A/N: Supposed to be oneshot. But not. I promise to finish this one, honestly. Perhaps its stupid for me to work on so many stories. But, I know the ending to Half Alive. And this one too. This story will be 10 chapters max. I think. Need I say more?

Summary: Bella was a shy girl with a low self esteem, who always followed the rules. Edward was a heartbreaker, alluring and unknowingly seductive. When Bella spends a whole summer with him and the rest of his eccentric family…hell erupts.

Disclaimer: Trust me, if Twilight was mine, he'd be in love with someone else entirely –snickers- ME-snickers- Maybe no one would actually read the book, but it would be a GREAT birthday present for me! Hahahah xD

Hope you like it!

NOTE: Bella lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Just a heads up !

Sunsets and Car Crashes

Chapter 1: Everything Burns

Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there

- Everything Burns, Anastacia Ft. Ben Moody

BPOV

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, nudging the so-called 'food' on my tray. Honestly. The school was able to afford the latest laptops for each of the students (all 500 of them), electronically sensitive gates, and elite teachers…but couldn't spend a couple dollars on upgrading the cafeteria food. Sure, we sucked it up and ate it anyway: nothing could stop a campus full of hormone-driven barbarian-type students from eating. But really! Slop wasn't exactly at the top of our list of 'edible food'—if it was on the list at all!

I was sitting in one of the tables near the corner of our wide cafeteria. The people around me were talking about recent tests that they had, the new show that was on TV, a scandal in Hollywood. I didn't really know them; they were in some of my classes, and I could recognize their names and faces. But I wasn't close to them in anyway. We may have said hello in the hallways a couple times, but that was it.

The only reason why they were sitting in the same table as me, was because it was the only empty table left.

Yes, it sounds like I'm some type of freak. Maybe there's something about me that repels people or something; something that only attracts weirdo's, and maybe a couple dogs.

I'll say it now.

I'm not someone that catches a lot of attention.

Back when I was a little girl, my mom would always force me to fix my hair so my face wasn't covered by my bangs. She said that when my fringe covered my eyes, I looked like a moose. Which wasn't very complimentary—or nice to hear—in any way.

Back then, I guess you could say I attracted some attention. People would tell my mom that her daughter had 'graceful features', an 'innocent face'. In fact, a woman came up to my mom and gave her her card. Said that my 'graceful features' and 'innocent face' could be good for a commercial that had to do with baby lotion.

I refused.

It was a boost to my non-existent self-esteem of course, but I wasn't really into that kind of thing. Maybe some other time, I had told her. After those words left my lips, my mom made it her personal mission to fix me up and make me look presentable. Because, as she said, although I missed my chance then, I should be noticed in the near future.

Or something along those lines.

She got obsessed with it. She was constantly fixing my hair, buying me clothes. I always had a new dress in the closet, or maybe a new blouse. But I never wore them, much to my mom's dismay. My refusal to do what she wanted, and my dad's stubbornness drove my mom to leave our home and take refuge in the arms of the stranger she met on one of her business trips to Minnesota. She was happy, so I was happy for her. We'd never had a very good relationship; I never ran to her crying, asking for advice. I never stayed in the bathroom with her for hours, talking about anything that came to mind. She was just…there.

And then she was gone.

High school came soon enough, and I fell into the shadows of the hallways. Clearly unnoticed, and I liked it that way. I didn't crave attention; not anymore. And I gave up on trying to make friends once I realized how horrible the students on campus were.

A voice interrupted my trail of thoughts.

"Bella right?" The girl across the table from me asked.

"Uhm, yeah." I shuffled my feet. Conversations weren't my strong point.

"You're the chief's daughter right?" She stared intently at me, nudging the boy beside her.

"Yeah…why?"

The boy flashed a charming smile and replied, "What Jessica over here means to ask you." He gestured towards the girl who had said my name, "Is, can you help us out?"

"That depends…How?" They wanted help from me?!

"You see," Jessica said, "Mike and I may have done a couple…wrong things out near the harbor." She winked slyly. "And may have gotten caught by one of the patrolling officers. I can't have that go on my permanent record now can I?"

Mike chuckled, "That's where you come in."

"What?" I asked.

"Could you maybe convince your dad about it? Tell him we didn't mean anything by it, and that we were just being our young, alive selves?"

"Sure, whatever." I wasn't going to, but why not save myself the pleading if I said no?

"Great!" Jessica beamed.

They turned around and started talking to the others sitting at the table. They seemed to have forgotten that I was sitting right there.

The shrill bell rung, and I flinched. I threw the remains of my lunch away, stacking the tray on top of the pile on the table. I walked out of the cafeteria, and walked towards my next class.

The day went by the same as all my other days have: slow, boring, and uneventful. The only difference was that it was the last of my sophomore year of high school. A long, and obviously slow, boring, and uneventful summer was bound to take place.

And for the first time in years, I wished that something would happen. I just didn't realize what I was actually getting myself into.

I killed the engine and hopped out of my Chevy, key in hand. I slammed the door shut and walked towards my front door. Wiping the bottom of my shoes on the welcome mat, I reached down and pulled out the key from under it. Sticking it into the lock, I twisted it and walked in.

I threw my coat on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. Grabbing it from the freezer, I popped the frozen lasagna into the oven and set the timer. Now all I had to do was wait.

Charlie's voice rang out, "Bella?"

"Yeah dad?" I yelled, not moving from my seat at the dining table.

"Letter came for you today." He said, "I put it on the nightstand in your room!" I could hear the sounds of a baseball game coming from the TV in the living room.

"Okay! Thanks!"

A letter? For me? There were many things wrong with that: One, I don't get letters. Two, no one would send me a letter. And three, who the hell still sends letters since they invented the internet?!

I got up from the table and headed towards my room. The steps of the stairs were old, and obviously in need of some patching up. They creaked when even a little pressure was applied to it. Drop a basketball on it, and it would probably break.

I wasn't the one who designed my room: Charlie and Renee did. They didn't know that I was going to be a girl, so they played safe and painted my room a dull gray. The furniture was all the same color—dark brown. No color, anywhere.

As I reached my room, I spotted the letter right away. It was in a bright red envelope, and the contrast between the brightness of the envelope and the dull flat color of the walls and nightstand was pretty obvious. I hopped onto my bed, propped my head up against my pillow and picked up the letter.

The envelope was neatly addressed, in flawless handwriting.

Rosalie Hale & Alice Cullen

460 North Hudson Ave

Forks, Washington 98331

Isabella Marie Swan

293 Westfield Rd

Phoenix, Arizona 85069

My eyes widened. Alice?! Rosalie?! I hadn't seen them since I was in eighth grade. We went to the same middle school and were instant friends. Charlie said that he didn't understand how that happened: we were all so different, it was almost comical.

I peeled the envelope open and pushed the edges so I could grab the letter inside. On clean and (seemingly) expensive stationary, the flawless handwriting continued.

Bella,

Hey! It's Alice! It's been ages since we've last seen each other! Yes, I know that we both sort of cheated on our pact of 'keeping in touch' and sending 'emails and letters everyday'. Hahaha. But I'm holding up on my end of the bargain. And if you've noticed, Rosie's name is on the envelope too, so she's held up her end of the bargain. So you're the only one that hasn't.

Before I tell you your punishment, I have to ask. How are you? Gah, I know I sound pretty polite and proper (me?!) for asking…but I guess its unavoidable. You should be here, we miss you so much!

Now, back to your punishment!You have to do, exactly what we say, or else we will post those embarrassing pictures of you in that toilet paper dress on Facebook! Hopefully, your sophomore year has come to an end, and your summer break has started. Now, cancel all your plans (if you have any *wink*) right now, because Rosie and I have planned the best, and completely flawless summer that you should have at this point. Want to hear it? Okay, drum roll please! You're spending the ENTIRE summer with us in Forks! I know, it's brilliant.

If you had stopped being your impatient little self, you would have noticed the plane ticket that we stuck inside that envelope of yours. Hope you didn't lose it! Your flight is on Monday, June 18th. Get packing and get your butt over here! Pack all your clothes and bring that dorky, bright smile that we love! Can't wait to see you buddy! (Yes! I just called you BUDDY)

Always,

Alice & Rose

I dropped the letter.

The smell of melted cheese filled my nostrils as I walked down the stairs. I rushed to the kitchen, slipped on my oven mitts and grabbed the burning lasagna from the oven. I placed it on the counter, set the table, and hollered, "Foods ready!"

The buzz from the TV was lowered, and Charlie emerged from the living room and sat down at the table.

"Smells delicious Bella." He grinned.

I smiled and put a large piece of lasagna on his plate and a significantly smaller one on mine.

I sat down and told him to dig in.

He attacked the lasagna like a barbarian, some of the meat sauce getting caught in his mustache. It was disgusting, and funny at the same time. I started giggling.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" His hands immediately scoured his face for sauce.

"Yes, actually." I laughed

His finger wiped off a bit of sauce from the corner of his lip, and said thoughtfully, "Is it gone now?"

It wasn't.

"Yes, you got it." I smiled cheekily, and stabbed another piece of the lasagna.

"Thank goodness," He chuckled, "It would be so embarrassing if I still had that sauce on my face: who knows who might visit us?"

"Yeah, thank goodness you got it then." I bit my lip. I was always a horrible liar, but he seemed oblivious to it.

"So, Bella, anything interesting happen in school today?" He said as he chewed.

"Not really." I shrugged, "Last day, you know? Not much happens."

"You tear up when saying bye to your friends?"

As if I had any…

"Yes." I lied again.

"Oh, who?"

Crud. "Uhm…" I racked my brain, "Oh! Jessica and…" What was the guy's name…."Oh! Mike! Mike Newton!"

"Is there something going on between you and this Newton kid that I should know about?" He pursed his lips, and the sauce caught in his mustache quivered.

"No!" I exclaimed, completely taken off-guard. "Anyway…" I tried to change the subject.

"Yes?" He had already finished the portion of lasagna he was eating, and he sliced another equally large piece and threw it on his plate.

I made a face of feigned disgust, to which he laughed. "That letter I got…"

"Oh right, who's it from?"

"Alice and Rosalie." I smiled.

"Them!" his eyes widened, "Why Bella, you girls haven't talked in ages now."

"I know…"

"So what did they say? Or is it about something I don't want to know about? Something personal and off limits? Don't let them influence you to do bad things now!" He started blabbing about things that didn't have to do with anything.

"Okay, stop!" I said, pointing a finger at him, "First of all, no, they didn't say anything personal. Second, they wouldn't influence me in any way. And my God! That's your third piece of lasagna tonight!"

"I'm hungry." He shrugged.

"Fine, fine. Okay." I looked at him nervously, readying myself to tell him "Hey Ch—Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Would you be okay, on your own for a little while?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well because Rose and Ali—"

"What have they done now!" Pieces of lasagna were flying out of his mouth and onto the table. Yuck! "I told you they'd be a bad influence! They're making you elope with that Newton kid aren't they? And you're just going to up and leave me here alone!" He started babbling like a madman.

"Dad are you pregnant?"

This stopped him.

"What?!" He asked, stunned, "No…Are you?!"

"No! I'm just saying, you're having an awful lot of mood swings…"I giggled.

He laughed and said, "You're right." He shook his head, "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"First of all, they aren't a bad influence! And never in my life will you ever see me eloping with Mike Newton! And…what I was going to say was," I inhaled, "Theywantmetospendsummerwiththemthisyear."

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

"They want me to spend summer with them this year." I said slowly.

"Oh…" He sat back in his seat, "I guess that's okay."

"Are you serious?"

"Bella I'm your father. I'm more than double your age; I can take care of myself. Just got'a order pizza everyday or somethin'. I'll think of something." He grinned, "As long as you'll be taken care of, I'll survive."

"Of course," I smiled.

"And I guess you guys deserve some time together."

"Uh-huh." I couldn't get over the fact that he said yes!

"And I'm assuming that its just going to be you girls, and no hormone driven boys." He arched an eyebrow.

"I'm thinking Alice and Rosie are indeed girls, and they don't have any hormone-driven guys in their lives… so you don't have anything to worry about." I'd never know just how wrong I was…

"Okay then! You got a ticket already?" He asked, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Yes, don't worry about it." I gestured for him to put his wallet back. "I'm leaving in three days."

"I'll drive you over there so you don't have to take a taxi."

"Okay, thanks dad." I jumped up and picked up our plates, ignoring his protests. I told him that he was going to get fat, and being old and fat was going to ruin his single-playing-the-field life. That silenced him.

I washed the dishes, and Charlie went back to watching another baseball game. I went back upstairs, and started packing. It wasn't like I had any plans for the weekend, so I didn't need to worry about not having enough clothes. I slipped the letter into the front pocket of the shoulder bag I was bringing, and tossed it on my bed.

Maybe something interesting was going to happen after all.

I had a grand total of one hand-carry, one large luggage, and a shoulder bag. I didn't have many things to bring, assuming that I'd only stay two or three months there. I didn't need that many clothes.

We avoided traffic on the way to the airport: riding in a cruiser definitely had its perks. After a quick 'see you later' to Charlie, I dragged my baggage over to check in. The line was relatively short and I was behind this big old lady with a cat stuffed in her bag. She was arguing with the woman behind the counter, and saying that her cat was inside her bag, so it should count as a carry on; and therefore should be allowed to be brought on the plane.

The look on the woman's face was comical: she seemed both confused and obviously afraid of the mental state of the old lady. Maybe the old lady would take a swipe at her with her cane or something.

After a long argument, the old lady threw her hands up in the air, and her cat fell out of her bag. It immediately ran away, towards the seats near the entrance of the airport. The old lady started screaming in a thick French accent, and ran after her cat.

Priceless.

"Next in line please!" I hoarse voice called.

I grabbed my stuff and walked towards the counter. "Hi!" She smiled.

"Hi!" I smiled back.

"Okay, may I have your travel documents?"

I handed them to her—thank god I remembered them—and watched her maneuver through them methodically. She told me to put the baggage I wanted to check in onto the scale. I did, and it wasn't over the limit, so it got shoved into cargo. She smiled, handed me my passport and boarding pass, and I picked up my bag and my carry on and walked towards the gate.

Thankfully, my flight was at its final call by the time I reached the gate, and I was immediately escorted into the plane. Alice had gone all out and bought me a first class seat on the plane, which I would have to scold her for later.

But who was I kidding? I loved her for it!

I plopped down on the comfortable seat and snapped my seatbelt on. Once everything was set, the captain introduced himself and his crew. I had a glass of apple juice in my hand, staring at the balding old man that sat beside me.

The plane lifted off the ground after racing down the runway, and I looked out the window of the side of the plane, and whispered,

"Goodbye Phoenix."

The flight lasted a total of 8 hours (A/N: note: I have no idea how long it would actually take) before I landed. After going through all the different stations of the airport (for god knows how long) I walked out the arrivals door. I was met with an instantly cold wind, which I was completely unused to. Phoenix was sunny and hot, and it was never cold. Never.

I shivered, caught off guard. I wasn't wearing a jacket, and I realized I hadn't brought one at all. What was I going to do?! It was supposed to be summer, it wasn't supposed to be cold!

I must have looked pretty stupid. I was a shivering mess, waiting on one of the granite benches. I had a big ass luggage next to me, a shoulder bag, and a carry on, and I looked like I was lost. I didn't know what I was waiting for.

I grabbed the letter from the front pocket of my bag and skimmed through the lines. It said nothing about how I was going to get to her house. Until I saw in the same handwriting, on the bottom left of the page.

Wondering how to get to my house? Turn the page over!

The corners of my lips twitched.

I turned the paper over and read

1. A limo will be waiting for you once you arrive.

2. A hot young limo driver will escort you to your seat (I handpicked him to do the job!)

3. You'll enjoy that luxury for a good 5 minutes.

4. Yes, five minutes! And then you'll arrive at my house.

5. Good luck! Hope this wasn't too complicated for your obviously small brain to comprehend! xD!

I shook my head. They always undermine me. I looked around for a limo or a hot limo driver, and I spotted one parked kind of a long way to my left. I picked up my stuff and walked towards the sleek car, and knocked on the driver's door.

Alice wasn't kidding.

A hot guy around my age got out of the car, tipped his hat, and told me to get in.

I swallowed involuntarily. Hot couldn't even describe him; not even a little bit. Not even with flames and smoke building all around the word. He had striking green eyes and messy auburn hair. It wasn't messy in a way that it was unattractive. Actually, it was quite the opposite. I had the strangest urge to run my hand through it, and that scared me. He had high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and perfect lips. It didn't seem possible for someone to be that attractive.

He caught me drinking in his appearance, and he flashed a crooked smile. I stopped breathing.

Closing my eyes, I smiled giddily: Why weren't there guys like this in my high school?!

He opened the door for me, and I ducked in, careful not to hit my head. I sat down on the leather couch and my eyes immediately traveled to the latte/espresso machine to my left. I grinned wildly, and the hot (Fire, smoke, and all. Hell, a volcano erupted and threw lava all over the word to make it even hotter) guy chuckled.

He closed the door and moved back to the driver's seat and turned the keys. The limo came to life in a soft purr, before he gracefully maneuvered the car out of the airport driveway.

"So, you're Bella huh?" His musical, and smooth like velvet voice filtered into my ear.

I swallowed the mouthful of latte/espresso that I had, and answered with a "Yes."

"I guess it was about time that I met you," He said quietly, "They're always talking about you, you know. You have quite the fan club." He chuckled, and I imagined that he was thinking about Alice and her bubbly way of squealing and reminiscing about things.

"Really." I laughed, "It must be hard to keep up with her and Rose when they're hyper."

"You have no idea." He said, quietly.

And so, an awkward silence followed. I've heard that when a sudden silence happens, one of two things can happen: A. An angel passed over you. B. A gay baby is born.

I assumed the latter happened; and I giggled. And then I realized that I was laughing (embarrassingly) loudly, and that the hot guy probably didn't know why. I quickly said something to attempt to redeem myself, but instantly regretted the words leaving my mouth.

"So are you like an airport limo driver, or their personal limo driver or something?" I mentally slapped myself at the stupid, and utterly lame question.

He chuckled again, a corner of his lips pulling up in a crooked smile, "Neither, actually. Let's just say…I owed her a favor."

I smiled, "I see. I owe her a lot of favors. That's why I'm here."

"I heard."

"Really?" I asked, "How many of them?"

"Quite a lot. Alice isn't very good at whispering."

"I guess not." I muttered. "Gah, that's humiliating."

"Don't worry; you should see what she did to me at Rosalie's birthday party."

"What did she do now?!" I exclaimed. Alice, Alice…

He contemplated telling me, but shook his head, "Too embarrassing. Get her to tell you. It'll be worth it."

The car came to an abrupt stop, and I was almost flung into the driver's seat.

"You know," I replied, "You're not so good at this 'limo driving' business. Maybe you should take up a career in feeding reptiles." I giggled.

He turned around and arched his eyebrows, "I like to drive fast. And I hate reptiles." He flashed me a grin and stepped out of the limo. He opened my door, and told me he'd get my bags and bring them up to Alice's room. I thanked him, unconsciously bowing.

He just smiled and turned around to get my bags.

I walked towards the front door of Alice's monstrous home, almost instantly regretting it. I hadn't even learned his name! I shook my head at my thoughts; I didn't even know him, and I would probably never meet him again. It was stupid and pointless to think about a guy that you didn't know, and probably wouldn't know.

But, hell, he was worth it, wasn't he? (A/N: -drools- YES!)

I was attacked by a hyper pixie once I knocked on the front door. She hurled herself at me so forcefully, I almost tumbled down the porch steps. And considering how clumsy I am, it's a surprise that I didn't!

"Bella!!" She squealed.

"Alice!!" I mocked her.

She grinned widely and quickly ushered me into her fantabulous house. I stood in awe of the amazing designs on the walls and of the ceilings. My house was a mote of dust compared to this one!

"Oh my goodness Alice," I breathed, "You're house is amazing!"

"I'd give you a grand tour but that could take hours." She winked, "Let's go to my room."

We ran up the long flight of stairs and down three corridors before arriving at her room. I didn't know how she didn't get lost in a place like this. It was practically bigger than my school campus!

My bags were already in the room, like he said. I smiled to myself, thinking about that limo driver. Ah, I was such a pain to myself sometimes…

"How are your bags already here?" She turned to face me, "You haven't been hiding out in that vase downstairs have you?"

"What?" I asked, "No! I wouldn't fit in there for one, and that limo driver brought my stuff up."

She laughed and arched an eyebrow, "Limo driver huh?"

I acted as if I had fainted, and draped myself dramatically on her bed. I threw one of my hands on my heart, and the other on my forehead, and whispered,

"I have died."

She giggled harder and told me I hadn't changed. She hadn't either. She acted the same as she did back then, and looked the same: only slightly older and taller. She had small, almost innocent features. Her petite form was misleading: When you get her angry, you'll be met by a flipping beast. Her hair was short, black, and stuck out everywhere. Normally, that would look unattractive…but she was stunning, and everyone knew it. She was the few people that could actually pull a look like that off.

Instead of gushing about the guy, she dialed Rose's number and commanded her to come to her house. She didn't say why. She told me to hide behind the door, which I did. I loved surprising Rosalie.

Rose came bursting into the room, complaining. "I was in the middle of a very important hairdo-fix-up moment. I cannot believe you made me come all the way over here. Actually, I could have a little hairdo-fix-up moment with you…" She grinned.

"Oh, Rose, you're beautiful anyway." Alice sighed, "You should stop trying to fix stuff when they don't need fixing!"

And she was right.

Rosalie…well you can't describe her. It doesn't seem physically possible for someone to be so beautiful, but she was. She had long, cascading rich blonde locks that reached her waist. Her eyes were a deep blue, the irises outlined with a lighter, softer shade of blue. Her nose was sharp, lips full, and with high cheekbones. She had thick eyelashes. She was extremely tall and had defined curves. She could make every girl in the room jealous just by looking at her. She captivated everyone she met.

You'd think that she'd be snobby or snarky because of it, but she wasn't. Not at all. We hadn't made the best first impressions to each other but as time passed we got closer. She's really an amazing person. She has all these dreams of what she wants to be; she's very passionate, and intelligent, not to mention kind. It's hard to believe a girl with a face like hers could be that nice.

"So," she said in feigned impatience, "What do you need?"

Alice flickered her gaze at me and mouthed "Now."

I didn't need to be told twice.

I ran and hurled myself at Rosalie from behind, sending both of us toppling to the bed.

"What the hell?!" She screeched, the air taken out of her.

Alice was suffering from a hysterical laughing fit, and I joined in.

"Who the he—" She whipped around and saw both of us laughing, and her eyes widened. "Bella!"

"Hey-y R-o-o-ssss-ie" I sputtered out between my laughing. Her hair was a mess. So much for a hairdo-fix-up moment.

"I cannot believe you just did that." She glared murderously at Alice, and turned to me, "Glad you're back though!" She winked and plopped down next to us.

"So much for a big entrance…" I muttered.

They giggled and we started talking about what happened to us in the past year.

"Actually," I said, "My life sucks."

"What?" They said in unison.

"It's so boring without you guys there. I have…and this is embarrassing, and if you tell anyone, I swear I'll tear you to pieces—" They burst out laughing knowing I'd never been able to do that. "Bah! Fine! Don't listen to me."

I crossed my arms, and closed my eyes. "I have died" I breathed, and crashed to the floor.

They giggled and told me to keep going. I straightened up and said "Well, I don't have any friends." I shrugged at their surprised faces, "I know, right? But I really don't. I'm always alone all the time; school sucks. Boring as always. How's life been for you two?" I asked.

"Wait, what about your love life? You may not have friends—which I severely doubt by the way—but you must have had a boyfriend!" Rosalie inquired.

"Love life equals nonexistent." I said simply. They shook their heads. "What about you?"

"Well actually…" They both said in unison, arching their eyebrows suggestively.

"No way!" I jumped up and pointed at them. "I want to meet them. Now! Call them!"

They looked at each other, and looked at me pointedly, "It's not middle school anymore. Stop acting like one."

I sunk back into a sitting position, "Fine, fine. Tell me about them."

Alice started, "We're just messing with you, Bella. I'm not with anyone."

Rosalie smiled, "Me too."

"But we are friends with these three guys who are really something." She winked suggestively

Rosalie and I laughed, and I said, "I still want to meet the—"

I was interrupted by a loud, ringing sound. Doorbell?

"That might be them now, if you're lucky." Alice smiled, "And god knows you're not."

Rosalie grinned at that and agreed. I looked at them defensively, before the three of us made our way down the long flight of stairs and to the front door. Alice looked through the little peep hole—how she reached it I have no idea—and sighed.

"Guess you are lucky…" She grimaced. Rosalie had the same expression on her face.

She opened the door reluctantly, and three guys stood there, the expression on their faces oblivious to the fact that we had opened the door.

The two guys that I could see, were dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt. One was a pretty big guy, with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very handsome, of course, and a huge smile was plastered on his face. The other guy was a little shorter than the first, and leaner. He had light blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was smirking.

There was another guy behind them, but he was blocked by the first two.

They still seemed oblivious to us.

"I'm telling you, you'll faint at the sight of my killer dance moves." The big one laughed.

"Whatever, I've seen you dance before." The blonde one said quietly, "It's like death."

"He's right, you know." The guy behind them replied, "Death."

"Shut up you two." The big one scolded, "Check it," He put one of his hands on the side of the top of his head, and the other on his right ankle. He bent his right knee and started popping. The blonde and the hidden guy started laughing. The big one had a goofy grin on his face, his tongue sticking out. (A/N: What is that dance called, by the way? And can't you so imagine him doing that. –faints-)

"Gross!" Rosalie exclaimed, "It really is death!"

"Uh-huh!" Alice nodded.

"Totally." I smiled.

What happened next was purely comical. All three of their faces turned to our direction, and they all stiffened. The big guy, who was clearly embarrassed, threw his hands in the air, trying to change his position. His hand whacked the blonde guy on the chest, who let out a painful oof and landed on the guy behind them. His foot caught on the big guy's ankle, and all three of them toppled down the porch steps and onto the yard.

Leaving us three girls laughing until our sides hurt.

It surprised me thought. I thought they were athletes: weren't they supposed to be graceful or something? They might not have amazing vampire instincts, but they must have been able to catch themselves! Falling over and toppling down onto the lawn was something I would do!

After they'd brushed themselves off, and after we regained our composure, they walked back up the steps and entered the house nonchalantly.

"Hey." The big one boomed out.

"Hey!" Alice smiled and quickly pushed me forward. She gestured to me, "This is, Bella."

"Hi Bella," The big one extended his hand, "Sorry you had to see that…wasn't one of my best moments. I'm Emmett…Alice's brother by the way." I shook his hand and smiled at him, and told him it was nice to meet him.

"I'm Jasper, Rose's brother," the blonde guy said giving a small, embarrassed wave, "I had nothing to do with what happened there: It was just Emmett being an idiot, like he always is."

I laughed at that, and told him I got that from Alice and Rosalie all the time. He laughed too, and the two said people playfully smacked me on the arm.

The last guy, the one that was hidden behind Jasper and Emmett, emerged from his 'hiding place'. He had on faded jeans and a t-shirt as well. His face twisted into a crooked smile, and said, "Hello, Bella. We've already met," His musical voice so familiar to me. "I'm—"

And it hit me.

"You!" I pointed at him, "Limo driver!"

A/N: Yes, I know they're completely out of character. But is that not the point of a fanfiction? I was hoping to add some humor into the story: so if this gave you a few laughs, please tell me! I'd really hate to try to be funny, and end up failing miserably. I'd really like to know what you think of it…so please Review and tell me if I should continue or not! I really also don't want to start something I can't finish.

-snickers- Edward…a limo driver. Falling on each other. That made me smile, actually. And I guess a little father/daughter/family moment for Charlie and Bella. sweet x)

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Number of Pages: 16

Number of Words: 5,984

Completed: Yes

Edited: No