Hurricane ► Jasper Hale [1]

[13]

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLD woman," were the first words that left Allison Christopher's mouth as she greeted her best friend.

Bella Swan groaned miserably, "First of all, you're three months older than me. Second of all, thank you, but shut up." The curly haired girl laughed brightly, shaking her head at the smaller girl, which resulted in her chocolate curls falling into her face.

Allison leaned against the leather seat in the old rusty, red truck that she had grown so accustom to as Bella drove her to school. "I don't know why you're so upset. I mean, we're adults. We can do what we want. Like, staying up late watching Friends."

Bella sensed her best friend's attempt at cheering her up and smiled, turning her head to briefly glance at the girl whom was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, her long legs stretched out across the dashboard. "I'm a year older than Edward now. That's why I'm upset, because one day I'm going to be look like a grandma and he's not going to want me anymore."

Allison clacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Technically, Edwardo is way older than you. I mean, the guy's, like, 104 or something. He's an antique, Bells. He should be happy that he managed to get a spring chicken like yourself."

The driver snorted, "Spring chicken?" Bella laughed loudly, pulling into the high school parking lot. The girls exited the vehicle, "I just don't like that I'm already physically older than him."

Allison's reply was cut off by Jessica's voice, "Today's the big day, Bella." The brunettes stilled, Allison internally laughing at Bella's misfortune. "R and J essay due," the bubbly girl continued, making the best friends relax slightly.

Allison snickered quietly to herself as Bella released a sigh of relief, "Wherefore art thou, Bella?" Mike spoke teasingly to the girl, reaching his arms out as though he was preforming the scene.

"Let me take a picture of you guys," Bella spoke suddenly, "My mom wants me to put together a scrapbook full of memories from senior year," The girl pulled a camera, one that Allison hadn't known the girl to have, out of her jacket pocket.

"I take them, I'm not in them," Angela attempted to get out of being included in the picture, only to get pulled under Eric's arm and dragged towards him.

Allison smiled at the girl, "If I'm in it, you're in it," The brunette walked over to the group and stood between Mike and Eric, the boys' arms thrown around her shoulders as they all smiled.

"You'll photoshop this if my nose looks big, right?" Jessica spoke up from the other side of Mike, touching her nose before posing.

"Don't worry, I'm in the picture. No one will be looking at you guys," Eric sassed, smiling sarcastically as Allison laughed.

"Please, I think you mean they'll be looking at me," Allison snarked, the group erupting in laughter as the two bickered. The flash on Bella's camera went off, capturing the photo of the group of friends laughing goofily.

"Hey," Angela spoke up, "Why don't I take one of you and Allison?" The photographer directed her question towards Bella, whom then smiled and nodded.

Bella walked over to Allison, wrapping her slim arms around the taller girl's waist as Allison's left arm went around her shoulders. "Say Bella's an old hag," The curly haired girl mumbled sarcastically to her best friend, earning a scoff in reply as Allison threw her head backward and laughed.

And the picture was taken. The moment was captured as an infinite memory. The picture displayed the girls' friendship essentially, with Allison laughing goofily, mouth wide open with happiness written across her features as Bella looked up at her, a grin dancing across her features as she rolled her eyes.