Forgot to post this earlier, Mark's Mustang. '06. Opps.
I'm having a sleepover so I won't be on later.
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Lilly's POV
Girls night out. Too bad Mark couldn't come, Alice strictly said: No boys.
I hope it wouldn't take long.
It was me, Alice, Bella, Rosalie, Nessie, and Esme.
We had to talk two cars.
Me, Bella, Esme, and Nessie were in the Mercedes.
Alice and Rosalie were in the yellow Porche.
I had no clue that they had such expensive cars. Plus the fact that there was alot of cars a Porche, Mercedes, Jeep, Volvo, Vanquish, Ferrari, and a BMW. Who has the money to buy those, let alone gas, and insurance?
Alice said that since Carlisle was a docto and Esme was an architect. So they had some money.
Some?
We were going to Port Angeles. It was supposivly the nearest town.
I think me and Mark passed it on the way here. But i'm not sure if we did. I was probably asleep, which was most likely.
The drive was silent. But looking at Bella's face was telling me that she didn't like shopping. Poor Bella.
As long as Alice didn't go overboard, I wouldn't mind.
From the others faces only Bella, didn't like shopping.
Everyone stared. Either it was because I was new, or because I was on crutches.
"Is it almost tie to go home?" I whined, I hated to be away from Mark too long.
"Sure." Alice probably bought out the entire store. We carried bags upon bags, except for me since I was on crutches. One of the perks of having crutches, not carrying bags, or do anything else too phyical.The Drive back was different than on the way here. Everyone in car talked.
Even Nessie called Rosalie in the other car to keep the conversation going.
We finaly got to their house.
I ran, no it wasn't running more like dragging myself toward the house, I wanted to see Mark.I opened the door to a sence that will forever haunt me.
The guys were around Mark, but he was on the floor, passed out.
"What happened?!" I screached.
They turned their heads but didn't move, or speak.
I struggled to get over to him.
Someone held me back.
"Let me go! Mark!"
