2005, Forks, Edward

[betagainstme]

"You need to come with me." Alice says as she breezes into Edward's room without even a knock. She knows. He knows she knows. She knows he knows she knows...there's no need for knocking between them.

"I need to go shopping for Prom. It's so soon. And Jazz is busy. Come on, you're not doing anything right?"

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[themidnightson]

He still looks up, pointed point of his raised eyebrows toward the not knocking, over the edge of the book he had stopped reading about a full second before she breezed, while she was loping stairs and bounding toward him.

But it's not too pointed. It is Alice.

"I already have a dozen suits I could pick from."

And it's high school, so it can't even be the nicest ones.

[betagainstme]

"Yeah, but, no." Alice raises her eyebrows back at him and frowns. "Also, your girlfriend is woefully unprepared. She'll come to Prom in jeans and Chuck Taylors if we let her."

[themidnightson]

He doesn't even look surprised about the dismal of suits.
Suits, he would not hazard to point out, mostly purchased by her, also.

But he does get sidetracked by the later part.

Bell. At prom. Bella at prom with him.

[betagainstme]

Alice allows the sidetracked puppy-dog-Edward for half a second before rolling her eyes and stomping her foot. "Come oooooon. Come with me."