I can still make the whole place shimmer (with the skin of a killer Bella)

Ch. 9 Finally, some stalking

"Well, this is great." Angelica sighed in defeat. She leaned against the wall, her shoulders slumping forward and painting wrinkles in her sweater.

"Mhm." Alice hummed. "Very rational behavior on everyone's part."

"I'm not the irrational one here, Allie. He was basically smelling her hair in Bio yesterday." Angelica fiddling with the opal ring that ordained her finger. "And not like "Wait, is that coconut conditioner? Oh, that's nice" smelling, like full blown "is your hair cocaine? Because I'm everyone in the 70s and I really want cocaine" smelling. And he's like stalking her to the hospital- and he basically Flashed his way across the parking lot to get to her."

"I'm pretty sure he was fully clothed." Emmett frowned. "Right?" He wondered aloud.

"Like the superhero, Em, not the sex crime." She groaned, pressing her face into the palms of her hands.

"Ohhh." He nodded. "Yeah, okay, that makes more sense."

Angelica sighed, her head lolling to the side. She saw her father's desk, littered with photographs of her and the others. One of them was in a silver frame, and one of her personal favorites. It was up on her wall at home, beside a few of her and Anna and Lilly. Her and Rosalie sitting on a roof and laughing, taken just over twenty years ago. Their hair was big and teased and Angelica's eyelids were painted blue.

Edward had taken the picture. He'd had a photography phase that decade, Angelica recalled. She still didn't know why he'd bothered to capture his two least favorite sisters that day. Perhaps desperation for a subject, or maybe sheer boredom? She shook her head. It was best not to ponder the inner workings of the boy's mind.

"Well he's already acting like a stalker, s0 I can't say streaking is too far off." Rosalie scoffed. She shook her head, tapping her heel against the sterile floor below. "And he's playing the victim, again."

"Well," Alice bit her lip, glancing between her two sisters, "I mean, you guys were sort of antagonizing him earlier, you know?"

Angelica frowned. "He just can't take a joke."

"Angie, I say this with love," Emmett prefaced, "But do you remember when I put saran wrap over your entire door frame on april fools and when you walked into it you just sank to the floor and cried for two hours?"

"I'd just watched the Notebook, that was different." She insisted. "Besides, I'm just returning his energy."Alice shook her head. "If I were you, I'd stop picking fights with Carlisle. You should be saving them for when they'll matter."

Angelica stared at her.

When they'll matter?

"What-what does that mean? Did you like get a vision? When will they matter- why will they matter?"

"Less of a vision, more of like a 'future vibe'." Alice made a vague gesture with her hands, eliciting a myriad of confused shared glances.

"Maybe you should try a new gift." Rosalie shook her head.The dark haired girl shrugged.

"Future vibe, what- what does that even mean?" Angelica threw her arms up before sinking to the floor. "Oh god, I'm gonna be thrown out, I'll live on the streets and my nails will get ugly and I'll have to run away to the Volturi- oh my god and Jane is gonna make it weird cause I stopped answering her letters in like 1901." She buried her face in her hands. "Oh fuck fuck fuck."

I should probably write her back- no, no that's dumb.

"He wouldn't throw you out." Alice said firmly. "There's no possibility I see of that ever happening."