So this is my new side project -- I've been a little blocked with TSFSM so I guess this is my release. This story just popped into my head the other day and here we are. So I hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

The title of this chapter comes from the song Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Ordinary Day

I paced back and forth infront of Jasper's door. The boy took for freakin' ever to get ready. More than a girl.

"We're just going to Borders, Jazz. Not a red carpet event! Hurry the hell up!" I shouted at his bedroom door.

His bedroom door -- that sounded weird. What a shock that we were actually at his house. I was actually suprised he knew where he lived, considering the fact that he was always at my house.

Eating my food.

Dirtying my dishes.

Sleeping on my couch.

"Just a minute..." He whined.

I rolled my eyes. It was gonna be way more than just one minute. He must be pretty dumb to think I was gonna fall for that. I've known this kid since he had headgear.

Jasper Whitlock has been my BFF, my best friend, my numero uno, my buddy, my pal, my homeskillet biscuit -- whatever you wanted to call it since I was 10. We met in 5th grade when Rosalie Hale was picking on me and Jasper stood up for me by taking the gum from his mouth and throwing it in her hair. She was pretty pissed, considering she had to cut off a couple of inches.

But whatever.

She had it coming.

So since that day, Jasper and I have been inseparable and Rosalie has hated us more than Donald Trump hates Rosie O'Donnel.

Which was a lot.

I was about to bang on the door again when he came out.

"Whoa there, toots. Chill, I didn't know you were planning on giving me a black eye."

"I wasn't planning on it, but the idea is looking pretty good now," I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna be late because it takes you 5 years to take a damn shower. And don't call me toots."

"Actually, it's 10," He snorted. "And why are you gonna be late? We're just going to Borders and the record store."

"After all that, I was supposed to bring my Dad an early dinner."

"Oh, he's working late tonight?" He questioned.

"Yeah, so I hope you're done."

"I am, I am," Jasper held up his hands in defense. "Wouldn't wanna piss off the Chief or his tempermental daughter," He grinned.

I shoved him, "Shut up."

I hated being called 'The Chief's Daughter'. I mean, geez, is it to hard to remember five frakkin' letters?

B-E-L-L-A.

But these stupid Brooklyn people couldn't remember it. I'm known as 'Charlie's daughter' or the 'Chief's gal' all around the city. Most of the time, I hate it because I don't have my own identity, but sometimes I like it because people no better than to piss me off.

"So are you excited for the new school year?" Jasper asked in mock excitement as we walked out of his apartment building and onto the sidewalk.

"Oh yeah, you know it!" I snorted. "I'm so excited to see all the snobby rich kids with their stupid money and stupid cars...argh."

"They're not all so bad you know."

"Are you turning A-Crowd on me?" I asked in mock horror.

"Negative," He answered. "But I'm just saying that not everyone is so bad. I mean...look at Emmett."

"Emmett is a special case," I simply replied. "He hates everything about where he's from -- the rules, the lavish parties, all of it. He doesn't flaunt his money like everyone else and he's..normal. Like you and me."

Unlike those other people we went to school with. For them, money was power. And power equaled respect. And according to the Upper East Side Richies, respect meant you could do whatever the hell you wanted.

And they could.

They got away with anything and everything.

And I hated it.

Sometimes, I really wish Charlie would've sent me to a public school in Brooklyn. But no, he thought that I should get a "better education" or some bull crap like that.

Whatever. Only 2 more years--including this one--and I was out of there.

"Yeah, he is. But you say all these bad things about the Richies and you used to date one yourself."

"Dude, I thought we weren't gonna mention that anymore!" I whined, as we crossed the street.

"Sorry, I had to. And don't call me dude," Jasper pointed to me.

"Let's just say I was young and dumb. And Jacob turned out to be an asshole anyways..."

"Sure," Jasper nodded. "So where are we going first? To the Chief or Borders or the record store?"

"The record store and then we'll go to see the Chief. I don't think we have enough time to go to Borders because somebody took forever to get ready."

"Yeah, I know. Don't you just hate it when people do that?" He joked.

I laughed, "You know, I really do."

"Hey Sam!" I exclaimed as soon as we stepped into the store.

Sam Uley was the 40-something year old owner of the record store that I frequently went to. I first met him when I was 15 and in desperate search of Disintergration on vinyl. Sam then helped me to find my record and I've been coming to his store ever since. And we also developed some sort of friendship -- a music lovers bond, I guess you could call it.

"Hey Bella, Jasper," He replied. "What brings you by?"

"Carolina Liar," I answered.

"Ah, Coming to Terms?" Sam questioned. "It's a great album."

"That's why I'm buying it," I grinned.

"What about you Jasper?"

"The Academy Is..."

"Oh here -- it's called Fast Times at Barrington High," Sam handed Jasper the CD. "It's really good. Tracks 1, 3, and 11 are awesome, but then again most of their stuff is."
"Thanks, man."

Sam nodded, jumping over the counter, "So you guys excited for school?"

I groaned in response.

"Always the chipper one, Bells," Sam looked through the stacks, stopping when he found my CD.

"Thanks," I replied when he handed it to me.

"Oh you know it, Sam. Our Bella is always a ball-of-sunshine," Jasper chuckled and Sam joined in.

I good-naturedly rolled my eyes, "Whatever. I'm sorry I'm not excited to go back to the land of homework and conversations about the latest thing from Bendel's."

"Riiight, you're just mad 'cause you have to face your stalker when we start school," Jasper said.

"Stalker?!" Sam questioned. "Man, teens these days...it's that MyFace craze, I tell ya..."

"I don't have a stalker," I elbowed Jasper. "It's just an annoying ex who keeps calling. And by the way, it's MySpace, not MyFace."

"Oh, that Jacob White kid you came in here with before?" Sam asked.

"It's Jacob Black. And yeah, it's him."

"Well, isn't your Dad the Chief of the Brooklyn P.D.? Can't you get him to tell that kid to back off?"

"I can't. My Dad will freak out and make this huge deal about it. Anyway, Jake hasn't called these past two weeks -- I think he found somebody else, thank God!"

"Sure, sure," Sam replied. "Ready to check out?"

"Hey Chief!" Jasper exclaimed as we walked into my Charlie's office.

"Hey Jasper," Charlie replied. "Hey Bells!"

"Hey Dad," I handed him the Chinese food. "Sorry I'm late, it took Jasper forever to get ready..."

"It's alright," Charlie replied.

He was way too easy to live with.

"So what did ya get me?" Charlie eagerly asked.

"Well that Greek place you like a lot was closed, so we just settled for Chinese -- some fried rice, Won-tons, and orange chicken."

"Thanks Bells, you're the best," Charlie smiled while Jasper coughed.

"You too, Jasper," Charlie rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, Chief Swan!"

I laughed, Jasper could be so immature sometimes.

After having some more small talk about sports--in which I totally tuned out--Charlie sent me and Jasper on our way saying something about getting a goodnight sleep in preparation for school tomorrow.

"So where do you wanna meet up tomorrow?" Jasper asked, as we both slid our Metrocards through the slot.

"Umm...outside of my building?" I answered, watching a bronze-haired boy about my age struggling with the Metrocard -- must've not slid it fast enough.

Defintely a newbie to the city.

I was thinking about helping him, but decided against it because Jasper was ushering me to hurry up.

"Take a chill pill, I'm right behind you!" I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't want you to get lost in the crowd."

I laughed, "First off, this place is freakishly crowded for a Sunday night, second I wouldn't get lost, third, dude you'd totally get lost before I ever wooo--"

I tripped, mid rant and was totally prepared to hit the ground -- face foward.

I really hated my clumsiness.

But suprisingly, I didn't fall.

Two strong arms caught me before I made out with the concrete.

When I was steady enough to stand, I turned around to thank my savoir and I was met by the two of the most brilliantly green eyes I've ever seen.

They were gorgeous.

"Erm..t-thanks," I stuttured.

Way to go Bella!

You just made the hottest guy ever, think you're incompetant idiot...which you are.

"You're welcome," the boy replied in a musical voice and I blinked, taking in the rest of his face as he brushed his bronze bangs of his forehead.

Bronze bangs.

So, this was Metrocard boy.

Damn.

He was fine!

With a capital 'F'.

I was interuptted from my musings when I heard someone yell, "Bella!"

It was Jasper.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

I turned back to Metrocard boy, "So uh..thanks again..I g-gotta go," I pointed to Jasper.

"No problem," He replied, giving me a crooked grin.

Oh.

My.

God.

I think I just melted.

I smiled back at him and waved before I weaved my way through the crowd to Jasper and all along the way I could only think about one thing.

That crooked smile.

Ooh, I wonder what Bella will do when she finds out Edward is a 'richie'...?
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