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A month had passed─ a whole month, and though both Edward and Tomi concluded their bad feeling might after all have been anxiety, neither of them had been able to get over it completely.
Tomi, on her side, had been so busy that she hadn't really been able to concentrate on it, between being scolded by Charlie, forced to really pay attention to school, getting a passing grade and moving back into the Swan residence while working on her eating disorder (which, truly, had been such an unbelievably hard experience even with Edward holding her hand through all of it, she had spent days relapsing, and others really working to be better,) everything had been quite... normal for a while. She'd started wearing contacts around people, had been gifted a few more wigs on her birthday which she still used regularly unless she was with the Cullen's, had managed to get a control of that thing that had clung to her the first few days of her renewed existence and had it hidden unless, again, she was with her friends.
She'd ended the year with okay marks, to Charlie's grand pleasure, and prom... well, Prom was today, and as the girls had planned, they were having their little sleepover instead of attending.
"Oh, my, God," Rosalie hissed, ripping the bottle from Tomi's hand once again, causing the girl to go stumbling back into the couch gently, almost right into Emmett who was innocently shifting through the Netflix menu for a movie they hadn'tseen yet. "Edward's gonna kill us."
Alice only just laughed from the other side of the too long couch, her legs crossed and her silk slip on dress falling daintily on her thin shoulders. "Oh come on, she's allowed to have some fun."
Rosalie spurred slightly, and then placed the bottle down onto the floor. "She can have fun without getting drunk! You were supposed to watch her. I was gone... fifteen minutes max."
Tomi perked up at the reference of her quick errands, her hands shooting towards the ceiling. "Did you get the cookies?"
"Yes," Rosalie huffed through her nose, taking from a nearby bag a bowl of subway cookies.
When testing out new foods with her friends, even if they didn't eat with her, Tomi had also grown an addiction to these cookies. "Eeeek!" Tomi cheered, throwing herself in Rosalie's arms a bit sloppily.
