Just a warning before proceeding: This fanfiction is in fact rated M for mature subject matter. This includes language (yes, I'm a 'potty mouth') and graphic, sexual scenarios. I don't wish to offend anyone, nor do I want to injure ones 'virgin eyes' so if you are beneath the age of consent in your country, please do not continue.

This story is written in Bella Swan's POV (point of view).

Also, if you are going to read this story only to bash it for having a homosexual relationship (Bella/Alice), don't bother. All authors have heard that nonsense before. I am all for gay and lesbian marriages as well as straight marriage and nothing anyone says is going to change that, especially a petty review from a petty person.

Thanks for reading,
- Fashion Pixie

The first day in a new school is always the hardest. All of the students staring at you as you park your beat up truck in the parking lot, every single set of eyes on you as you walk inside. Map in hand as you stumble around the building and try to find your way. Ugh, I hated having the slightest bit of attention directed at me, having all of it, though... was worse.

It took me a total of fifty minutes to locate my first class in the fairly small building. It seemed as though each time I passed through a specific hallway, I located another secret passage way leading to even more rooms. By the time I had made my appearance in Biology, the bell had rang, countless laughs echoing around me at my tardiness. I requested my homework from the teacher before making a mad dash out of the class room, avoiding any of the students I remembered seeing in that classroom for the rest of the day.

My next three classes flew by generally quickly, each one having many more new faces eager to watch me mess up. I felt like a model walking down the runway in twenty-inch heels. Everyone wishing I would tumble just so they all had something to talk about tomorrow. I paid no mind to anyone in any of my classes, instead focusing only on the teacher, or the scribbles and doodles I continued to do in front of me along my binder.

After last class, I decided to stay and make sure I had all of the reading materials for that night's homework. The last thing I needed was to go home, only to realize that the teacher had given me the wrong text book. I would not only be a moron to my fellow classmates, but to my teachers as well for not being able to complete such simple homework assignments.

After a few minutes of conversation with my teacher, I made my way out of the classroom and into the hallway. It was silent, not even a janitor in sight. It was like a ghost town. Everyone had bolted for the doors the second the bell had rang. Approaching my locker to obtain the rest of my books, I felt two strong arms wrap around my body. one placed on my stomach the other over my mouth to muffle my startled scream as I was dragged into the janitors closet.

I hadn't taken the time today to get to know a single student, not even at lunch which I had spent alone in my truck. I felt the arms around me release my body, instantly spinning around to look at my attacker. A tall, thin, pixie-like girl stood in front of me, beaming a smile too beautiful to exist. "Hi! I'm Alice!"

I stared in disbelief, half expecting a large male. She was far too enthusiastic, clearly not understanding the extent of her little stunt. "Uh...hi?" She returned my sarcastic, stunned hello with an eager wave, practically bouncing on the spot. I looked around my surroundings; scanning for a baseball bat should I need to knock out the potential acid junkie.

"And you're Bella!" Captain Obvious strikes again... I tried to keep my sarcastic thoughts to myself, rolling my eyes with a nod. Clearly, I was the only student in school that looked vaguely like she belonged elsewhere.

"Yeah, I'm Bella. And you're Alice." I stared at the girl, trying to figure out whether or not she was an escaped mental patient, or just a really, over-the-top female running around school after hours. Either way, she was starting to freak me out. "And, Bella is late, so Bella needs to go..." My hand reached for the doorknob, Alice's tiny body quickly blocking my attempt at an escape.

"I don't mean to scare you, Bella. I just... I seen you were coming and I just knew we were going to be the best of friends. You're so pretty, and funny, and I just really want to get to know you."

"You've known me for twenty seconds, Alice."

"I guess I'm really good at reading people... Like, I know you are probably thinking the same things everyone else in school things about me. That I'm crazy, and overly enthused... I guess I just don't fear life like they do."

The girl had a point... I had no idea who she was, nor did I put forth the effort in the last twenty five seconds to try. "Maybe we could get together sometime this week, after scho-" My words were instantly cut off, due to the pixie-girls lips on mine, kissing me passionately. My hands quickly pushed her away, wiping my lips with the back of my sleeve all the while glaring at her. "What the HELL are you doing?!"

Alice's smile seemed to grow in size as she beamed down at me. "Showing you just how well I want you to get to know me." I stared in disbelief, wondering what crazy down I had landed in on my way to Forks. I opened my mouth to begin shouting at her, only to have her mouth occupying mine once again.

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her to get her fairy-like hands off my body, her angelic lips away from mine but I couldn't bring myself to shout at her. I felt like Jesus would surely smite me for yelling at such perfection. I mean... the girl was the epitome of beauty. I didn't think girls on the covers of magazines really existed without airbrushing. Instead, I allowed her to push my shorter body against the janitor's door, the clicking of the push-in lock sounding as she barricaded the door from any unwanted guests.

"Is this the way you welcome all the new students?"

Alice shook her head in disagreement, biting against my bottom lip as I mumbled into the kiss. Stepping away from my body, she offered me a playful smirk. Her hand was snaking down my stomach before settling between my thighs, rubbing me through my jeans before pulling away all together. "I don't think I can wait for our date later on this week. How about I meet you at your place, around six?"

She walked out of the janitor's closet, not giving me time to respond. I stood there, in awe, nodding. "Yeah... six."