“That sounds fun, of course I’ll come,” she replied cheerfully. “See you tomorrow, Alice.” She said as she gave a little wave. Alice nodded and curiously peered into the back of Bella’s truck until it became a tiny, red beetle on the road. Alice felt a light hand press onto her shoulder and turned around.

“Who was that?” Rosalie asked with an ‘I-couldn’t-care-less’ expression on her face. Only a faint glitter of scattered emotions – curiosity and amusement – in her eyes gave her intentions away.

“Bella Swan, the girl that Edward saved in the cafeteria today. I could be wrong, but…I think she has a crush on Edward,” Alice explained, her brow furrowed in concentration. Yes, her intuition had hinted that Bella Swan would visit, but not exactly because of the party they were throwing.

“Of course she does – and it’s not only because your “predictions” have never been wrong yet – every girl in Forks High has a crush on him,” Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"She could be a better girlfriend for Edward," Alice's tone was thoughtful. "She doesn't stare at him with empty heads and drooling mouths the way the other girls do." Edward – being naturally handsome – commonly received a variety of stares from girls. Bella's stare was very puzzling and strange indeed; it was as if she were staring at a long-lost lover that she hadn't seen in years.

Alice didn’t worry about this stare too much; she could tell from the gentleness in her stare that she didn’t mean any harm. She shrugged off her suspicions and in a graceful pose, followed Rosalie back to their front door.

Bella arrived at her house in irritation – a downpour of rain caught her by surprise – and greeted Charlie on the way to her room. I can't imagine the Cullens throwing a party. Seeing as Alice is still Alice, it must've been her idea. She absolutely loathed parties, but she grudgingly accepted that this was one party that she had to crash. She needed to know how different the real Cullens were from her “dream” Cullens.

She took a quick shower and swiftly dressed into her pajamas. She knew that it was too early to go to bed, but she had to sleep again and discover what the next events in her dreams would be. She snapped the lights off and crawled into her snug bed impatiently. After a few silent minutes, she thought about her dream Edward and suddenly ached for his cold, comforting touch.