FOREVER

Dream

Dream

It was about one o'clock by the time I finally got home. I drove slowly watching my knuckles whiten as I gripped the steering wheel. There was such a strange mix of emotions swelling within me at that moment. I was feeling desperately alone at the fact that my one real friend had just broken up with me, so to speak. Pissed off because Edward I'm-too-sexy-for-my-plastic surgeon Cullen had the audacity to confront and get physical with me. And now, the most prominent feeling was sadness. Yes it was lame and yes it was cliché but dammit I was sad. Alice didn't want to be my friend even though she stalked me in the evenings at the foot of my bed and there was no one else here save for my awkward and taciturn father that I could talk to. Thinking about my father reminded me of calling my mother back and I threw my eyes to the roof of my truck with a groan. Loved her to death, but I really didn't want to speak to my mother at the moment. She would freak out about me, talk about herself, ask about my love life, and talk about herself and so on.

But, sometimes you had to do things you just didn't want to do. Thus was my situation and that was why I slammed my car door just a little too roughly after I climbed out. Charlie's cruiser was gone and it was a little too late for him to come home for lunch so it appeared I was in the clear. I put the key in the door and, after working with it for a minute, it swung open swiftly.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, listening. Honestly, I could not be blamed for being a little bit paranoid so I felt no shame as I kept an ear open and stepped into the house, closing the door behind me. Again it was quiet. While I didn't feel a presence in the house, that really didn't mean shit. Alice was as silent as a mouse. It was honestly a wonder I'd woken up those few times to her. I couldn't recall her making a sound that would have woken me up. She was like a fox or something. Was it a fox? I couldn't remember the simile but basically she was sneaky. That was my original point.

Thoroughly satisfied that I was alone, I set my bag on top of the dining room table and headed into the kitchen. Skipping my already late lunch at school mixed with all of the drama at school had really made me hungry so I found the leftover enchiladas and put one into the microwave. I stared at the phone while it heated up, judging if my emotional stability was stable enough to call my mother. The microwave had beeped long before I made my decision but I ultimately ended up picking up the phone and calling my mother's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, mom, it's me."

"...Who?"

"Your daughter, Bella,"

"There must be some mistake. You can't be my daughter, Bella."

"Why not?"

"Because my daughter, Bella, would never call me back like she said she would."

I half-chuckled into the receiver. "Well, miracles do happen. How are you, mom? How's the travelling going?"

"Oh, it's been going great, Bella! Phil is just tickled to death. But enough about me, how about you? Have you met any friends, boyfriends? How's school?"

"School's fine," I answered automatically, twisting the phone cord around my finger lamely. "I mean, it's a small town so there's really nothing to talk about. I met a few friends and, you know I guess I'm in a group of some sort."

"That's great, honey! Found a bestie yet?"

"Mom, don't say bestie. And I had one, but she kind of pulled a 180."

"Well then she doesn't deserve your friendship. Don't worry, Bella and don't let things like that get you down."

"Yeah, Mom, thanks," I answered as I rolled my eyes. Honestly, what did my mother know about this type of friendship? This was no ordinary, 'let's sleep over' friendship. This was a 'let me make you so paranoid that your father has to save you from a shower' type of friendship. Her intentions were good, but I really couldn't use her advice. She was right about Alice not deserving my friendship; however I chose to ignore that little piece of information. Logically thinking, I knew that while Alice and I had a couple of really good moments, her constant absences and strange behavior were quite overwhelming. And we'd only been' friends' for about two days so for me to be acting like I'd lost my 'bestie' was a little overdramatic even for me. But, despite all of this logic, I knew that I'd drop any concern or suspicion if she so much as looked my way. Because that was what she did. She charmed me into forgetting about logic or reality. Yes it was lame and quite hard to believe but until Alice Cullen walks into your bedroom in the middle of the night I suggest you don't judge.