shattered ↠ alice cullen ||completed||

chapter two

Third Person

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It had been nearly two months since Brook and her family had moved to Forks. Rosalie was the human girl's absolute best friend, and Em was her best guy friend. Rosalie had tried to get close to the girl for her sister - she didn't want her sister to hate her for not getting along with the soul mate that the seer had had visions of for the entirety of her vampirism. Brook still hadn't met any of the other Cullens, though she desperately wanted to - Rosalie and Emmett talked very highly of them all.

It was Saturday, and Brook's best friends were going to bring her to their house. Their parents were out, on a little vacation for the weekend. So, the human would be meeting the rest of the Cullens. Brook spent an hour on getting ready, and was happy on how she looked. Her mother and father had approved her outfit, and then she was ready to go. When Rose pulled up to the girl's house, Brook happily walked out of the house. The priest's daughter got into the vampiress's convertible and gave her a side-hug. Brook buckled in and Rosalie drove off.

"Hey, girlie!" She said happily.

"Hey, flower!" Brook greeted, grinning. The vampire laughed.

"Are you excited to meet them?" Rosie asked her human friend.

"Of course. I mean, these people are very close to my two best friends. I'm just nervous I'm going to be socially awkward." She replied calmly, shrugging a bit.

"They will love you." Rosalie assured her friend. The girl smiled and listened to Rosalie's music. She'd had an AUX cord connected to her iPod. They were listening silently as a song came on that made the human tense up. The song was Spectrum by Boyinaband featuring Minx and Cryaotic. She listened to the words, and all she could think of was when Father helped Westboro Baptist Church with their 'warning'. Brook was raised in a house where LGBT was wrong - God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve or Abby and Eve. But... listening to the words of song, the religious girl wondered if it was all correct. Would God really make His children different and then make them feel unsafe?

Alice stood beside her best friend, Bella, and her brother, Edward. They were waiting for Rosalie to bring hers and Emmett's best friend home to meet them. Alice wasn't looking forward to it. She just wanted to spend her life in her bedroom and never leave it. The poor pixie was severely depressed - her entire family had mates, and she was sick of everyone's love whilst she was still alone. She was jealous, and sad. However, the girl had found out that Rosalie was bringing her mate over to meet them all. Alice bounced in place, excited to finally meet her mate.

When Rosalie pulled up to the house, Brook got out of the car. Rose and Brook walked into the house, Rose linking arms with her best friend. They went upstairs as a bunch of voice chimed from up the steps.

"Welcome!" Bella, Edward, Renesmee, Jacob, and Emmett said happily. Alice was staring at the girl in front of her.

The beauty had long dark brown hair that hung just belong her breasts, thick and dark eyebrows, hazel eyes that shone in the dim light, small and somewhat V-shaped nose, plump/pink and made-for-her-kisses lips, pale skin, small cheekbones. The beautiful girl in front of Alice was taller than her with a height of about 5'6", and the girl was skinny (but not the visible-ribs skinny). She smelled of vanilla and orange blossoms, and the smell was absolutely mouth-watering. Alice stared at the girl in absolute adoration.

"Guys, I want you to meet Brook Evans." Rosalie said, looking at her younger sister with a look of knowing.

"Hi." The angel herself said, staring at the shortest girl. She had dark hair that was short and curved at her bangs to the right side of her face, light golden eyes (they looked better on the girl in front of Brook), very small cheekbones, small yet plump and pale-pink lips, a small and fragile nose. She was about 5'0" and thin. She was beautiful. Brook had never seen an angel, but the girl in front of her at that point in time? She just had to be an angel. No human could ever be so beautiful.

"Ahem." Rosalie grinned, clearing her throat. Brook blushed brightly and looked down shyly. The beautiful pixie standing about ten feet away from Brook giggled.

"I'm Alice." Alice said softly, looking at her true mate, blood singer, and true love.

"Hi. I-I'm Brook." The sweet-smelling girl said shyly, stuttering and blushing.

And suddenly, Alice didn't want to go to her bedroom for the rest of eternity.