A/N - so this is the first FF that I'm posting. I've written a few, none that I think are really worth it, they're more just writing exercises, but I thought I was ready, so I'm gonna go ahead and have at it. I appreciate ALL reviews, even the ones that aren't so nice.

PS - Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, blah blah blah. I do, however, own a dog who eats bugs until he gets the worst farts you've ever smelled (or heard) gag me.

1 – morning routine

"Belllaaahhh!"

Oh please, oh please let that horribly whiney sound be a dream.

"Bella! Now!" The obnoxious voice from before had turned awfully demanding. Definitely not a dream. Fuck.

"C'mon Bella. We've got another rousing day of classes and sorority bull shit. Remember the social tomorrow? You have yet to find a date to bring."

I groaned. "Alice, go away. I'm capable of getting my ass out of bed in time for class." I added with a whisper, "And I'll figure out that stupid social and a date."

"You are not. Now get up." The voice of my pushy and overbearing best friend was a lot closer now, right by my head that was still hidden beneath my cozy comforter.

"No." I said as stubbornly as a toddler.

The covers were rudely ripped off of me, exposing my barely covered body. Sometimes sleeping in camisole tank tops and boy shorts had its disadvantages.

"Yes. Now." SMACK!

"Alice! That stings!" I slowly stretched myself out before hobbling out of my bed and into my shared bathroom, all while rubbing my sore ass from Alice's slap.

If I had to share a bathroom with anyone but Alice, I would've already steam rolled their ass. She made bathroom sharing easy. She had everything organized and decorated so perfectly that our tiny bathroom looked massive. Like something straight out of the Ritz Carlton.

As I brushed my teeth, Alice came up behind me and started fishing through a drawer in our little rolling cart. The bathroom had very limited space, with a door leading from my bedroom, and hers. When you walked in from my bedroom, the first thing you saw was the tiny vanity and sink that was so small it only had one cabinet underneath. To the right was a toilet, nothing fancy there, and to the left was a very basic bath tub. The door to Alice's room was diagonal from my door, next to the tub.

Alice had gotten the rolling cart from some beauty whole-sale place she was a member of, and I always swore it was the best purchase for college she had ever made. The thing even acted as a power strip. You plugged it in to the wall with the cord from the bottom, and across the top were ten outlets. Pretty much every other girl in the sorority house was jealous, but Alice refused to take them to the whole-sale place.

Call us mean, nasty, bitchy; whatever you want, but truth be told neither of us really liked our sorority sisters. We only joined because of the pressure from our mother's, who had both joined the same sorority back in "their day" and demanded it of us. The only reason we were even asked to live in the house was because we were legacies and our moms were president and vice president of the sorority. That kind of made us a hot commodity in this place. I'm not gonna lie, seeing my mother's picture on the wall of the place I lived was a little strange.

I was pulled out of my reverie by a sharp yank at the back of my head. "Damn, Alice! What the fuck!"

"Bella, I don't know what the hell you do in your sleep, but you wake up with the worst knots in your hair. I don't know what I'm going to do with this rat's nest today."

"How about you let me dress and groom myself, I really can do it myself."

"Well sure, when you're talking about the basics. But honey, you've got to get yourself a man for the social tomorrow night, and as beautiful as you are, you might have better luck if you play up your assets." She emphasized the word 'assets' but cupping and pushing up my boobs. "See there. You so need a water bra."

"Alice!" I slapped her hands away, "I don't need a water bra. For the millionth time, drop it!"

I rinsed out my mouth, walked into my room, and slammed the bathroom door.

"I love you too, Bellsie!" Alice yelled through the door.

The worst part of my morning that day, was knowing exactly how right Alice was. I hadn't had a real date in God knows how long, sure, a good quick lay here and there from some local frat boys, but actual romance? Yeah, it'd been way too long. I stared into my closet trying to figure out exactly what I would wear that would entice the right guy for that stupid social that I was required to attend. The only thing I was absolutely positive of was that the dark, tight jeans in my closet. I had no idea what to pair with them.

I slid the jeans on, and stared at my closet for probably five more seconds before I sighed and walked across my small room to open the bathroom door.

"I knew you'd need me." My smug little, black-spiky-haired best friend said. "Come on." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room.

One of the major draw backs about sorority house living was the small personal space. I knew for a fact that Alice and I could've gotten an apartment and had bigger bedrooms, but that meant paying rent. My dad sent me a little bit of money when he could, but the chief of police in a tiny Washington town did not rake in the dough. My mom, on the other hand, had married a pretty wealthy sports agent when I was a kid. She sent me more than enough money to support myself every month, plus some play money on one condition: I join her beloved sorority, and be as involved as possible. That meant gladly taking the opportunity to live in the stupid house with fifteen other girls when it presented itself. And acting excited about it. At least Alice got the invitation to live in the house too.

My mother set up the same arrangement for my brother, Emmett, but he had to join Phil's old fraternity. Phil was our "New Daddy". Don't get me wrong, he was a nice enough guy, but he was a bit too… enthusiastic… to take all at one time. Perfect for my mother, but he drove Emmett and me absolutely crazy. We tried not to mention New Daddy to our dad when we got to go home to visit. We know you're not supposed to have favorite parents, but we both got along with our father much better than our mother.

Alice also had a very similar arrangement from her mother. That wasn't exactly a surprise though, seeing as how our mothers were best friends since college and spoke regularly.

"Bella, hey," I focused my eyes on a tiny pale hand being waved in front of my face, "which shirt?"

She was holding up two deep blue shirts. One had a dangerously low V neck, which she assured I would be wearing a camisole underneath should I choose it. It was simple though, with just a small braid of the same colored fabric around the edges. All in all, it wasn't bad. The next was a loose fitted tank top with a racer style back that was layered with a white tank top underneath. The straps were 'standard tank style' or whatever you want to call it, so the white showed nicely under the blue. Both tank tops had a low scoop neck, though the white peeked out a tiny bit more than the blue.

"Alice… I'm not sure. What about a nice Social Distortion t shirt?"

"Bella, you came asking for help. These are your options. I suggest the tank tops."

Without another word, I grabbed the tank tops and threw them over my head. I turned to look in the full length mirror Alice had pinned to her door and took myself in.

"Not bad." I mumbled to myself.

I checked my watch and realized I was running late. I ran into my room and grabbed my ratty 'old school' sneakers and attempted to put them on (without socks because Lord knows I wouldn't be able to find a clean, matching pair) while hopping around my messy room looking for the paper I had outlined the previous night. That was a bad idea as I tripped over my laptop cord that was still plugged into the wall, even though the computer itself was in my messenger bag, and fell over sideways.

"Ow! Fuck! Ungh…" I grumbled a few other unintelligible phrases trying to get up before Rosalie, the sorority president came knocking on my door.

"Bella, sweetie, are you okay in there?"

"Go away! I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?" No, I just like to lie to your big boobied, blond, French manicured ass.

I got myself together and swung the door open, a bit too forcefully. "Yes, Rosalie. I. Am. Fine."

I didn't really have a reason to not like Rosalie. She was pretty decent, she was just too nice. The kind of nice that you just knew was painted on every morning along with ten inches of foundation.

"Okay honey, there's a cup of Starbucks on the counter for you, along with a pumpkin and cream cheese muffin."

Aw! Damn! "Er… thanks Rose."

"No problem, I know that's your favorite and I had a pledge run out and get coffee and danishes for everyone. Hey, don't forget I set up that Calculus tutor for you and you're meeting with him today. Four pm, in the main library. He said he'd be at the 'round table to the direct left of the main entrance' if that helps."

"Oh, okay. Uh… thanks again for that." Stupid Calculus. I was going fail miserably if I didn't get that shit taken care of. And pronto.

I grabbed my coffee and muffin on the way out the door, with one shoe lace still untied.

A/N SOOOOO... that's it for now, if you want more, don't worry. I write a lot, and quick. PS - loooookkkiiiinnn for a Beta. Someone who can deal with me and my dyslexia (no, I'm not making a joke. I'm actually dyslexic).