Hey guys, i was just in the mood to write a story, nothing to serious just a bit of fluff, hope you enjoy.

p.s i'd like to shout out to a fellow fanfiction writer Morphy, i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i liked writing it, cheers dude:)

Cut me a real piece.

I walked down the deserted street, hugging myself tightly and trying to keep as much of my body warmth as possible. Tonight obviously wasn't my night. I'd only been in Seattle for a week and already things didn't seem to be going well. Story of my life I guess. Tonight had been awful from the get go. I couldn't decide what to wear for my date, the first date since arriving in Seattle, so I'd let my overly excitable roommate choose my attire. And by that I mean all but force me into wearing a dress. There are many reasons why I hate dresses and all of which are perfectly valid. But I'd thought, new city new Bella. Which was a big mistake. What was wrong with the old Bella? Absolutely nothing. What's wrong with the new Bella? She's wearing a dress... need I go on?

After another five minutes of walking in almost complete darkness, I gave up trying to find my own way and instead looked for the nearest restaurant or open shop to help give me directions to my apartment. Yep I was lost. I was lost, annoyed and in a dress, which also meant I was cold. With only a jacket on over this stupid little black dress, which was nowhere near thick or warm enough for this climate, I blame Arizona for not preparing me; I was beginning to wish I'd never left the house. My date had been a disaster. Now the date herself had been nice enough. Jessica was nice and smart and by no means unattractive, but there hadn't been any chemistry and she was a little self involved. She would not stop talking about her ex either, apparently Lauren was 'the nicest person' and 'they still hung out all the time' and even 'were in the same classes at college'. Yeah so I was pretty sure they were one discussion about politics over a latte away from getting back together. So at the end of the date, I'd come clean and said that I'd had a nice time(well not completely, a little white lie never hurt anyone) but preferred that we stayed friends, which she'd agreed to eagerly, giving me her number and asking that we have coffee and hang out, assuring me as friends only. I'd been so glad to finally get out of the restaurant, that I hadn't even asked for directions, knowing that I'd most likely get lost if I didn't. And sure enough, here I was at ten thirty-something at night, alone and lost. Perfect.

I peered up the street ahead of me and noticed a diner still lit up. So I headed in that direction. The bright sign read "Brandon's Seattle pie experience" in big letters, with a small sign that read "open 24 hours Monday to Saturday". Finally some luck, a slice of pie would definitely help improve my mood. So I pushed open the door and ventured inside.

The diner itself wasn't all that impressive. The floor was shiny but scuffed, there were booths lined up the side near the windows, and the counter was clean but obviously old. But it had a homey feel to it, and more importantly it was warm and smelt wonderful. There weren't any other customers and for a second I wondered if they'd shut the place early. My heels made a clacking noise as I walked over to the counter. I drummed my fingers on the counter, peering over searching for an employee. Suddenly a small figure popped up in front of me, as though they'd been crouched there waiting to jump out and scare the next customer. I jumped at their sudden appearance and I swear my heart skipped a few beats.

The figure in front of me beamed, showing off a nice set of teeth.

"Hello- ooops sorry, I didn't mean to startle ya?" the girl grinned apologetically, crinkling up her button like nose. She couldn't be more than sixteen, seventeen at the most. I stared at her, trying to calm down my heart rate. Can someone have a heart attack at twenty?

The girl tilted her head to the side, and inspected me with her hazel eyes.

"Are you ok?" she asked. I nodded quickly. I blinked rapidly a few times, before shaking my head.

"Crap you just came out of nowhere, give me a sec to control my heart rate."

The girl, I looked down quickly at her name tag, Alice, grinned apologetically before tucking a stray hair behind her ear. She had short dark layered hair that she'd tied back into small pigtails, but her hair was a little too short for it, so little wayward strands had escaped.

"Well I did apologize didn't I? But once ya calmed down can I take ya order?" I could make out a slight southern accent, nothing like the ones on television; hers was more subtle, diluted from living in Seattle I guess. That's when I realized I'd come here for a reason, but for the love of me I couldn't quite remember, I think it had something to do with being distracted by Alice's smile, or you know almost being startled to death. Hmmm I could've sworn I came here for a reason, oh yeah pie, that was it right?

"Uh yeah right...um what's good?" I asked. Alice laughed shrugging a bit,

"Well everything's good in here, but if ya want I could pick out one that'd suit ya personality?"

My brow crinkled in confusion. "Pardon? My personality?"

Once again the pixie like girl shrugged. "It's sorta something I'm good at, I take a look at ya, and then I choose a slice of pie that I think you'd like, and if ya don't like it it's on the house. So how 'bout it?"

I blinked a few times before shrugging. "Sure, why not?" She grinned widely.

"That's the spirit! Ok so ya want a coffee to go with it? You look sorta cold." I nodded, and suddenly I felt cold again. I might've been distracted by almost dying...ok I might be over exaggerating, but hell it startled the crap out of me, metaphorically speaking of course.

"Ok, you take a seat and I'll be over in a jiffy." Ha who says jiffy these days? I was beginning to like this girl; she seemed so bubbly and obviously unique. I made my way over to the nearest booth and plopped down. I sighed appreciatively, high heels were another thing I hated and I hadn't realized how sore my feet were until I was sitting. Probably distracted by how cold I was.

I slipped off my heels, groaning slightly out of relief as I rubbed my sore feet.

"Rough night?" I once again jumped at Alice's sudden appearance. I looked up and noticed she was wearing an amused expression.

"Jumpy tonight aren't we? Anyway, here's a slice of lemon meringue and a nice hot cup of coffee, this should warm ya right up."

She placed a delicious looking, and smelling, piece of pie in front of me and then set the mug down as well. I finally got a look at what she was wearing. A green and blue shirt with a cartoon pie above her name tag, a small white apron over a pair of black skinny jeans, and a girl after my own heart, a pair of white chuck taylors. All in all she didn't look to bad. Actually that was a lie, she looked frickin' amazing, quite adorable, especially as she couldn't be more than 5'1.

She hovered for a couple of seconds, looking like she wanted to say something, but she seemed to decide not too, and went to leave. But before she took one step I quickly asked,

"Can you, uh, I mean do you want to sit." I gestured to the other side of the booth, cringing internally at my 'Bella-ness', obviously she was working, why'd I have to ask that. But she surprised me by grinning and sitting down.

"I'd love to, this's gotta be the best offer I've had all night." I grinned back, before digging into the slice of pie. Oh my god, this has to be the best thing I've ever tasted. I swallowed the mouthful, rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

Alice laughed. "See?" she asked, grinning cockily, leaning back and crossing her arms.

"How'd you know?" I asked, covering my mouth with a hand. She shook her head still grinning widely.

"Can't tell ya, trade secret."

"Let me guess, you'd have to kill me if you told me?" I asked, smiling my crooked smile.

She nodded, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table.

"Yeah I think I would, and I don't really wanna, cause I like you..." she trailed off slightly, still smiling but in a different way, it was only a subtle change, and there was something in her eyes, a gleam almost. I swallowed the piece of pie in my mouth, which felt like a challenge seeing as my mouth was suddenly dry. Alice quickly leant back, stretching her arms along the back of the booth before continuing,

"Plus too much trouble cleaning up and getting rid of all the evidence. I'm too tired from working, so sorry but no can do." She winked at me and I felt my cheeks heat up. So I coughed and quickly busied myself by sugaring my coffee. Black and three sugars, just the way I like it.

"So I didn't catch ya name." I looked up from my coffee.

"Oh yeah, I'm Bella, and you're Alice, obviously." I said, pointing at her name tag.

She laughed, glancing down at it too.

"Obviously." I blushed even more, yeah I pointed out the obvious, it's sorta my thing.

"So, Veronica Mars, what do you do?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Oh ha ha, very funny." I'm quite partial to sarcasm. Alice looked slightly impressed, probably at me getting her Veronica Mars reference.

"You a student?" she asked. I nodded, cutting my pie up with the side of my fork.

"Yeah I moved here last week and I had my first class on Monday. What about you? When you're not serving pie with your psychic type ability, what do you do?" I asked, before plopping a forkful of pie into my mouth. I half expected her to say 'senior in high school'.

"Oh I'm a student too, S.U." she noticed my surprised expression and laughed,

"Yeah I look young eh? But I'm nineteen. Good genetics I guess." She shrugged.

"Um yeah cool, I go to S.U too. So what do you study?" I asked, wanting to move the subject along.

"Psychology, you?"

"Literature, but I often wondered about psychology. How you going with it?" I asked, sipping my coffee, enjoying the warmth.

"Good, I guess. It's real interesting; it's just sorta hard juggling my work schedule and studying. Pop's a little demanding when it comes to work hours." My brow crinkled in confusion and I was just about to ask what her pop had to do with it when she cut in.

"Alice Brandon, my family own the place." She spread her arms out, gesturing to the diner around us.

"So how often do you work?" I asked, scraping the remainder of the pie from the plate.

"Most days, but only evening shifts on most of the days I've got classes. You should stop by again, try some more of our pies. They're the best in Seattle." She winked at me, before standing and picking up my empty plate. I nodded, before picking up my coffee cup, draining it in one sip and handing it too her.

"Yeah I think I might, it'd be nice seeing a familiar face, so far I've only got my roommates and their family to keep me company." And that's when I remembered the real reason I was here.

"Hey, um, you think you could give me some directions?"

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I closed the door behind me, threw my keys on the dresser and made my way across the apartment, stripping out of my jacket. All the lights were off and I squinted, using the soft light coming from the television to help me find my way.

"How was your date?"

For the billionth time tonight I jumped at the sudden appearance of one of my roommates. Ren was lying on the couch, covered in her big ass blanket, rubbing her eyes as she leant up on her elbows. I moved her blanket covered feet so I could sit down, and then placed them back down on my lap.

"Let's just say there won't be a second one."

"Bummer, but I guess if it's not meant to be, then it's not meant to be." Wise words from Miss Renesmee Cullen.

"You got that right. So what about you missy? I thought you and Jake had so big plans for tonight, being all couple-y and in love."

She smirked slightly before jerking her head towards her room.

"Yeah he snores."

"Must be genetic cause Leah keeps me up all night, seriously the freaking walls must be made out of paper or something cause I can hear everything through those walls, and I mean everything."

Ren scrunched her whole face up.

"Ew, too much information, that's my boyfriend's sister you're talking about, not to mention my best friend." I laughed, rubbing her feet lightly.

"Awww Ren, I thought I was your best friend." She rolled her eyes, and sighed exasperatedly.

"You're my new best friend, Leah's my oldest and dearest. Sheesh can't a girl have more than one bff? What kind of world do we live in?"

I couldn't suppress my laughter.

"Bff? What are you, thirteen?" Ren poked her tongue out,

"Thirteen and three quarters, thank you very much."

There was a creaking sound to the left, and I looked up to see a muscular guy in his boxers stand in the doorway of Ren's room rubbing his eyes.

"Think you could lower the noise? Oh hi Bells."

"Hey Jake." I gave him a small wave.

"Sorry babe, didn't mean to wake you. I'll be right in." Ren smiled sweetly at Jake.

He mumbled something before closing the door behind him. Ren stretched her arms over her head, then turned back to me.

"You ok? Want me to stay up and listen to you complain about your crappy date? Cause I don't mind." I shook my head.

"Nah I'm fine, think I might hit the hay too. You go and, um, try to sleep."

Ren stood up, still wrapped in her blanket cacoon, but I could make out one of Jacob's giant jerseys almost swallowing her entire body.

"Well if you're sure. Hey we should invite the gang around for breakfast tomorrow; it's not a Sunday without pancakes and sibling rivalry." She grinned nodding her head over to Leah's room, and then back at her own.

"Yeah sure, why not?" I dragged myself off the couch and walked over to my room, stopping at the door.

"Night Ren."

"Sweet dreams Bell."

I watched as she closed her bedroom door behind her, before opening my own and entering my box filled room. Unpacking sucked, so my way of dealing with it was to ignore it for as long as possible, until it was necessary that I find things.

I quickly changed out of the horrid dress and into my flannel pyjama pants and oversized grey tee, chucked the dress into one of the many boxes, and flopped down onto my futon, stretching and snuggling into my black and grey blankets. I knew I should brush my teeth; I was somewhat o.c.d when it came to my dental hygiene, but I could still taste the lingering flavours of lemon meringue pie, and it reminded me of the cute girl at the pie shop. Alice.

Maybe the 'gang', and by that I mean Ren's friends who let me hang out with them cause I'm new on town and have nobody, would like to visit 'Brandon's Seattle pie experience' sometime. Try that damn fine lemon meringue, and maybe make me seem less of a dork going in there with people instead of showing up by myself again. I drifted off, on top of my blankets, with my bedroom light still on, with the lingering taste of lemon meringue still in my mouth.

XxXx

"Pass the syrup."

"No, I'm still using it."

"Bloody hell Jacob you've got enough, what are you gonna do, drink the rest?"

"Sheesh Lee, unbunch your panties why don't ya, there's enough syrup."

Leah narrowed her eyes at her younger brother.

"My underwear is unbunched thank you very much, and if we recall we're in my apartment, and I paid for that syrup."

Ren walked over holding the frypan in one hand, and a spatula with fresh pancakes piled on it in the other.

"If I recall, we're in our apartment, and Bella bought the syrup." She said placing the fresh pancakes onto my awaiting plate.

Leah rolled her eyes, and muttered a 'same difference' before picking up her knife and fork, and cutting up her pancakes aggressively. Jacob smiled warmly at me, before passing me the syrup.

"Here you go Bella, some nice syrup to go with your delicious pancakes, have as much as you want; you did pay for it after all."

Leah picked up a blueberry and chucked it at Jacob's head, hitting him just above his ear. There was a reason we made them sit at opposite ends of the table. Trying to avoid more sibling fights, I passed the syrup to Leah, who smiled warmly at me, before smiling mockingly at Jacob, who just stuck his tongue out in return. So very mature, you would never guess they were twenty-one and nineteen by the way they still acted.

Ren sat down on Leah's left, across from me and next to Jacob. He passed her a bowl of blueberries and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile and Leah pretend to vomit into her eggs.

"So, this is the gang eh?" I asked jokingly, while pouring juice into my glass. Ren shrugged while she cut up her pancakes.

"Emmett has an early shift at the garage, Quil's at the garage with him cause he's hoping for a job, Edward's got some sort of appointment and Jasper and Rosalie are having breakfast with their mother, she's in town for the weekend or week or something."

I glanced over at Leah, who was staring down at her eggs and pushing them around her plate, with a thoughtful expression on her tanned face. Ren seemed to notice this as well. She nudged Leah with her elbow.

"What's up Lee, not meeting the in laws yet?"

Leah shrugged before placing a large forkful of eggs into her mouth. Jacob laughed loudly.

"Yeah cause what mother wouldn't be impressed by that show of table manners? Fit anymore eggs into your mouth?"

All three of us glared at Jacob, who shrank back slightly, holding his hands out in fake surrender.

"Fine fine, sorry Leah. Gawsh you gals are a scary bunch." He fake shivered before going back to his pancakes. Ren turned back to Leah, raising her eyebrows and waiting for her to answer her previous question. Again Leah shrugged.

"She doesn't know we're together. I think Rose doesn't want her parents to have to deal with two gay kids, so she's just, I dunno, waiting for the right time."

"Believe me Lee," I said, resting my elbows on the table, "there is no 'right time'."

Ren nodded in agreement, and pointed towards me with her fork, "listen to the girl Lee, she knows a few things."

I snorted slightly, "Yeah the ins and outs of coming out to your parents, think I should write a book about it?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yeah maybe you should." Jake actually answered in complete seriousness, which made Leah and I laugh, and Ren pat his arm gently.

"So Bella, I forgot to ask, how was your date last night?" Leah asked, obviously wanting to steer the conversation from her love life to mine. I groaned while rolling my eyes.

"Not so well. There definitely isn't going to be a date number two."

We both looked at Ren, who shrugged.

"I'm no lesbian but I thought she'd be a good date." Jacob laughed, and placed his arms on the back of Ren's chair.

"Good thing you're not. But you know if you ever have the urge to make out with a girl..."

Ren turned to him, and pointed a finger at him threateningly.

"Don't finish that sentence." Jacob closed his mouth, pretending to lock it and throw away the key. Smirking at both Leah and I, before winking, but made an 'oomph' noise as Ren elbowed him in the stomach. There was a knock at the front door, distracting us all from Jacob's shenanigans.

"Whoever that is, if you have a key use it." Leah shouted out, before going back to her breakfast. A couple seconds passed before the door opened, and two blonde figures entered, still in deep conversation, or rather in the middle of an argument.

"But seriously Rose, the woman's trying to make an effort; the least you could do is try to be nice."

"Me paying for breakfast is me trying to be nice. It's not my fault the woman's a raging- oh hey guys, something smells great." Rosalie smiled warmly as she made her way over to the kitchen table, stopping by Leah's chair and giving her a peck on the lips, before going over to the kitchen counter and pouring herself a cup of coffee. Jasper sat down on one of the empty chairs, and continued the argument with his twin.

"Well we don't pick our family, so could you at least, you know, try harder?"

Ren decided to enter the conversation.

"What's going on?" she asked. Rosalie plopped down on the empty chair between mine and her brother's, and opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off before she got the chance.

"Rosalie not getting along with our mother again."

"Excuse me, it isn't just my fault. The woman is insufferable, how she's managed to be married three times is beyond me."

The week that I'd lived here I'd picked up that whenever Jasper and Rosalie had an argument, everyone else shut up so that they could listen, I had to admit it was rather interesting. And not to mention hilarious.

"Well just think of it this way, she's been divorced twice as well, or is she divorcing hubby number three?" Leah asked, entering the conversation as well. Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"It's only a matter of days, she just knows how to drive away a man, believe me."

"Well I haven't met her so I'll have to take your word for it." Leah said it in such a casual way, it made the words that more pointed, and Rosalie paused for a second, looking at Leah with her head tilted slightly. I could feel the awkwardness start to build, so I added my voice to the conversation.

"So I found this great little twenty-four hours pie shop last night, anyone wanna check it out tomorrow?"

Jacob's eyes grew wider and she sat up a little straighter in his chair.

"Dude that sounds great, I could go for a nice slice of pie, well actually maybe a dozen slices of pie." He turned and high fived Jasper, who turned to me,

"You mean the place a couple of blocks away? Something pie experience?"

I nodded, "yeah Brandon's Seattle pie experience." Which made Ren laugh.

"What, are they paying you to advertise or do you just really like the place?"

I couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Well they do have great pie and, uh, great service."

So i hope you guy enjoyed it. i'll still be continuing with 'caffeine fix' just in case you were wondering, so writing this story won't keep me from writing the other one.

so anyway thanks for reading, cheers x