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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


12. The Accursed Store

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On the way to Port Angeles Jess and Angela talked about the boys we hung out with, and the latest gossip to do with the Forks High Baseball Team. Apparently they were quite good this season. My mind hardly registered their voices. I was too busy thinking about what this trip would entail. Sure, it was nice to be out with the girls, but I knew that was not how I would be ending my night. Edward and I would lay all of our cards on the table tonight. Having…most things…out in the open would be a pleasant change.

Alice and I had decided not to tell Edward about my dream just yet. We both agreed that he, in his masochistic way, would turn it into something it wasn’t, and leave. I didn’t need a repeat of that.

“Um Bella, we’ve stopped. You can get out of the car now.” Jessica urged, waving her hand in front of my face as if to awaken a hypnotized person from a trance.

“Oh, are we here already?” I asked, completely surprised.

Jessica sighed, looked at Angela, and rolled her eyes. Ang gave me a reassuring smile, which I returned. Walking into the one dress shop in town we headed straight for the sale rack. Finding a few items each, I followed set myself down on the comfy bench designed for the victims of shopping.

Occasionally encouraging them in their purchases, I sat on a bench thinking of the dress Alice had recently foisted on me. Why I needed a French Runway dress in Forks I’ll never know, but it was an apparent need according to my best vampire friend. I had learned to not rock the boat. So, there the dress sat, begging to be worn. I preferred to not think about it. I had heard sticker shock can cause ulcers after all.

Jessica chose a garishly low-cut fuchsia number that apparently “made her boobs look good,” while Angela selected a rather pleasant lavender dress that accented her small frame nicely.

Following Angela to shoes, I sat down while she found a few pairs of strappy heels, or death traps as I preferred to call them. “So, how is Alice doing? Is she hiking again?”

“Alice is great. Yeah, her family decided to hike south of Mt. Rainer this weekend, I think.” I quickly lied.

“Ah, that’s good.”

“I like those,” I said, pointing to a pair of rhinestone encrusted heels that matched her chosen dress.

She smiled, “I do, too. In fact, I think I’ll get them, though they’ll never match anything else.”

“Oh, go ahead they’re on sale.” I encouraged, inwardly cringing at what Alice and Edward thought of the sale rack. They were in the Big Lots and drowning puppies category.

During one of our long conversations, I had mentioned to Alice that I had previously shopped at Big Lots for all of my clothing. She had proceeded to go through my wardrobe, and burned all the clothing that looked like it has come from the accursed store, promising to replace it with the world’s finest. She almost cringed at the touch of the “unclean” items.

Just then Jessica came back with a handful of silver jewelry she had found to match her dress. I thought it was slightly over the top, but that was Jessica for you.

Since the shopping had taken such a short amount of time, the three of us decided to walk around a bit before dinner. Jess and Ang walked down to the pier, while I went in search of a bookshop. The timing had to be just right on this part of my scheme. Casually being a damsel in distress is harder than it looks.

Idly passing by the bookshop with the dream catchers in the window, I walked toward what looked like the more industrial part of town. Seeing Edward’s Volvo parked discreetly next to an abandoned alley, I turned left. Here was the street. I steeled my nerves, and took a step forward.

Following my exact pattern, I wasn’t surprised to see those loathsome men following me. Quickening my pace, I headed for the small alley, knowing all the while that I could be in dire straits if the timing was not perfect.

Finally I was cornered. While two of the men had followed me, one had snuck down the alleyway to lie in wait. I made sure of my footing, raised my arms, and waited. Anytime Edward. I thought with a smile.

“Don’t be like that sugar.” One of the disgusting me crooned. He stepped forward raising his hand.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Where was my knight…vampire in shining armor? Just as the greasy man raised his fingertips to my cheek, I realized that my timing was off, and Edward might not be able to save me this time.