Hi! This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it! This takes place the day of the baseball game… except without that scene. Instead of James coming to the game, he meets Bella at a mall…I got the idea in a dream I had lol! Ya I have dreams about twilight sometimes. Weird… anyway, please leave reviews but nothing too mean! (P.S. – sorry, Victoria and Laurent aren't in this…)
DISCLAIMER – I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. IT BELONGS TO STEPHENIE MEYER. That makes me sad.
"No! I will not let you take me shopping, and that is FINAL!"
"C'mon, Bella, please?" Alice begged. "It'll be fun!"
Searching for an excuse, I replied, "I, uh… have a lot of homework."
"Bella, it's Friday! And besides, we don't have school on Monday, so you have an extra day."
Alice gave me her pouty puppy face, and I sighed.
"Alice, don't do this to me. You know how much I hate shopping."
"Is that a yes?" Alice didn't give me time to answer. "Yay! So tonight at eight I'll pick you up, okay? And then we'll…"
As Alice babbled on, I couldn't help wondering why Alice was so psyched about tonight. Though, Alice was always excited for wasting money on pricey attire, she was never this excited. I guessed it was because it was for prom, a night that all humans should experience, according to Edward. Ah, Edward. All my negative thoughts disappeared and became fantasies of Edward.
Okay, fine. I'll do it. I'll go shopping for Edward.
"Ooh, Bella, this would look great with your eyes!" Alice admired as she held up a strapless, light purple dress. We were at the small mall in Port Angeles, in some designer store that Alice had dragged me into.
I sighed. "Alice, just pick something for me and I'll try it on."
"Okay! Try this, and this… and this, and this, and this!" Alice cried, and handed me a pile of clothes so enormous I almost fell over.
"Alice," I groaned. "A little help?"
Alice giggled. "Just try on this one for now," she suggested and picked up the purple dress that she had seen originally. "I think you'll like it."
As I went over to the changing rooms, Alice called out, "Bella, do you mind if I go to the store across the hall? I see a dress that's just calling my name."
"Be my guest." I was happy that she was doing something for herself, and not just slaving over me.
In the changing room, I eyed the dress that Alice had picked out for me. She was right. It did compliment my eyes. And it fit. I checked the price. Eek! Way out of my price range.
I decided to go back to the smorgasbord. (Yes, that is a word!) As I was browsing through the sale rack, I felt eyes on my back. I tilted my head slightly to see a handsome blonde man looking a dresses behind me. When I turned back, I felt the eyes again. Great, that's just what I need. A stalker, I thought. I grabbed a random dress and started to walk away, but the man came crossed in front of me and blocked my path.
"Hello," he said. His voice was raspy, yet somehow not unpleasant to listen to.
I tried to walk away, but he had cornered me.
"That girl who just went into that other store," he pointed to the store that Alice was in. "Do you know her?"
Why did this man want to know about Alice? Did he know something about her? I looked up at his face. He was very handsome… a bit too handsome. I looked into his eyes. Under the brown, I could see a hint of… oh my Gosh. Red. His eyes were red.