This is my first attempt at a drabble fic, but I had an idea and it seemed to work with the drabble format. These chapters may be more "dribbles" than "drabbles" but most chapters will be less than 400 words. Some may be much shorter; some a little longer.
This is a little story I did as a Valentine's Day gift to my readers that took on a life of it's own as I wrote it. Instead of being a short, sweet story of 40 or so chapters, it became closer to 65 chapters or more. I'll post as I get chapters completed. Some will be faster than others.
This story is pure romance and humor—absolutely no angst. I wrote it because I wanted to write something just for fun.
Review if you feel like it, but I won't beg. Reviewing is totally up to you. I just want you to enjoy reading the story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Most chapters are in Bella's Point of View, but I have scattered in a few of Edward's here and there, more toward the end of the story.
Other than this first A/N, there won't be others unless I need to tell you something about the chapter.
Most of the story has been beta'd by my awesome, dear friend, Melolabel. However, this story has progressed into something much longer than originally planned. For that reason, I may have to post some of them without her beta'ing skills.
I do not own Twilight; however, it seems that Twilight does own me, and a lot of other people too.
Remember, there are 45 days between New Year's Day and Valentine's Day.
Chapter 1: How to Catch a Man in 45 Days
New Year's Eve/Day, 1:30 am…
"En the ness thin' you can do is put some highlies in yo hair… hic", Alice slurred as she waived her champagne glass in my general direction from her perch at the opposite end of the sofa.
"Whatsa matter wif mah hair?" I asked as I brought a large handful of my long, dark strands around in front of my face, looking at it with narrowed eyes.
"Nothin'…nothin' t'all. Yo hair is spectac … hic … spec … hic …" She took a deep breath before trying again. "Yo hair is boo-tee-full, Bellwa. I jus wuv yo hair." Alice gave me a sloppy smile before she tipped her glass to her lips and emptied it.
I smiled broadly back at her as I carefully added #7— hi lit har—to the growing and increasingly messy list written on the composition book in my lap.
"I nee ah nover drink." Alice mumbled and then tried twice to rise from her seat, but fell back each time before finally giving up with a disgusted huff.
I reached unsteadily toward the coffee table and picked up the champagne bottle, bringing it slowly to tip upside down over her glass. A few drops dribbled out; the bottle was empty.
"Dang! Bubbles aaalllll gone!" I said sadly as I tried to place the now-empty bottle back on the table. After a few attempts to sit it upright, I decided it looked much better lying on its side beside its two brothers.
Turning back to the notebook, I looked at Alice through droopy eyes and said, "Do ya thin' we haf a nuf on our list?"
"Um-hummm…" Alice muttered as she slowly fell back against the sofa cushion, her mouth hanging open as she fell fast asleep.
My last thought as I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to cover us both was, "Catch my man…," before I, too, passed out cold.