I woke, much to my dismay, to a crashing sound coming from outside my room. I tiptoed across my room and opened my door to see a disheveled Alice on the floor. She got up on all fours and shook from the fall and then decided to try and get up once more. I looked back at the clock, telling me it was early morning. I went out of my warm, safe bedroom and went to help her.
"Hey there, pretty lady!" I sang out. She jumped in my voice and then clutched her chest as she tried to not scream.
"Bella, you scared the living day lights out of me!" Alice exclaimed.
"Sorry, what are you doing home so early?"
"Jasper and I had a little argument, I needed to get out of there, and so I came home. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Just the crash of your body plummeting to the floor," I answered sarcastically. "What happened with Jazz?"
"Erm…nothing." Just forget I said anything."
"You can always tell me, Al. I won't judge you."
"It's nothing like that, it's just, Jasper had some expectations that I didn't agree to."
"Sexual expectations?" I asked curiously. I didn't think Jasper was a creep who made Alice uncomfortable, but people could surprise you.
"Oh, God, no. He had some expectations of...you." Alice trailed off.
"Me?" I asked confused.
"Yea, he thinks that you should be friendlier to Mike."
"You disagreed with that?" That wasn't Alice. She was usually all for my and Mike's relationship, something that did not exist. Well, did not exist for me anyways.
"Bella, I think Mike could be good for you, take care of you, make your future secure. You can't help who you fall in love with and I would never try and make you be with someone where the feelings weren't there. Jasper doesn't exactly share my view."
"I get it. He wants me to be nicer to Mike for his job."
"Jasper loves you; he'd never try to hurt you. He just doesn't want any trouble. You know how he is."
"Yes, I do. I know that he would never to anything to make me uncomfortable, but I see his side too."
"Want to explain it to me?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.
"If Mike doesn't get his way, Jasper will pay. More importantly, you could pay for him. Jasper is trying to protect all of us. I guess I didn't see that before."
"Oh," was all Alice spoke.
"I'm going to be nicer to Mike. He is a…"I squirmed internally at the next phrase I used, "a charming guy." I could have thrown up at the statement. I shifted my weight and turned my head so Alice couldn't see the grimace on it.
"Really? Oh Bella, that'd be wonderful! I have to go call Jazz!" Alice was back to her pixie-like hyperactivity.
"Since when do you two fight?" I asked smiling. She turned around as she was walking to her bedroom.
"Since he has issues with my best friend," she stated matter-of-factly. I smiled at the loyalty of my friend and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. I heard another crash coming from Rosalie's room and then some giggles. A couple minutes later, a disheveled Emmett was walking out of Rose's room, wearing wrinkled clothes and a smug grin. Rose came trailing behind him wearing only a sheet.
"Morning, you two," I giggled from my stance. I got the newspaper from outside of our door and started reading the Sunday Comics. It was a guilty pleasure of mine and I loved reading Peanuts, Blondie, and the Family Circus.
"Morning Smelly Belly," Emmett chuckled.
"Morning," Rose sang out. Emmett walked to the door and Rose was behind him. I couldn't help but stare as Emmett wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a passionate embrace. His lips crashed into hers and she melted into his embrace. She pulled back from him and smiled and he was on his way. She shut the door and sighed and then headed back to her room. "I'm going to go catch up on some sleep," she winked at me so I caught her meaning. "I'll see you when I get up."
"I'm going to head to the studio and work," I said while taking a sip of coffee. Rose nodded and yawned as she shut her door as I finished reading Dilbert.
When my coffee was finished and a stupid grin was on my face from Beetle Bailey, I headed to my room and got dressed. I put on pink tights, a black leotard, leg warmers and a sweater. I started on my hair, twirling and twisting it into a bun. I sprayed it down with hairspray and bobby-pinned it into place. I grabbed my bag off of the floor and made my way to the studio. I took the stairs, hoping it would help my legs get warmed up, and started the walk to Julliard.