Note: Stephenie Meyer owns it all, I'm just borrowing.

Hope you all enjoy my little experiment. It's BPOV and M for language and other business ;)


Chapter 1

It had been two months since Alice and mine's party planning business had taken off. It was keeping us incredibly busy, taking up many of our nights and weekends. Alice, for the most part, did the actual party planning. I helped her at times, but my main job was to handle our finances. We worked out of Alice's apartment about three days a week, sometimes more depending on if we had jobs or not. We currently didn't have any, so Alice gave me the day off.

I was just waking up when my roommate, the beautiful Rosalie, whom I had befriended in college, came barging into my room. It was late, probably one or two in the afternoon. I could tell by the intensity of the light shining through my window.

"Which one?" She held up two dresses. One was an extremely short, red, jersey tube dress. The other was a tight, yellow, knee-length, satin spaghetti-strap dress.

"Definitely the red." Rose always looked great in red, with her gorgeous blonde locks and model figure. "What are these for anyways?"

"I have a date tonight," she responded nonchalantly, walking over to my closet and opening the door. "Mind if I borrow some shoes?" Shoes were the only thing of mine that Rosalie ever had any interest in borrowing. We definitely didn't have the same taste in clothes. I would never be so bold to wear either of the dresses that she had picked out for tonight.

"Only if you tell me who you're going out with tonight." Rosalie kept rummaging through my shoes as I lifted off the covers I was still under, sat up, and stretched my arms.

"Some guy from work," she answered absentmindedly. "Ugh." I guess she didn't find any shoes she wanted to borrow. "We really need to get you some new shoes, Bella..." I could see the gears working in her head. "And you know when we can get you some..." Uh-oh. She started to walk out of the room. "Get up Bella, we're going to Bloomingdales!" Shit. "I'll call Alice, now hurry up and get ready!" She closed my door and a few seconds later I heard the door to her room close as well.

I hated to shop in general, but shopping with Alice was a nightmare. She always wanted me to try on anything she could get her hands on, and if she liked it she would buy it for me. She wouldn't even ask if I liked it or not. Alice came from money, while I did not, so she had no problem making these purchases for me. I, on the other hand, did have a problem with this.

I tried to think of ways to get out of this shopping trip. I didn't even really need shoes, Rosalie did. Why couldn't Rosalie and Alice go alone?

"There's no way you're getting out of coming!" I heard Rosalie yell from the other room, answering my thoughts.

Fine, I thought to myself, I'll get up.

I stood up and yawned, looking at the clock which read 1:17 P.M.

I slid off what I'd been sleeping in and stepped into the matching Victoria Secret bra and panty set that Alice had inappropriately given me for my 23rd birthday, last year. The set consisted of a black lace bra and black lace boy shorts. Over that I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans, my long-sleeve blue Ralph Lauren button-up, and my favorite pair of black Converse.

I stepped into my bathroom, which was fortunately connected to my room, and brushed my teeth. I then ran my hands through my wavy brown hair to give the illusion that I didn't just roll out of bed. Finishing off my morning routine, applying a thin layer of eyeliner above and beneath my eyes, just how Alice had taught me to. She frequently liked to play "Makeover Bella" when she came over.

We all lived in New York City, and Alice lived in an apartment building about a block and a half over from us. Rosalie and I met Alice one day, about a year ago, on one of Rosalie's jobs. She's a photographer and Alice had done a brief stint in commercial modeling. I had gone to meet Rose after one of her jobs, we were going to go pick up some lunch, but she surprised me by introducing me to Alice. It was hard not to become best friends with Alice. She was one of the nicest people I'd ever met, and the energy she gave off made her impossible to stay away from.

I heard a knock at the front door, and walked out of the bathroom, through my room and the living room, and to the door. I opened it to see Alice standing there with a big smile on her face. Alice had short and spiky black hair and was only a smidgen above five feet tall. We liked to refer to her as the 'pixie'. She was dressed in a cute little romper that we'd bought on our last shopping extravaganza.

"Good, you're up," was all she said as she pushed past me and into the little apartment. Rose and mine's apartment was on the second floor of a walk-up. It had a small living room, with just a couch, two chairs, and a small entertainment center with the flat screen TV that Rosalie had bought last year. My room and bathroom were right off of the living room. Through another entry was a small hallway with an opening on the left to our average sized kitchen and a door on the right to Rosalie's room and bathroom. We were extremely lucky to have our own bathrooms in New York City.

I closed the door and turned to see Alice plop down on the couch. "Hurry up, Rose!" She yelled. "We have a lot of shopping to do!"

I grumbled and her head whipped in my direction. "Do not disrespect the art of shopping, Bella," was all she said before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

I followed after her and leaned against the kitchen counter. Alice opened up the the refrigerator and pulled out a diet soda, which she opened and took a sip of.

We stood there in silence for a few minutes before we saw Rosalie walk into the room. She always amazed me with how beautiful she looked, even just in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Let's go," she smiled up at us, swung her black leather satchel over her shoulder, and turned to walk out the door.

Alice set her soda down on the counter and followed in the same fashion, slipping her Chanel handbag onto her shoulder and walking out.

It was weird that I was friends with two people so different from me.

I walked out of the kitchen, grabbed my free-with-purchase tote which contained my wallet and other essentials from my room, and made my way out the front door.

I prayed this wouldn't be one of those full day shopping trips.


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