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Isabella and I

Summary:
Isabella is cool and confident
Bella is shy and hardworking
Isabella is a cheerleader
Bella is a friendmaker.
Bella and Isabella are total opposites.
Problem is, they're the same person


Notes:
Okay, this has a rather random theme. And also, slightly non/canon in parts. Don't get offended! It's just a story. Oh, and Alice isn't a vampire yet. Jasper found the Cullen's on his own. Bella, also isn't a vampire but the other Cullen's are (like normal)


3. Chapter 3

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Bella

When I woke up, I knew something was wrong. My head ached and each small light burned my eyes. I struggled to the bathroom and threw up. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot. What was wrong with me?

It's called a hangover, as you would know if you weren't so damn, pure said a voice in my mind.

Why do I have a hangover when I don't drink? I thought. It couldn't be a hangover; I hadn't had a drink in my life apart from one glass of champagne at my mum's wedding two years ago. I couldn't have a hangover!

Well it looks like we drink now, doesn't it? I looked at the mirror again. My reflection had changed slightly. My hair looked thicker and darker. My face was paler and I had long, dark eyelashes.

See how you could look if you actually tried?

Make up's a pain.


Then deal with your hangover like a guy!

I'm not a guy!

My point exactly! A girl deals with a hangover by putting makeup on or staying in bed all day. Now, perfect record or make up?

Forget it, I'm staying home. I crawled back to bed. Why had I been having a conversation with myself? I must be losing it. I curled up under my covers. A while later Charlie stuck his head round the door.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"No...I think I'm sick," I whispered, wishing he'd keep quiet.

"Okay. Stay here today. Can I get you anything?"

"No"

"Alright"
And that was where I remained for the rest of the day.


Isabella

I woke up the next morning feeling great. I could only assume I'd slept through Wednesday, because the amount I'd drunk after cheerleading practice was enough to give anyone a hangover. I got out of bed and headed out to school. I was early for once. I felt my cell buzz and checked it. A text from Rosalie.

Meet me outside the school. I waited for her. She arrived with her brothers flanking her.

"Hey Rosalie"

"Hi Isabella. Jasper, this is my friend Isabella"

"Nice to meet you"

"You too"

"Oh god, I'm late. I promised I'd help set up for gym" said Rosalie. I looked at her, flabbergasted. She never offered to help. She winked at me and I realized she'd set it up so I could talk to Jasper.

"I'll walk you to your class if you want?" suggested Jasper to me. I shrugged and walked off. Distance, play hard to get Isabella.

"So...Rosalie said you didn't have a date for the party on Saturday?" said Jasper.

"She said you didn't have on either," I said.

"Well, would you like to go with me?" he asked, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"I'll think about it. I have got offers"

"I'll take that as a yes"

"You can take it whatever way you feel necessary," I said, flirtatiously.

"I'll pick you up at eight?"

"If you want"

"I do want. You may not know this, but you are an incredibly attractive girl Isabella"

"Oh I know it"