Outfits for the Twilight Fanfiction As They Break Us Down

Izza had just lit a cigarette when Allie came through the doors.
“Hey,” she greeted shyly.
“So, where are we going?” Izza asked, blowing out a stream of smoke through her pursed lips.
Allie looked a little cautious as she eyed the snow-covered pavement in front of them. She tried to come up with some way of avoiding bringing her home when she realized the perfect solution. “My brother and sister are in this afterschool program at the library. I’m supposed to pick them up, but maybe we could start working on the assignment there?”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Allie repeated, happy that she had thought of a way out of bringing Izza home with them as she led the way to the L.
It proved to be more than a little difficult though, focusing on the assignment with a bunch of kids running around. Davie, Allie’s 13-year-old brother kept nagging them for when they were to leave, wanting to go home and play computer games. It ended when he stormed away angrily, calling Allie a bad name. Allie’s 11-year-old sister Corie, proved to be just as distracting. She seemed very fascinated by Izza, staring at her nonstop with her big brown eyes. And every time Izza returned Corie’s gaze with brows wrinkled in confusion over her staring, Corie would ask questions about Izza. It didn’t help the pace of their work at all.
“Maybe we should just do this another day?” Allie suggested with a little sigh as she dropped her pen onto her notebook.
“We’ve only been here an hour. And half of that time has been used on your siblings.”
“I know, I’m sorry about that – about them.”
“Can’t we just go to your place so they can do what they want without bothering us? We have the books we’ll need now. Lets just get it over with.”
“Uhm, it’s just… the neighborhood I live in is kind of… it’s not that great a place and you might not like coming there…” Allie tried to excuse.
“Please, if you can live there, I think I can handle it.”
Allie looked at Izza a moment, weighing her options, and came to the conclusion that it probably was the only thing they could do.
Allie sighed a little, closing her notebook. “Okay.”
They left the library, caught the L back to their tough neighborhood and walked to a tall worn-down high-rise apartment building where they lived, the external galleries lining the front.
“Uhm, yeah, it’s not the nicest of places . . .” Allie looked apologetic going into the elevator, ashamed that this was in fact where they lived. People who didn’t live here usually stayed away from the area. “I’ll try and ask my mom if we can work on the assignment some place else.” Allie informed as they entered their small two-bedroom apartment.
Izza was left alone in the narrow hallway as Davie went into his tiny bedroom and Corie disappeared into the bedroom that she and Allie shared. Allie went into the living room, waking her mom as she slept on the sofa. Allie had guessed correctly, there were a couple of empty beer bottles sitting on the coffee table, and Allie could smell the alcohol on her mom’s breath. Izza could hear Esme cough loudly as she told Allie no, they were to stay there as Esme was too sick to look after Davie and Corie alone.
“Okay, but Mom? Please stay in here? We’ll be in the kitchen, just call if you need anything.” Allie pleaded with her mother. If she couldn’t avoid Izza seeing where she lived, maybe she could at least avoid Izza seeing her mom drunk.
Allie made sure to close the door into the living room before showing Izza out into the small kitchen right next to it. The kitchen was kind of messy as Allie hastily closed a large folding door leading directly into the living room. She started to apologize again as she tried to clean up the worst of the dirty dishes, beer bottles and mess that had been left out on the counters and the small dining table. Izza saw how Allie became more and more red in the face with embarrassment, and Izza now understood why Allie had tried so hard to arrange for them to work somewhere else. The neighborhood was bad; the tiny apartment was old, worn and dirty. It really wasn’t a place she would have entered alone. She remained silent though, as she sat down by the table and dug out their schoolwork.
“I’m sorry, but we have to work from here. I share my room with my sister.” They had just gotten back to work when the sound of loud ‘Miley Cyrus’ music started up. Allie sighed and closed the door as her phone announced she’d gotten a text message. It was from her older brother, Eddie, asking if she was home. She replied that she was, but that she was doing homework and didn’t have time. She had only just picked her pen back up, when they were disturbed by a loud banging and Davie, who yelled for Corie to turn down the music. Corie responded simply by screaming back through the door.
Allie sighed as she got up. “Excuse me.” She out into the tiny hall and Izza could hear Allie telling both of them off.
“David Cullen will you cut it out!”
“Well, tell her to turn down the goddamn music then!” Davie shouted back.
“I will. Just, go back to your room. Cora! Turn it down, please!” The volume was turned down and Allie returned to the kitchen. “Sorry ‘bout that.” They got back to work when a new text message ticked in on Allie’s phone. It was Eddie again, stating that he was coming over. “No…” she complained under her breath.
Izza looked questioningly at Allie, who had gotten red in the face as she quickly texted back that he had to stay away. As she hit sent, Esme came stumbling into the kitchen through the folding door. Her bleached hair was messy and she was only wearing a pair of panties with a plain tee.
“Mom, I told you to call if you needed anything. You need to stay in bed.” Allie sounded a little embarrassed as she quickly got up and went to her.
“Oh, hey–“ Esme started coughing as she noticed Izza sitting at the table. Izza gave Esme an awkward wave, letting her hand drop quickly.
“Mom, come on, I’ll help you back to bed.”
“I just wanted to get something to drink,” Esme explained as Allie helped her back into the living room.
“I’ll get you some water, come on.” While Allie helped her mom another message arrived. Izza alerted Allie to the fact as she came back and started to fill a glass. This time she simply ignored it as she went back into the living room. While she was still in there, Izza heard a soft knock on the front door. She could see the shadow of a tall person through the obscured window standing outside before the person moved out of sight. She wrinkled her brows, finding it a bit odd.
Allie made sure to close the folding door carefully as she came back.
“Someone knocked on the door,” Izza informed just as another knock sounded.
Allie excused herself and Izza peeked curiously out into the hall to see who was by the door as Allie opened. She got a glance at what looked like a young, rather attractive, guy with a short Mohawk hairstyle. Her interest was piqued.
“Hey, sis.” Eddie smiled, his eyes slightly hooded with dilated pupils as Allie pulled the front door close, coming out to the external gallery with him. His voice was hoarse as if he had been drinking and smoking, which he obviously had.
“What are you doing here? I told you not to come. Mom’s right inside.”
“She’s not hanging at the bar like usual?”
“Stop it.” Allie closed the door to the apartment completely. “She’s got the flu. What are you doing here?”
Eddie leaned up against the wall as he smiled down at her, trying to charm her. “Do you think you could borrow me some money?”
“What? No.” Alice shook her head.
“Ah, come on. LeRoy won’t pay me until Friday. I just need like, 50 bucks or something. I’ll pay them back.”
“We don’t have that kind of money, Eddie.”
“Well, what do you have?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t have enough for food, Allie. Please, just lend me a little bit?”
Allie sighed with irritation. “Wait here.” She went back inside, going to the kitchen where she climbed onto a stool in order to reach a can, sitting on top of one of the cabinets.
“Who was that?” Izza asked, looking over at Allie as she climbed back down.
“Hold on.” Allie walked back out to the front door with a couple of five-dollar bills and a few pennies. “It’s what we have,” she told Eddie as she stood in the door, handing over the money.
“Thank you, Allie.” He grabbed the money in one of his fingerless glove-clad hands, while he grabbed her head caringly with the other, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best, I owe you one. Say hi to Davie and Corie from me,” he greeted over his shoulder as he disappear down the gallery.
“Please don’t say anything about this to my mom. She doesn’t want us seeing him.” Allie begged as she sat back down by the table.
“Why not? Who is he?” Izza asked, her curiosity growing.
“He’s my brother – half brother.”
“Really?” Izza looked surprised. “How old is he?”
“21. Mom doesn’t want us having anything to do with him, so you can’t let her know he was here, okay?” Allie looked pleadingly at Izza.
“I won’t say a thing.” Izza pretended to lock her lips. “So why aren’t you supposed to see him?” She looked at Allie with curiosity, a smile flirting on her lips.
“Are you interested in him?” Allie looked puzzled at Izza, who simply shrugged, still wearing a sneaky smile. “No, Izza.” Allie looked at her with a serious face. “He’s my brother and I love him, but you wouldn’t want to date him.” Thinking that the conversation was over, Allie grabbed her pen and continued writing on their assignment.
“What’s his name?”
Allie stopped writing at she looked back up at Izza. “Edward – Eddie…”

(The title simply comes from a lack of innovation.)
 
Running steps echoed as Allie hurried down the empty school hall. She cautiously opened the door to the classroom, making the teacher halter in his speech. She walked forward with her head down, handing over an absence slip with a quiet apology that she was late, and then quickly made her way down to an empty seat.
“Okay,” spoke the teacher as if with renewed energy, placing the note on the desk after having read it. “Good to have you back, Miss Cullen, I’m glad you’re feeling better. I guess this means, Isabella that you will be teaming up with Alice instead.” Allie looked up with confusion, turning a little in her seat and glancing around her classmates. She’d never heard the name Isabella mentioned before. She spotted a new girl sitting towards the back by the windows. Her dark, brown hair was long and messy as it hung lose around her face. Her eyes were painted dark with black make-up all around. She didn’t exactly look friendly as she returned Allie’s gaze with less than enthusiasm. Allie averted her eyes quickly, turning back around.
Allie wasn’t exactly Miss Popular around school, in fact, she was more Miss Ignore-Me, and this new girl looked like she would do a fine job doing just that.
The thing was, Allie wasn’t the one who came to school in the latest new fashion trends. She was lucky if her clothes didn’t have a funny smell and were just somewhat in style. Her family simply couldn’t afford it. Making the money last to the end of the month was a hard enough job as it was. This meant that she wasn’t a part of the cool crowd. Then, there was the fact that she lost her father the previous year, it made people distance themselves from her, not knowing what to say or how to act around her. That her mother, who wasn’t always able to handle things at home herself because she had a bad habit of drinking too much, only made matters worse. Because it meant that she relied on Allie to take the responsibility. Allie was dead scared that people were to find out about this. Afraid that social service might remove her and her siblings from home and place them in foster care. What would become of her mother then? To keep people from finding out, Allie kept mostly to herself, which considering the other facts wasn’t the hardest thing to do. And she was easily overlooked, being both small and short in size – ergo Miss Ignore-Me.
The bell rang as the class ended and the teacher spoke loudly, trying to be heard over the noise as people scrambled towards the door, calling out to one another. “I want to see you all working together in your teams. Make sure your assignment shows a joint effort!”
Allie packed her bag hastily, wanting to catch the new girl and talk about their assignment. But, when she looked up, the new girl was already heading out of the door.
“Isabella!” Allie called as she tried to make her way through the crowd, being pushed around by the large group of students. “Isabella, wait up! … Excuse me, coming through…” Allie finally caught up with the new girl as she was exchanging books by her locker. “Hi, Isabella?”
“Izza.” She corrected her, slamming the door to her locker with a snap. She still seemed hostile, making Allie feel timid and uncomfortable.
“Oh, um...” Allie looked down nervously, getting a glance of a sugar skull tattoo sitting low on Izza’s hip, peeping up between the hem of her black, skinnie jeans and crop, black tee, leaving a proportion of her stomach with her pierced belly button exposed. “...sorry. Mr. Hendricks teamed us up for the assignment, so I wanted to know if maybe we could meet at the library this weekend to work on it? I’m Allie, by the way,” she quickly added.
“No,” Izza simply said, moving around Allie and started to walk away.
“No?” Allie got a confused look on her face, stunned by the blunt responds before she ran after Izza, trying to keep up with her as she talked. “Uhm, but we need to find some time to work on it.”
“My weekends are sacred.”
“Sa–? You have to go to church all weekend?” Allie looked puzzled at Izza. She didn’t exactly look like your typical churchgoer. Actually, she looked more like your typical devil worshipper with her dark makeup, skull tattoo and the several piercings and earrings adorning both her nose and ears.
Izza gave a little snort, as she looked sideways at Allie. “I party doing weekends. I don’t do homework.”
“Oh.” Allie wasn’t too surprised to hear this. “Well, when do you suggest then?”
“How ‘bout after school?”
“Today?”
“Yeah.”
“Uhm, I can’t, I promised to watch my siblings for my mom.”
It wasn’t a lie. She and her siblings had all been sick with the flu the past week, and now their mother had caught it. But it was only a good excuse, because Allie really didn’t feel comfortable bringing anyone home with her. The place was a bit of a mess since she hadn’t been able to take care of things, plus, her mom would be home and she was probably going to be a little drunk by the time school would be out.
“So? Set them up with a movie in front of the TV or something.”
“Uhm, well, maybe I could ask if I can go over to your house–” Allie tried to suggest, but Izza erupted her abruptly.
“No.” She stopped as they reached her classroom. “I just moved here, so my house is a mess. Besides, I don’t have people over.” Izza had just voiced exactly what Allie hadn’t been able to, giving her the feeling of being a fool. “I’ll just meet you by the entrance after school.” And before Allie was able to say anything else, the bell rang for class and Izza walked through the door, leaving a bewildered looking Allie alone in the hallway.

Allie only has a tiny stud pierced in her left nostril. She got it at 15.

– Husband no. 1 and father of Eddie. Left his family when Eddie was 1 1/2 and has never been heard from since.
 
– Esme, 43 and single mother. She is an alcoholic but in denial about it
 
– Husband no. 2, past away a year ago.
 
–Eddie, 21 and eldest son. Left home when he was 17 because he constantly fought with his mother. To this day he isn't welcome in her home.
 
–Allie, 16 and eldest daughter. She is the one who takes care of things at home, whenever her mother can't.
 
–Davie, 13 and youngest son. He's been acting out ever since his father died, causing troubles at home and in school.
 
–Corie, 11 and youngest daughter. She is sheltered by her sister, but knows that the situation at home isn't good.