Diclaimer: I don't own - I dream i own them- but sadly, i do not.

What Are Friends For?

BPOV

Song: Decode by Paramore

I looked up from my torn copy of Weathering Heights one last time to scan the room I had lived in for a year, my suitcase packed, the beds made and the floors clean. My roommate, Angela, had already left with her parents for the summer to go on a vacation to Sydney. She was lucky her parents even cared, it's not that my parents don't care, it's just that they don't understand.

Once again they don't see a problem with me staying with Jasper or Emmett but as soon as you say the words 'family holiday' they go from alright parents to 'do you think we want to be near our 20 year old daughter, go get a life' sort of parents. They would now be on a plane to the paradise that is Paris and I am stuck in my room moping, while trying to cheer myself up with a good book and chocolates.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but no one in their right minds calls me that, it's Bella. I am 20 years old and I am currently studying English Literature at East Brooke University, Seattle (A/N - I don't know if this is real I made it up). I don't think I could have survived a whole year here if it wasn't for my two best friends, Emmett McCarthy and Jasper Whitlock. I had known Emmett since I started Elementary School in Forks, Washington. I, being my naturally clumsy self, tripped over and huge Emmett was there to catch me, ever since we were inseparable and just had to go to the same University. Emmett is huge, he is a towering 6ft4 over my 5ft4 with huge muscles, curly brown hair and grey eyes, he looks intimidating but he is really just a big softy always ready to squish you with a hug, he doesn't normally go on about it but his parents are loaded and so is he but he rarely uses his money on anything. My other best friend Jasper we met at East Brooke, he was Emmett's roommate, they made friends quickly and soon after that I met him and hit it off. Jasper is also tall, 6ft3 with blond hair that falls over his icy blue eyes, he is majoring in World History and Psychology and was the friend I could go to if I didn't want to be laughed at or tortured for the rest of my being because of whatever secrets I needed off my chest, unlike the lovely Emmett.

I sighed and started reading again waiting for Jasper to come and help me with my luggage. This year was no exception to any other, I would be going, for the first time, to London with my friends on what was supposed to be a holiday of a life time. Apparently Emmett and Jasper didn't believe in forward planning and were going to just wake up every morning and decided what to do that day, I knew this wasn't going to work but I didn't want to ruin their fun.

I picked up another heart shaped chocolate out of the box my not-so-secret admirer, Tyler, had given me. Every morning I would wake up to see either chocolates, flowers or poetry left outside my door but every time I went to give it back he would always say it wasn't him and just walk away with a light flush of pink across his cheeks, I soon gave up giving them back and either put the flowers in a vase, eat the chocolates or gave the letters to Emmett, he really needed some help with the ladies. He still hasn't realised the line, 'You're hot, let's go back to my room and have fun', doesn't work on most girls.

"Bella," I heard from behind me before I was ambushed by the huge body of Emmett and pulled into a giant bear huge, "Guess what Bella, you'll never believe it!" He shrieked literally jumping up and down on the spot making the floor shake. I looked over to Jasper for any clues but the just was shaking his head while holding it in his hands.

"What Emmett, did you get arrested again?" I asked remembering the last time he seemed this excited.

"NO! Rosie is going to be in London at the same time that we are," he said while jumping up and down on the same spot even higher and I was starting to feel sorry for the floor.

Rosalie Hale was a model, Emmett had never met. He saw her once in a magazine and apparently knew at once it was true love, I must admit, even looking at her picture knocked my self confidence down 10 levels, she was beautiful with her long blond hair, tanned skin, tall and apparently had big boobs according to Emmett, she looked like every man's dreams. It was just a pity Emmett just happened to be one of these men. Ever since seeing that first picture he went to buy every women's magazine there was every week just to figure out where she was in the world and what she was doing, he basically worshiped the women and practically stalked her without actually having to leave his normal schedule. I am sure Emmett could tell you where she was every hour of every day last week and her plans for the week ahead.

"What are the chances you will see her? She will probably be at some big, posh hotel and I don't think you would be splashing your cash out for a trip to London," Emmett stopped jumping and seemed to be in thought. Jasper sat down beside me and whispered in my ear, "If we do see her I'm totally going to tell her Emmett stalks her," I laughed but when I looked back at him he looked totally serious. I raised one eyebrow as if to ask him whether he really meant it but all he did was tap his nose and I looked back to Emmett who seemed to have finished debating with himself.

"You're probably right since she is there with the Cullen's but my mum and dad are the ones spending for the holiday and we are going to be staying at the HILTON! I'm sure we can find her somewhere... she'll probably be in the same hotel," he smiled before he sat down next to me. The Cullen's? Emmett had mentioned many times that Rosalie was apparently good friends with the Cullen's and everybody knew who the Cullen's were.

Carlisle Cullen is an extremely rich business man who owns a string of hotels and restaurants around the world; his wife is Esme Cullen, a home decorator, all the celebrity's houses were done by. If Mrs. Cullen hadn't decorated your house your status in celebville was dragged down enormously. Carlisle was in his forties even though he certainly didn't look like it his blond locks and blue eyes made him look like a movie star and his body took twenty years of his real age. Esme was around the same age but had long chestnut coloured hair with bright green eyes.

They had two children who where twins. I know so much about their children only from the occasional magazine, from Emmett's vast collection, I pick up when I'm bored. I know that their children are a girl and a boy, Alice and Edward and are twins. Alice is a fashion designer and has lines around the world and are shown during fashion weeks in London, Milan, Paris, Tokyo and New York, from her pictures I could see she had short black hair which spiked out at all angles, she looked short maybe 4ft11, but had piercing blue eyes just like her dad's.

If you picked up a magazine you couldn't miss a picture of Edward Cullen, he is the most gorgeous person you will ever see, even on paper. He is an actor and has been in films like The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Atonement, The Dark Night, Eagle Eye, Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, How To Be, Little Ashes, Sweeney Todd, Juno and that's not even half of the list! He only started 2 years ago and he gets paid millions for one job. I would never admit this to Emmett or Jasper but if I ever met Edward Cullen, I would faint. In every interview I have seen; I watch Ellen, he's on Ellen, I don't stalk him like Emmett does with Rosalie, he seems so down to earth and generally funny and sarcastic.

"I think we should get going. If we don't want to get there any later than we already are," Jasper said from beside me knocking me from thoughts.

"Yeah we should get going and shotgun," I said standing up and grabbing two of my suitcases out of my six. I have to say I didn't think I would need so many but it seems a whole summer away from home would need me to bring everything I own.

"Bella, why do you have so many bloody bags?" I heard Emmett whine from behind me as I stepped into an elevator. I looked and saw Jasper carrying his own two bags and two of mine and Emmett in the same situation.

"Look at Jasper he's got the same amount as you and he's not complaining," I said while I gave Jasper a quick pat on the head before the elevator doors opened.

"Oh, well if I knew I was going to get a pat on the head from mummy I would have behaved in the first place," we laughed as we loaded our things into Emmett's red jeep's boot and some of the backseat and got in.

Emmett put the radio on and 'Soilja Boy's Crank That' played through my ears along with Emmett's voice picking up on the chorus.

"Oh, god, how many hours do we have to have Emmett's music on?" Jasper whined from the seat, I just laughed but inside I to wanted it to be shut off just as much as he did. When we finally reached the airport I took a deep sigh of relief as Jay-Z finally shut up and we piled into the terminal.

EPOV

"EDWARD!" I heard my sisters shriek ring through my ears. I peeled my eyes open and glanced over to the clock and saw it was 3am. I groaned and pulled my covers back over my head before they were pulled off and I looked up to see Alice ready and dressed looking down at me like I was insane, "Edward we are leaving in 15 minutes hurry up we don't want to be late for our flight." Alice ran back out my room screaming more about how she didn't need the stress.

I dug my head once more into my soft pillows before I pulled myself up. I dragged my feet over the wooden floor onto the cold tiles off the bathroom, I quickly deposited of my silk boxers before I stepped into the warmth of my shower, I tried to make it quick so I washed my hair and turn it off again before I could get to enveloped in its heat. I tied a towel around my waist before I exited back into my room. I dried myself and pulled on some dark wash jeans and a white, button up shirt so it was comfortable enough for the flight but also nice enough to get pictures of me taken with them on and they were also Alice's line so she would be happy. I didn't bother drying my hair I just walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen were Rosalie was with breakfast all set out.

"Thanks Rose," I said sitting down and started chewing on a piece of bacon.

"It's the least I could do, seeing as you agreed to accompany Alice to New York with me," she smiled before she went back to frying sausages. We were currently in Hotel Granduca in Houston, Texas where Rosalie had had her last photo shoot and where we were getting a plane to London where Rose would be having her next shoot. Alice wanted to be with Rose, when she went most places because she wanted to see the world, not that her travelling all around the world as a designer was enough she needed to see it in the eyes of a models best friend as well.

Alice and Rose had sat down at the table and had started to debate wedges or kitten heels were better, normally a 20 year old man shouldn't know what the difference between a wedge and a kitten heel was but because my sister was a famous fashion designer and one of my good friends was a model the topics of conversation never swayed from clothes or shopping and none of that really interested me.

"- look at it this way you will be able to see Mike now," Alice was talking to me but I was only able to catch the end of her sentence, finished of my plate and started piling it up again with more egg, bacon and sausages. This was true, my best friend Mike from high school had moved to London but we had kept in touch and were going to meet up while we were in the same state. I merely nodded and finished off my second plate before grabbing all of Alice's 14 suitcases and Rosalie's 12 and taking them to the front desk not wanting to bear the cameras until I had to.

Once the driver had figured out where to put all bags Alice and Rose finally came out. I opened the door for them and they walked out the hotel still more interested in whatever they were talking about to say thank you but smiled and waved at the paparazzi. I covered my eyes, it was too early in the morning for this amount of flashing. I shut the door behind me as I entered the limo and sat down trying to listen to their conversation for the short ride.

Once we arrived, I opened the door only to be welcomed by dozens of flashing lights and questions shot at me from each direction.

Edward, have you found a lucky lady yet?

Why are you in Texas?

Is it true you and Tanya are engaged?

I politely smiled at them before helping Alice and Rose out the limo and by this time our luggage had already been taken inside the building.

Tanya Denali was one of three daughters of Christopher and Amanda Denali. Christopher is one of my father's good friends and owns a string of casinos around the world. Tanya is about 5ft7, has long strawberry blond hair and bluey-greyish eyes and is a model that had the same manager as Rosalie. Unlike Rosalie, Tanya has no brain what so ever, she continually uses the word like after every word in a conversation and never talks about anyone but me, myself and I. I had no idea where these rumours of an engagement had come from, I honestly despise the girl and if I had to marry her I would probably kill myself before I would have to say, 'I do'.

We checked in and got to our seats in first class before anyone else. I was seated in a single chair while Rose and Alice where together. After a while of trying to persuade an overly friendly air hostess that I didn't need anything, I sighed and fall back into my chair hoping to catch up on some long lost sleep.

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