.

We wove our way through the full tables to the back of the café where the booths were. The shop looked a lot warmer than outside the large windows. The red fabrics and deep cherry wood made it almost look lodge like if it weren't for the busy streets through the glass. The table we were headed to was right in the corner, beside a large window. For that I was thankful for. I could always find something interesting out there when the conversations got boring. I knew they would.

I approached the table last, Alice already there with Jasper. I couldn't see him at first, and then he stood up making me stop in my tracks, my cup almost falling out of my grasp. He grinned as he shook Alice's tiny hand. I blinked as I stared at his perfection. His bronze hair was overly messy, like he had just jumped out of bed and went out. He was very tall especially compared to my pixie friend although it was clear Jasper was a few inches higher, not that I had a problem with it. Alice had no hesitation as she smiled up at him, introducing herself as she took back her hand. He nodded to her before turned around, puzzled. She spotted me and waved her hand. "Bella!" she called. "Come on!"

His eyes shifted to look at me and I my breath caught in my throat. He blinked; a little taken aback it seemed as he frowned at my expression. But I couldn't look away, I couldn't move. It was like I was glued to that floor and locked in his gaze. I swallowed loudly so that the person sitting where I was standing looked up at me, annoyed. They cleared their throat, snapping me out of my hypnotic state as I shook my head. "Sorry," I muttered to the stranger before starting forwards again, my head down. I couldn't risk looking up at him until I was standing beside Alice.

She clicked her tongue at me as I stared at my cup. "What was that about?" she asked. "You looked like you were a deer caught in the headlights."

"Yeah, sorry," I mumbled, staring at the table now.

Alice cleared her throat and nudged me in the ribs so I'd look up. I felt the blush on my cheeks as I caught his eye again. I could notice the shade of green there now, the soft texture of his eyes making my bones turn to mush. He smiled a crooked smile that threatened to make me faint. How did he do that?

"This is Bella Swan," Alice interjected for me, taking my cup from my hands before I dropped it. She knew me too well. "Bella, this is Edward Masen."

He smiled at me again before reaching out his hand for mine. I hesitantly lifted my own before slipping it into his grasp. His hand was strong but somewhat gentle as he shook mine slowly, his eyes smoldering as he stared at me. I bit my lip fighting hard to keep the blood from rushing to my cheeks.

"Its nice to meet you Bella," he said and you could hear how genuine this sentence really was. He did think it was nice to meet me. The way my name sounded in his voice was something that made my knees shake. I breathed, trying to find my voice.

"You too," I managed to squeak.

"Are you two done here?" Alice giggled. Embarrassed I quickly pulled my hand away. Way to ruin the mood Alice! "Good." She slipped into the booth beside Jasper with a smug smile on her face. That's when I realized she was making me sit next to Edward. I narrowed my eyes at her when the guys weren't looking. She merely stuck her tongue out at me before grinning.

I swallowed again before sitting down next to him. He was deep in conversation with Jasper about something I couldn't listen to. I took a sip of my coffee, keeping my eyes on the window. But when I did look at it I only saw the reflection of Edward sitting next to me. I sat like that for a few moments and I was sure I saw Edward's eyes flicker over to look at me a few times, but I couldn't be sure.

Alice glared at me, angry that I wasn't trying to talk to Edward. I shrugged, sipping my drink again. I was determined not to interrupt his conversation. Maybe I would be lucky enough not to embarrass myself again. But that was physically impossible with Alice here.

"So, Edward," she started as everyone looked up at her. She was smiling angelically. "Jasper's told me you like music."

He laughed an enchanting laugh that made me bring my cup up to my lips, just to give myself something to do. "I guess you could say that," he said with a grin.

"Is there anything in particular?" she pressed, eyeing me every so often.

"I enjoy listening to classical," he laughed. "I could call the piano my forte. Although I wouldn't want to brag."

Alice laughed before looking at me again. "Bella likes classical music, don't you?"

I glared at her innocent expression as everyone turned to look at me. "Err…yeah," I muttered, hiding behind my cup again. "You could say that."

Edward smiled at me, raising his eyes brows. "Do you have any favorites?" he questioned, his eyes burning into my mine.

I couldn't speak so Alice did it for me. "You like that one song, Bella," she started. "She plays it around the apartment all the time. Claire something or other?"

"Claire de Lune," I muttered defensively. It was my favorite so its not like I couldn't correct her.

"You like Debussy?" Edward asked with surprise. I was too entranced in his gaze to be insulted so I just nodded. "Sorry, it's just refreshing to find someone who is not infatuated with something like rap." He rolled his emerald eyes with a slight smirk. "Heaven help us if that fad is here to stay."

I giggled, unable to stop myself as he grinned at me again. I looked down as the conversation started up again.

I kept myself out of it; elated he talked to me but still embarrassed. Alice stared at me, still wanting me to talk but I just shook my head. She sighed and pushed herself into the conversation.

At one point I put my arm on the table and the exact same time as Edward. I jumped as our skin made contact, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. He seemed to get it too since he immediately apologized. I shook it off and went back to my intense goal of not talking.

Alice cleared her throat. When I looked up at her I noticed for the first time the light was fading from outside. I had been so deep in my head that I hadn't caught anything happening around me. The café was close to empty along with the streets, which had an odd navy shadow covering the road.

"We should get going," Alice sighed, disappointed.

I nodded and quickly stood, fumbling with my jacket before pulling it on. I needed to get out of here!

"Maybe we should walk you girls home," Jasper suggested as they all pulled on their own coats.

"Good idea Jasp," she giggled. "Are you going to save me from the muggers?"
He chuckled and grinned. "You never know."

The walk home was silent for me as Alice and Jasper continued to talk freely. Edward walked beside me, his hands deep in his pockets like mine and a gap between us. I don't know why but as a gust of cold wind flew down the street I had the sudden urge to run into him and snuggle closer to his body. I shook my head. Why are you thinking that? You barely know the guy! Of course Alice would have other plans.

We stopped outside our building as Alice kissed Jasper's cheek in goodbye. I just quickly made my way through the door as she waved to the two departing men. I took the stairs, not wanting to bother with the elevator before running to the apartment. I didn't want her to catch me. I knew 'the talk' was coming so I wanted to put it off as long as possible. I threw myself down on the couch, kicking off my shoes and tossing my jacket on to the floor. I switched on the TV hoping this would stop her but I was wrong.

She grabbed the remote from my hand, turning to off and throwing it over her shoulder. She stared down at me, tapping her foot with her hands on her hips.

"What?" I asked.

Alice's Make Over Song: Clumsy by Fergie