Author's Note: eow!! This is my first ever story to be encoded and entered in ! I have more stories but I'm too lazy to encode them. . . Here goes!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA AND THE PORCHE COMPANY!! *sob*
It was 3:00 in the morning. Bella stayed over at the Cullen Mansion. She was awoken by the constant singing, spelling and chanting of Porche.
—BPOV—
"P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! POR…CHE, PORCHE, PORCHE!!" was heard over and over and over again.
"What in the? Is that?" I woke up. I fell asleep on Edward's couch.
"Alice," Edward said. He sat down at the edge of his couch, covering his ears.
We went to Alice's room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, eating something.
"Alice, what're you eating?" Edward asked her.
"Dunno," she stopped chanting, "It looked delicious so, I tried it. I ate some then didn't like it. But, the more I ate it, the more I liked it. P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche. . ." she continued.
Edward took a piece of what she was eating and smelled it. "Alice, this is candy!" he said.
"I like candy! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche!" I noticed what tune she was singing. 'Dada-dum, dada-dum, dada-dum, dum, dum.'
"Why d'you eat it?"
"I was bored. I did everything already. I watched TV, went online, annoyed you, cleaned my room, went outdoors, drove my Porche, went to LA—" I cut her off.
"You went to LA?!" I said.
"Yeah, just for fun. Anyways, I went shopping—" she was cut off again.
"This early in the morning?!" Edward and I said together.
"No. I went to Paris last night."
"Then why was your Porche left here?" Edward asked.
"I took your Volvo. Then I rode a jet. I asked a friend, who is a pilot, to take me there. Anyways, I did a lot of things. Then, I got bored. I saw some of these" she showed us the candy, "in the fridge so I tasted it. After several pieces, I became hyper. I began with P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche!" she chanted it the way the background music in a baseball stadium is suppose to sound, "Then I started singing it the way I sing it now! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R-C-H-E, Porche, Porche! P-O-R…C-H-E, PORCHE, PORCHE!" Alice continued her chant.
Edward and I looked at each other.
"Alice will be Alice," he said.
"Let's leave it that way. . ." I said and sighed. We returned to his room.