You were lying in Alice Cullen's bed, surrounded by soft pillows and the sweet smell of the scented candles she loved. The sun streamed through the window, softly illuminating the room, as Alice gossiped excitedly about a girl at school who seemed to have made their lives a target.

“You won't believe what Jessica said today,” Alice began, holding a pillow and shaking it like she was about to throw it. “She swore we only got our A's because 'we have extra help'. As if anyone could help us, with all our genius!”

You laughed, amused by the way she emphasized her words, her tone alternating between outrage and laughter. “Really? And what did you respond?" you asked, with mischievous expectation.

“I just looked at her and said, 'Sorry, Jess, you have to try harder.'” Alice replied, with a mischievous smile. “She turned so red she looked like a tomato! And best of all? I was just joking."