Twistice (Twi-Stice)

Bugatti and Spirit

**Ch 42 Bugatti and Spirit**

**Bella's POV**

            I can't fucking believe them!! I took out some clothes before going to get in the shower. By the time I was finished I had 10 minutes to change and get downstairs. When I made it down everybody was down there. I went to go check out and head to the little breakfast café thing they had with the hotel. After we all ate I headed to the car and unlock it leaving the key in the door before opening the trunk and placing my bags in. The rest followed behind suit; I moved out of the way and climbed into the back seat stretching my legs along the seat. Edward tried to climb in the back with me but stopped when I hissed at him.

            He growled at me and sat down regardless. I threw up a barrier so he wouldn’t come any closer, before snapping my finger and making a pillow and blanket appear. I curled up and fell asleep. I don’t know how long I been asleep before I feel someone touching my face. I roll over to go back to sleep when the shaking begun. I groaned and open my eyes only to be face to face with Leah. It took me a minute to really focus but when I did I started laughing. She was making funny faces at me. “Now that I have your attention, get your ass up we are here.” She said I looked around and saw that we are the only ones left in the car. I snapped my fingers and the pillow and blanket went are along with the barrier.

            I got out the car and went to the trunk. I pulled out my bag and took out my camera case. I made sure that I had the backup memory cards. “Bella why did you go and buy a camera when Alice had one?” Angela asked after I closed the trunk. “Because I want pictures of things I like and I have a different eye than many people, so if the take a picture of something they like and I take it you can see what it looks like to me.” I tried to explain to her. She nodded understanding where I was coming from. “Alrighty everyone we are the annual car show that they hold here at the pier by AT&T park. I want to see all the cars first before we head to the last part of my day okay so stay with the group and don’t stray because I will be pissed if I have to go looking for you.” Rosalie said as we made our way towards the entrance.

            Don’t get me wrong I am still furious with them but I am trying to contain myself since it is her day and I don’t want to cause problems for them. I sighed and attached the strap to the camera before readjusting the bag to my shoulder and hang the camera around my neck. The first car we came to was a 1935 Auburn 851 Speedster. I had to admit that it was beautiful car. We went around the show looking at all the different makes and models of Imperials, Lincolns, Packards, Bentley, and Rolls Royce.

            We were just wrapping up a few hours later when Rose spotted a black 1925 Rolls Royce Phantom with blood red upholstery. She kept going back and forth with the man that owns the car talking about the quality and condition of the car. It was becoming extremely boring so I started walking away looking at the last few cars left in the show, when I stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting in front of me was the God amongst classic cars in my book. It was a 1930 Bugatti Royale and what made it even more spectacular was the fact that it had a for sale sign on the window. I ran over there practically drooling over it. “Can I help you Miss?” I turned around to see this older gentleman ask me.

            I kept looking from the car to him unable to get the words out my mouth. “Do you want the car?” he asked I simply nodded my head vigorously. He chuckled before speaking. “Well someone already put in an offer for it, and I was thinking about going with it even though it was a little under my price.” He explained. I looked at the car and saw that it was in working condition just not up to the standard that it was supposed to be, so I could understand why that person would go a little under the price. “Please I would pay full price for it, and to have it shipped to my house.” I told him after I could find my voice. He looked at me shocked before speaking. “That is very considerate of you but why do you want this car. I mean it’s in working condition but it doesn’t look how it use to or run like it’s supposed too. I'm only selling it because I can no longer take care of it.” He explained.