This beautiful banner was made by the amazing Marauder by Midnight! thank you! The sequel to My One Love! Life and love can only meet through colossal experiences…like turning into a vampire. This story is all about life with Bella as a vampire with Edward at her side, Jake and Ally's love, Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Jasper, Carlisle and Esme, and of course, Dan's new life. We all do crazy things when in love, imagine being a mythical creature when in love! WELLLL. Chapter 30 is up and ready to read.
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26. Another Date
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“Jane, will you hand me that hairbrush?” Alice asked, probably because her hands were full of my hair, or busy with pulling out the curling iron.
“Yeah, here,” I said, handing her the brush. I was currently getting ready for a date with Daniel, which was apparently going to be at a surprise location.
As I waited for a chance to look in the mirror – Alice wouldn’t let me move my head as she worked – I smiled, feeling content. It had been a month since the whole Volturi thing had happened and Alice and I were really good friends now. She had decided that she wanted to give me a full-on-girl-spa day today, so I had happily concurred.
We had gone to this little boutique in Seattle and shopped for my outfit, then right next door there was a nails place and so we got our nails done. We tried to get Bella to come, but she just wasn’t into that kind of thing. I was about to ask Rosalie, but Alice advised me not to. Rosalie, well, she just hated me.
“She doesn’t hate you.” All of the Cullens told me every time I brought it up. “She’s just… Rosalie.”
“Okay, and I’m…done!” Alicesquealed excitedly, pulling the scarf off of the mirror and letting me look at myself.
“Oh my gosh! Alice, you’re truly amazing! I love it!” I exclaimed, turning my head to the side and blinking into the mirror.
She had curled my hair into large corkscrew curls and then pinned half of them up, and allowed a few to frame the sides of my face. With my make-up, she had put on a light golden tone over my eyes and smoky eyeliner and just a little dab of mascara and pink lip-gloss.
“You look hot,” she grinned proudly into the mirror. “I wish everyone was as cooperative with makeovers.”
“I love makeovers,” I laughed.
“I hate makeovers!” I heard Bella call from downstairs. I laughed again and got up, grabbing my purse.
I took one last look— still loving the outfit Alice and I picked out.
Daniel had told me a few weeks ago that he loved it when I wore dresses, so I decided to make him happy and wear one tonight. I wasn’t sure if it was casual or formal or what, so I went with semi-formal.
I was wearing an adorable silky brown cocktail dress with a golden ribbon at the waist, and it was paired with my black terry Juicy Couture bag that was my 17th birthday present from Dad.
“And now, for the shoes!” Alice called, running to her room. I rolled my eyes slightly. She was dying to let me borrow her shoes because we were the same size and she said she had the perfect shoes to match my dress.
Twirling around in my dress while waiting, I felt all giggly inside, like I was a twelve year old playing dress-up. I had always wished for a sister, and now it felt like I was getting them. I brushed some lint off the new coat I had bought also, an adorable black trench. I felt a little guilty of how much money I spent— Dad would be pissed. Even though I had only bought the coat and the dress, it still came out to a pretty hefty bill.
“Here we go, these should fit perfectly,” Alice said coming back into Daniel’s room. I turned and gasped, feeling faint.
“Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.
“I…Oh my God… are—are those really Manolo Blahnik’s?” I almost started hyperventilating.
“Oh Jane,” she sighed, putting a hand on her heart and looking like she wanted to cry.
“Finally, I have someone who understands the meaning of designer brands!”
She was holding up a pair of the most gorgeous boots. But these weren’t just any boots—they were Manolo Blahnik’s cinched black nappa leather boots with a tie-back and 4 inch heels. In short, they were expensive and wonderful and a shoe-obsessed-girl’s dream boots.
“I can’t wear those!” I whispered in awe. “They’re like fifteen hundred dollars!”
“Actually, two thousand, with tax and all,” she smiled as my eyes bugged out. “Oh come now, it’s no big deal, I trust you, and they are so cute, right?”
“Cute? They are perfect,” I pulled a hand down the chic leather. “I’d die to wear them, but I can’t. Just…can’t.”
“Yes, you can!” She said stubbornly. “Put them on, otherwise I won’t let you leave!” I
stared at her, trying to see if she was bluffing, but I could tell she probably wasn’t.
“Okay…if you insist.”
I bit my lip and put on the shoes, feeling all fluttery inside. I had never in a million years thought I would wear two thousand dollar shoes.
Alice’s cell phone rang and she talked on the phone quickly while helping me get the boots on. Once they were, I got up and took a few trial steps down the hall and did a turn. I felt like a runway model with all these awesome designer things.
“Jane, Daniel’s outside, you ready?” Alice asked. I nodded and put on my coat, excited.
“I wonder where he’s taking me,” I said, going downstairs.
“Oh Jane, you look beautiful,” Bella smiled at me. She and Edward were sitting at the piano, and he was playing softly while she listened, leaning on his shoulder.
“Yes, you really do,” Esme said softly, from where she sat on the sofa, listening and flipping through a book.
“Thank you,” I blushed slightly.
I still didn’t understand how stunning women like them could possibly think I was worth looking at.
“More than beautiful,” a silky voice said from down the hall. I turned and stared at him, tilting my head.
He was still perfection. Like all the world’s men would bow down to him in shame. He smiled a naturally gleaming smile that almost made me drool. He was wearing this really hot outfit that made me, well, swoon.
He wore a gray half-sleeved argyle sweater on top of a collared shirt with a tie, plus gray workpants and black loafers. Totally semi-formal.
“Oh dear, it looks like a runway model got lost and came in here,” I grinned, winking at him. He chuckled and brushed his hand through his hair, making it even more irresistible.
“Yeah, I have no idea, Alice said it would look good, so…” He put his hands in his pockets and looked down.
I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck—the boot heels totally made me tall enough to do that!—and kissed him on the cheek.
“You are a lip-lickin’ hunk of a man, as my grandma would say,” I whispered to him, giggling a little at the words.
“A what?” He looked up, laughing and putting his arms around me.
“I don’t know, she had the weirdest slang,” I shrugged.
“Nice. Are you ready to go?”
“Mhmm. You still haven’t told me where!” I playfully glared at him.
“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” he said, pulling me to the door.
“Okay. It’s a good thing I like surprises.” We said goodbye to everyone and got in his car—oh did I mention Daniel bought a car?!
Two weeks ago, he came knocking at my door, almost jumping with excitement. I was unfortunately in my workout clothes, about to play some basketball with Dad on his day off. Daniel came in, says hello to Dad, grabs my hand and pulls me out to the driveway, successfully scaring the hell out of me.
“Look, I bought it!” He grinned, and pointed to a car, standing in the driveway. I stared at the thing, trying to come up words.
“Isn’t she wonderful? I’ve been dreaming of this car since I was 15. You know, my dad used to drive a car just like this, I even have a picture of him and my mom sitting on the hood a few days after their honeymoon. Ally’s going to freak when I tell her,” he rambled slightly, and I stared at him. I had never seen Daniel this excited before. “Do you like it?”
I nodded, walking over and sitting inside, feeling the leather. I was never really excited about cars, but the thing looked pretty awesome.
“It’s great! What kind is it?”
“A ’67 Shelby Mustang,” he said, running his hand down side.
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Classic beauty.”
“Yes…” He sighed in happiness.
And so now, as we got into his car, I stared at him, watching how he reveled in driving.
“You’re so…appreciative,” I said. He turned down the radio and looked at me, confused.
“Pardon?” He asked. I smiled—no one ever said words like ‘pardon’ except the Cullens.
“I just mean…everything you have, you always work hard for it, and you always appreciate everything for what it is, even if it’s old or broken or a big responsibility. I admire that,” I said, almost embarrassed at how I was blurting this out of nowhere.
“Thank you,” he murmured, reaching over and holding my hand. “I’m still not as hard of a worker as you, though. You always seem so sure of yourself. I admire that.”
I smiled and accepted the compliment without arguing, like he accepted mine.
“It’s a good thing we admire each other,” I laughed. “Otherwise I’d still be crying in the closet somewhere.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“Yeah right,” he said simply, driving swiftly along the dark highway.
- Five Years?!
- Southern gentleman Bets!!!
- Talking to the New Girl
- Holy Shit!
- Coffee time!
- Book job, anyone?!
- special coins and CCCs
- Jane Shuler's Day
- The Date!
- Partay time!
- Those Three Words...
- Run Away
- Waking up without you
- Talking to God
- Of Angels and Monsters
- When You Hurt, I hurt
- Surpsrises just for you
- Carry Me Home
- Bittersweet homecoming
- It takes two to tango
- Can I be your tour guide?
- Of Jealousy and Imprinting
- Italian and Dan don't mix well...
- Prego-yoga, anyone?
- The Showdown
- Another Date
- Dead vs. Undead
- When you come knockin'
- Pictures of you
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