This is my first time writing fanfiction. Ever. So please don't eat me, :)

This is Alice/Bella. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Oh, and none of this belongs to me. We have Stephanie Meyer to thank for that.

Review if you like. And with that, let's begin!

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"Gorgeous. Simply," Her hands brushed my collarbone as she spoke, "Gorgeous"

Her touch made me shiver. I exhaled sharply. "So, do you think he'll like it?"

Her hand whipped away from my shoulder like I had burned her. "Yes... He'll love it! I did a great job, if I do say so myself. Here, go look in the mirror."

Was is my imagination? She sounded like she was trying to cover something up. Her composure was usually flawless, like every other part of her. I was never sure what she was thinking, but somehow I didn't mind. I wasn't like Edward; I didn't need to know what people were thinking to feel comfortable with myself. Alice didn't either, or at least, I didn't think she did. She didn't always look to the future for answers. She knew, best of all, that the future could change with the blink of an eye and that sometimes feelings change faster than anything else...

I looked down at myself and saw the blue silk again. It was a gorgeous dress, but it was bound to look ridiculous on me.

"I'm kind of afraid. This dress looks insanely frilly." I said, cautiously. I didn't want to offend her. She had spent all afternoon with me, helping me to get ready for prom. I pretended I didn't want her to fuss over me. In truth, her company made me delirious, and I wanted to avoid it if possible. Reminding myself to avoid her was hard when she was standing so close.

She chuckled, "Oh come on! Don't spoil this for me! I can't remember my time as a human, you wouldn't deprive me of my one joy would you?" Then she tilted her head and her eyes lost their focus. She was reading the future. "No, you wouldn't. And you're going to love the dress. Just go look!"

I stepped away from her and moved towards the mirror. When I saw myself, I gasped. The dress looked beautiful, and I didn't ruin it too, too much. Alice had done a great job. I wondered if, in addition to her ability to read the future, she also had the ability to bring out the best in people.

I guess I was silent too long. When Alice spoke, her voice was nervous. "Bella? Bella, are you okay? If you hate it I can find a different dress... Just tell me if you hate it."

Briefly, I wondered why she didn't already my know opinion. So, instead of answering, I leaped across the room and grabbed her around the waist. I pulled her towards me, and hugged her tight. She really was tiny. The top of her head barely reached my throat. I was incredibly grateful. "Thank you, thank you, thank yo-"

As I spoke, she nestled deeper into my arms and made a noise. It sounded like a purr? Her hand snaked its way down my back. Suddenly, I lost the ability to speak. Her body felt perfect meshed against mine, and I wondered why I would ever want to move. She looked fragile, but I could feel her strength. She was restraining herself. She could crush me with those beautiful arms. Somehow, that only made me love her more. She was always careful with me, but not like I made of glass. I wasn't, but it often felt like I was when she looked at me with those golden eyes. My hand snuck up her side and reached up to stroke her hair. Her beautiful, spiky, inky hair. My hand slipped lower again, and danced along her shoulder and neck. Just then, Jasper burst into the room.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked, in a accusatory tone. Of couse. He knew. He always knew what I, and anyone else, was feeling.

I jumped away from Alice and said, "Err... nothing! I was just.. thanking Alice. Even though I felt like a Barbie doll while she dressed me up, I think it was almost worth it!" I laughed shakily and looked at Alice.

She was looking at me.

I broke the gaze and looked back at Jasper. He didn't seem to be upset, or even that surprised.

"Alice," He said, "Be careful. Edward will be here in a few minutes." Then he turned and started back down the stairs. He left the door wide open, though.

"What.. was that? Just then?" I asked her, slightly dazed.

"What was what? Now where did I put my dress?" She chirped. She looked around the room and eventually spied her dress hung carelessly over the closet door "Ah! There it is. I'm just going to slip it on and we can go!"

I watched carefully as she sped through the changing process. She didn't bother to move to another room while she changed. Her movements were slightly less graceful than usual. For half a second, her shirt was stuck half on and half off. I traced her shape with my eyes and sucked in a breath as she flung the shirt across the room. Her skin was as wonderful as the rest of her. It was like soft cream, and it was soft in a way her brother's was not. Edward simply could not compare to Alice in the beauty department.

She had regained all of her grace by the time she put her dress on. I thought my dress had been amazing, but Alice's was simply breathtaking. As she turned to look at me, I was able to truly admire the dress. It was black satin and had cutouts that showed off that smooth, creamy skin. It hugged her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. I had the sudden urge to slip my fingers into one of those spaces and touch the cold surface there. Luckily, or unluckily, Edward and Jasper came in the door before I could do anything other than stare. They seem to have a tendency to rush in just at the right moment.

I was surprised that Edward couldn't tell what I was thinking. Though I was immune to his strange psychic powers, he had been gradually getting better at guessing what was on my mind. Instead of commenting, he looked me up and down. When he had finished the inspection, he smiled.

"You like what you see?" I asked, with only a slight hitch in my voice. I wasn't worried; he'd probably think he was the one that caused this reaction.

"You look lovely. Are you ready to go?" Edward asked. As he spoke, Jasper moved towards Alice. She looked at me as he reached for her hand. I felt a flash of jealousy, but pushed it away. I was going to the prom with Edward, not Alice. Edward. EDWARD.

I had to admit, he looked stunning in his suit. However, he paled in comparison to her.

Edward wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close for a hug. His touch didn't do what Alice's did for me. There was no electricity. No urge to pull him close, to kiss him. It was like hugging a brother or a best friend. No, not a best friend. It was purely platonic.

Alice holds a special place in my heart, and probably always will. Though Edward tried, he just couldn't have the same effect on me. I tried to love him, I really did. I had gone over this in my mind so many times, but my heart refused to listen. It still sped up when I watched her inhuman grace. I lost the ability to breathe when I caught her looking at me, too. I tried to convince myself that Edward was the one who loved me and the one who wanted to be with me. Alice was my best friend, but nothing more. I just hadn't gotten my heart to understand the same thing my mind already did. As I watched Jasper lead Alice from the room, I decided that I could still love her. I'd simply love her from afar. I couldn't act on that love because she would never feel the same way. Even if she did, it would hurt too many people. It was impossible no matter how you looked at it. Impossible.

Alice was walking down the stairs when she looked back at me and winked. Had she seen something? Had she seen where my thoughts had lead? No. That too, was impossible.