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BPOV

Bloody hell. This is what I get for mouthing off to my parents one too many times. Well, in addition to being caught at a party with pot and underage drinking. Nope. Parents did not like their little girl in jail.

Well, little girl not so much anymore. I was sixteen with an attitude, now. That's what they thought. They wouldn't listen to me. I wasn't doing any pot. Sure I had some ale. I wasn't screwing anybody, never had. Would they listen? Oh no. Of course not.

"You're keeping bad company, Isabella." My mother had lectured.

"We don't know if this is the first time or not." My father had added sternly.

"We feel it is best for you to get away from your friends." Mother had sneered the word. James was cool. James was bloody sexier then hell. And they considered him a bad influence.

"Your attitude has gotten terrible since you starting hanging out with that boy." What was with sneering?

"I happen to like that boy, thank you very much." I'd shot back.

"Don't take that tone with your Mother." Father had said firmly.

"I wasn't taking any tone." I said. I wasn't taking a tone! I wasn't.

"I'm serious young lady. One more belligerent word out of your mouth…" Father threatened.

"I'm not being belligerent!" I shouted. Would they ever listen? Of course not. They were the parents and they were always right. Never listen to the child.

"That's it. You're going to live with your aunt and uncle in Washington." Mother told me, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to go call my sister."

I sighed. Great. Just effin great. Bloody hell. James was going to be thrilled that I was leaving. Maybe not. He would fuck anything with legs and I wasn't giving out.

"Go to your room and start packing. You'll stay through the end of high school." Father ordered and exaggerating my sigh, I left the room and went upstairs to do as ordered.

Aunt and Uncle of course had no problem with me coming to live with them. Not at all. They'd be glad to house their niece for two three years until I graduated high school. We haven't seen her in so long. It'll be nice getting to know her.

Gah, you'd like I'd committed some heinous crime not just mouthed off on top of getting arrested. I stared out the plane window. Not that it mattered what I broke the camel's back. Mother and Father saw only: bad influence James, big disrespectful attitude, and belligerent Isabella.

How to deal with all of that? Ship her off to God forsaken nowhere in the Washington. To live with relatives I hadn't seen in, who knows how long. Wonderful. Live with practical strangers. This was going to be a picnic.

EPOV

"Remind me again why I'm here with you?" I asked Emmett as we stood in the Port Angeles airport, while Emmett held a sign above his head reading Isabella Swan.

"I told you. My cousin's coming to live with me. We're picking her up." He replied scanning the crowd.

"Do you even know what she looks like?" I inquired.

"I glanced at the photo my Aunt Renee emailed."

"And why the hell am I here?" I looked at him.

"Ummm…" he glanced my way. "Seemed like a good idea to ask you to come."

"I'm wasting a Saturday because it amused you to invite me along?"

"Basically."

"I'm so getting you back for this." I told him.

"Who the bloody effin hell are you?" a heavily accented female voice asked. I scanned the owner. She was short, maybe five five. Her mahogany hair was pulled into a ponytail with a few loose tendrils falling out. Her eyes were chocolate brown and glaring at both Emmett and I. She had deep red lips that were a stark contrast to her pale skin and she was dressed entirely in black.

"Emmett McCarty." Emmett told her holding out a hand. She looked at it, then scanned Emmett from head to toe.

"Why are you holding a sign with my name on it?" she demanded.

"I'm your cousin. Your mouth always this bad?" Emmett frowned at her.

"What's it to you?" she shot back.

"I'm going to be living with you. I'd like to know if I need to wash it out." Emmett said. His usual playful tone gone.

Jeez, what was with this chick? Emmett and I looked at each other. I shook my head.

"You got all your luggage?" I asked, eager to be on my way.

"Who you?" she asked eyeing me.

"Edward Cullen. I'm a friend of Emmett's."

"What did you get for coming with him to get me?"

"Nothing." I told her, confused.

"Payback can be a bitch." She told me. I smiled. She wasn't too bad.

"You got all your luggage?" Emmett asked, repeating my question.

"Yea, I got all my bloody luggage. Can we get this freak show on the road? The faster I get to bloody effin nowhere the faster I get back to London." She headed off in the direction of the exit.

"Don't look at me." I told Emmett. "She's your cousin."

"I didn't know she'd be so…"

"Bitchy."

"Like Rosalie."

"They'll get along then."

We followed her outside. She was standing at the curb waiting. "Where'd ya park?"

I headed off in the direction of my silver Volvo, not bothering to check if she was following.

BPOV

I couldn't say much for being here yet. My cousin didn't seem half bad and his friend was pretty sexy. Muscles. Just woken up bronze hair. I'd love to run my hands through that. Brilliant green eyes. I bet the girls went ga-ga over him. He was about six foot. Not too bad.

I followed behind them to the car. The hot God put my luggage in the trunk before unlocking the doors. I headed to the passenger side front seat. Apparently Emmett had the same idea.

"That's my seat." He told me scowling.

"Well, it's mine now. It ain't gonna kill ya to seat in the back for once." I told him, scowling too.

"Edward!" Emmett looked over the car at his friend. Edward looked between the two of us.

He smiled saying, "Backseat Emmett."

I smirked at my cousin and got in the front seat, listening to Emmett mumble.

"You never did answer my earlier question. You're mouth always this nasty?" Emmett asked.

I turned in the seat to look at him as Edward backed out of the parking space. "Only when I'm dealing with jackasses who's age is higher then their IQ."

"That's harsh." Emmett glared at me.

"Cry me a river. Harsh is being shipped off to another country because your parents can't stand your friends or tolerate you being a teenager with an attitude and not Miss Perky like they think you should be." I snapped.

"That's why you're here?" Edward asked incredulous.

"Didn't I just say that?"

"You goth or something?" Emmett asked.

I scrunched up my nose. "Not really. But when your parents already think you're a belligerent snot, might as well dress the part."

I felt myself starting to relax. I really wasn't this snotty or shitty, but new place. I wanted to protect myself and see what I was getting into first before letting down my guards. My cousin seemed to give as good as he got. I liked him for it. I had a bad habit, according to Mother and Father, if speaking my mind. I didn't like people pussyfooting around or sugar coating something. Say what you think. Save us some hassle of trying to figure out what you mean.

"That makes no sense." Emmett told me.

I laughed. Actually laughed like I hadn't in months. Things had been tense with my parents and I'd been tense because of it so my time with my friends was tense. Vicious cycle. "It doesn't does it? Parents already think I'm into the "dark" side, screwin', smokin', drinkin' and all that shit. I'm not. Bloody hell I'm still a virgin! Not that they'd listen ta me. I figure, if they want ta think that, then I'll dress that."

"You should laugh more often." Edward said quietly.

"I haven't laughed in a long while." I responded turning to look out the window.

"Why not?" Emmett inquired.

I shrugged. "Tense between my parents and I. It carries over to the rest of my life."

"So you're not this shitty?" Emmett asked for a third time.

"Only when I'm mad and sometimes when I'm annoyed."

Emmett heaved a sigh. "I was beginning to think I'd need to wash your mouth out with soap."

EmPOV

She wasn't that bad when she relaxed and didn't run her mouth off. I was beginning to think she might not be so bad to live with. Life certainly wouldn't be dull.

My phone rang playing a clip from Pirates of the Carribean. Something Jack Sparrow said. Rosalie had programmed it as a joke. "Hey! What's up?"

"Where are you?" A perky voice asked.

"Hello to you too Alice. We're driving into Forks now."

"Meet us at the usz." She said before hanging up.

"We gotta detour. Usz spot." I informed Edward.

The usual spot was a small diner called Aunties. We had a regular booth in the back.

"Detour?" Bella asked.

"Yea. We have to meet up with our friends. Alice's orders. Sorry Bella." I told her.

"Isabella." She responded a slight edge to her voice.

"Sure thing Isabella." I squeezed her shoulder. She looked at me an odd look on her face as Edward parked in front of Aunties.

We got out of the car, Isabella trailing behind us. Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper were sitting in our booth. Alice was bouncing. Edward slid in first on the empty side. I pushed Isabella in next and slid in next to her. She looked rather uncomfortable.

EPOV

"Why are we here?" Emmett asked as I handed him a menu. I handed one to Isabella before looking up at our silent friends. They were staring at her.

She raised an eyebrow. "Ya gonna stare at me all day or do you actually have voices?"

"Be nice Isabella." Emmett ordered.

"I don't remember you being my father." She snapped.

Emmett scowled at her. "Maybe I should whack your ass."

"Do that and you'll be singin' Soprano, Muscle Man." She didn't even glance up from the menu. Emmett looked at me over her bowed head.

"Why are you looking at me? You're doing just fine on your own." I told him.

"He's almost got enough rope to hang himself with." Isabella muttered under her breath.

Emmett heard her though. "Enough! Shut your mouth or eat soap!"

Isabella looked around him before looking at him. "You and what army?"

"Huh?" Emmett was a little slow sometimes.

"Your IQ really is lower then your age. Pity. You and what army are gonna make me eat soap?"

Emmett was fuming. He apparently missed the pushing together of her lips that looked as if they were trying to smile.

"I don't need help." Emmett grabbed her arm getting ready to slid out.

"His really easy to bait, ain't he?" She asked me smiling.

"It would seem so." I told her.

"You're baiting me?" Emmett stared flabbergasted.

BPOV

"Yea. You got the bait and were so fun to egg on." I told him.

"Who are you?" The blonde model asked.