Alice’s laugh rings through the air like a church bell, and you nearly keel over because god, do you love this girl. She’s been taking pictures of you all day, bleeding into nighttime, because you can see the sky turning a beautiful orange-y pink hue from the sliver in your curtain.

You two are propped up on your bed—with you laying casually back, rolling your eyes with an unmistakable smile curling at your lips every time the camera flash nearly blinds you.

“So beautiful,” she coos, finally setting the polaroid Bella had graciously given her to borrow for her mini photoshoot aside, laying it delicately on your bedside table.

Keepsakes, she’d said. For when she’d eventually have to flee Forks momentarily to get her family in order. That day would break her metaphorical heart, and she knew that. So, all she could do was pray that it never came.

For now, though, she’s content to just be with you. She sighs, laying her head in your lap, eyes fluttering closed as your fingers run through her short locks. “I mean it,” she hums, voice characteristically sweet. “You’re beautiful,” she muses, glancing up at you through her eyelashes.