Alice POV –  The Boys of Summer By: The Ataris

My alarm went off at 10 am and I stretched my dancer's body. I couldn't wait to show Bella and Rose my hair, I just know they're going to like it. I had replaced my black spikes with smooth shoulder length maroon locks. After going through my usual pre-make up morning routine, I bounded down the stairs to have breakfast with my parents and little sister, Cynthia. When I walked down, I found a note sitting by my place. It seemed that my parents had left to get some last minute suplies for the activities today and would be back in time to take my stuff to the school.

After having a very nutritious breakfast of ice cream and pop tarts, I walked back up to my room and started to get ready for today. I brushed out my hair and went through the process of putting the front sections into victory curls. After that was done I pulled on my leopard print silk off the shoulder blouse and my black knee length pencil skirt. My outfit was sexy but still concervative enough that I wouldn't outshine Rose. My make up was kept natural with candy red lipgloss and a couple different shades of brown on my eyes. After I was certin that everything was just right I put on th small corset that sat between the bottom of my chest and the top of my hips, making my waist seem even smaller. As I was in the middle of putting my black pumps on, the downstairs phone rang shrilly. I rushed down to answer it with one pump in my hand and the other on my foot.

"Hello" I said a little out of breath.

"Hey Alice, where are you? I'm at the airport…" Bella said from the other end of the line. Crap, I must have taken longer to get ready than I thought.

"Bella, I will be there in a couple of minutes, my usual routine took a little longer than I thought. I promise I'm on my way out the door right now. See you soon Bells." I hung up the phone and rushed out to my yellow Porsche 911 Turbo and speed down to the airport.

Bella POV

My plane landed at quarter to noon and Alice's bouncing form was nowhere to be seen.This was odd; she was never late to anything. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, only to hear a breathless hello.

"Hey Alice, where are you? I'm at the airport…" I said. She wouldn't have forgotten that she promised to pick me up would she?

She told me that she was leaving as we spoke and hung up. I picked up my bags and walked out to the pickup area and waited for Alice to arrive. When she pulled up in her "everyday" car, I threw my stuff into the ridiculously small trunk and climbed into the front seat. As she pulled away from the curb, I got my first look at at the new and improved Alice Brandon. Her adorable and signature black spikes had been replaced with shoulder length maroon locks that framed her face quite well. She had decided to dress retro vintage instead of the modern looks she spent last year perfecting. Something told me I was the first out of our group to see this new side of her and I think I liked it.