Hey everyone. Please read and enjoy. It's a Twilight fanfic; Edward and Bella, But not to worry Alice and Jasper, and Rosalie and Emmett will be there, wreaking havoc, in human ways. Warning: bad language and angst. Expect unexpected twists.

Thank you Happy-in-the-rain XXX I couldn't have done it without you. I owe you. Thanks for the title too.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Twilight series, Stephenie Meyer does. However, I do have the power to make them human and hormonal. Thank you Fanfiction =] I also don't own Fireflies by Owl City. [The song used.]

Chapter One

Bella POV

I groaned, it's Monday morning and I have to go to work. Shit. Really that's all I can say. Not only do I hate work, but I hate Mondays on top of that. I looked at the alarm clock as it screamed at me, 5:30. This should be fun.

I work for a record label, which is actually pretty good. The downside: my boss wants me to explore the country searching for "the next big thing" as he puts it. My translation: he's a lazy ass who's paying me to do what he doesn't want to. The only thing I liked was the music I got to listen to, on the rare occasion is was actually kind of good, and the pay. I really wanted to be a music producer, but I have to work my way to the top.

I rolled over in my bed, a nice big fluffy full size, pulling my pillow over my head. It may seem small to other people, but I fit perfectly on it, my bed that is. It also left more space in my room. That's right, I'm a conservative person when if comes to things like that. I'm not in a hotel at least; thank The Lord. My company said since I'm here for six months I might as well get comfortable. They moved most of my furniture here and I made myself at home in this lovely flat. My east window faced the morning sun, and the rest of Seattle.

"Bella if you don't turn that damn thing off I'm going to smash it to bits, you'll get up late tomorrow, lose your job, and become a hobo living on the street. The sad thing is, if I walked by, Id say I told you so, and drop my change in the nearest drain instead of your hands." Alice. I knew it was her because if it was Rosalie, she'd have let out a string of profanities, hit me in the head, and walked out giving me death threats. Alice on the other hand went for the, ruin your life approach. Still, it worked.

I rolled over, and put my hand on the button, stopping the alarm clock mid screech. I pushed the covers off me and walked over to my bathroom, thankful we each had our own.

"Thank you," I heard Alice yell back to me as she skipped out of my room and into the kitchen. I smelled the coffee as soon as I stepped out of the shower, and brushed my hair, it was brown, not terribly exciting but it still managed to have that tinge that set it apart from most generic shades of brown. It was pretty long, a little more than halfway down my back. I let it dry naturally, as I got dressed, so it would have some natural curl to it. I chose black pinstripe pants and black ballet flats that had small bows on them near the toes. My shirt was a white cashmere sweater that hung low off one shoulder. Just because it was April didn't mean too much in Seattle, it was still cold.

I put on some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss, because if I didn't Rosalie and Alice would give me Hell, and I walked out to get my coffee.

Alice, my co-worker, and best friend since Forks High School, was a petite girl. Her tiny frame was delicate, but she didn't take crap. Her pixie like face was surrounded by her spiky black hair. Her wide eyes, black as night, contrasted with her pale face. She pulled me into a hug before she made me turn around to see Rosalie coming out of her room.

She was awake, and showered, but she looked dead on her feet. She stumbled on the carpet and fell forward onto the couch head first. Alice and I laughed at her as she got up and came to get some coffee. I took a sip of mine and took in her appearance.

Her long blonde hair was gorgeous, only a little shorter than mine. Her piercing blue eyes were tired and slightly unfocused as she ate a piece of toast, courtesy of Alice. Her full lips, pale face, perfect body, could draw any guys' attention away from whatever he was doing, just by walking into a room.

"Rough morning Rosie?" I asked her.

"It's too cold here," she said. "I hate this assignment." She worked with me, and was also my best friend, but since diaper days with my mom, and then Forks with Charlie. "I miss Phoenix and the dry dessert heat. I also miss LA and the scorching sun." She groaned, and took a sip of her coffee. "I mean even Forks was warmer at this time of year. It sucks."

"I agree," I said. It was weird, how could anyone stand this much rain, and clouds, and cold. I didn't understand it.

"Oh don't be Debby Downers," Alice chastised as she put her mug in the dishwasher. I took my last sip and quickly followed her. Rosalie wasn't far behind as she grabbed her Gucci bag and leather coat. I slipped into my Wool Pea Coat and Alice got into her Ann Taylor Loft coat. Yeah, we had money. I grabbed my metro card and we walked out the door.

As soon as we did, my Blackberry buzzed from my pocket. I ignored it, knowing who it was, and when we got out of the elevator, and walked through the lobby it buzzed again. I ignored it again, as Alice's rang out suddenly:

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Cuz everything is never as it seems

Instead of ignoring it like I did, Alice sighed, and reached into her coat pocket. I looked over at Rosalie, who was also frowning, and made a face. She smiled, rolled her eyes, and looked down at her Ugg boots, which her black skinny jeans were securely tucked into.

We were three blocks from the metro and we needed to go, fast, or we'd miss our train. Alice, still on the phone, with an exasperated expression, looked at her watch and sped up with us. I hadn't been listening to Alice knowing that all she would hear was this and that and blah, blah, blah, but I looked up when she said the next thing out of her mouth.

"Her phone must be on silent, because we didn't hear it," she said innocently, convincingly. I mouthed 'thank you,' and reached into my pocket, and put my phone on silent instead of vibrate. She smiled and Rosalie bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

Suddenly Alice's face changed, "We're going where?!" She paused and listened, then made a face, wrinkling her nose and creasing her forehead. "Okay, fine. We'll be there." Another pause, "No, it's not a problem, I'm just shocked." She put out her arm and signaled for us to stop. We ducked into a Starbucks to get out of the cold. "Thank you," she said, even though anyone with sense knew she was far from thankful at the moment. "Bye," her tone was cold, and her words were getting clipped. It wasn't normal for her, which kind of scared me.

We found a booth in the back and sunk in, without ordering anything, and Alice put her head in her hands. We all noticed everyone in the room, girls and guys alike, turned to envy stare at us as we strutted around. It felt weird. In my mind they were all staring at Rose and Alice, and then they'd look at me and try to figure out how I belonged in the group.

"He's pissed that you didn't answer your phone Bella," Alice grumbled. "Gawd, that Mike Newton is a total douche." She shook her head. "It was a freaking phone," she said.

"What did he want that got you into this attitude? I know from experience it's hard to do," I asked, as Rosie pulled out her iPhone and was typing notes and fixing her schedule around.

"He wants us to drop EVERYTHING today and take the day off. Instead of the office he wants us to go out tonight, and drop by a few of the clubs, checking out a few of the bands."

"Isn't that what we do anyway? What he's paying us to do?" I asked.

"Not exactly, Bella," she told me. "He wants us to go and he said, 'dress sexy' and kick back. Then on top of that he said he's e-mailing you a list of where to go and if the performers have any prospects." She pulled out her phone and sent Angela, the girl at our office, a text saying we wouldn't be there today. The she looked back at me, "He also said, and I'm using his words here 'that we might find performers, if we put ourselves out there more.'"

My jaw dropped, and Rosalie froze, her hands on her 'keypad,' and looked up. Both our eyes were wide with shock. A string of profanities came out of Rosie's mouth after a moment.

I was totally pissed, Alice was right, Mike was a total douche. He wanted us to get all dressed up and sleep with guys for his gain. He was just jealous because he wanted me, always has, and he never got me. For one, I saw right through his crap, and two, he was a total creeper.

"Well," I said through my teeth, "I guess we're going clubbing." I got up and they followed me, toward the door, bracing ourselves for the cold air.

"I'll go clubbing," Rose said beside me, "But if anyone even thinks about touching anyone of us, they're dead. I'm not kidding, I took shit all through high school and I'm done with it. I swore when I started college I'd be the cold bitch and anyone who doesn't like that can screw themselves." Her eyes were glowing with rage, as we walked out of Starbucks.

"Where does he want us to go Bella?" Alice said as we rounded the corner that led us to our flat. There was still ice on the side walk and I was watching my feet, so I wouldn't trip. I was accident prone, yeah for me! With my luck, it was amazing I wasn't in the ground pushing daisies yet.

"Screw where he wants us to go," I answered her. "We'll go where we want," I said. Rosalie cheered at my rebel behavior that was unlike me, and Alice giggled a 'way-to-go Bella.'

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"Rose, that was genius," I said.

"Thank you Bella," she smiled innocently, although it didn't fit after what she just did. "I learned at a very young age that charming the door man doesn't work anymore; you have to work a little to get into clubs."

"Rosalie," Alice giggled. "All he asked for was your ID; you didn't have to almost flash him, he was going to let you in."

"Where's the fun in that?" Rosalie whined, as we made our way to the bar. The place was packed, and it was the second place on or list; the one we came up with ourselves. The first one we went to "Thunder" was suck-ish. Not only did the DJ suck, but so did the service, and then the band. We ended up running out unable to control our laughter.

"What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked. We turned towards him and our mouths dropped, he was huge. He had to be closer to seven feet than to six, and he was ripped, as you could see through his from fitting T-shirt.

"Appletini," Alice was able to squeak out. Her eyes popping out of her head at the guy before us. He laughed, and turned to Rosalie, "scotch," was managed as she looked up and down over and over. When he turned to me, I rolled my eyes, he was hot, but he had to be barely twenty-one, even with his height. "Just a coke," I said to him.

He raised his eyebrows, "Designated driver?"

I raised my left hand, "Nope, purity ring." His eyes grew wide, and I laughed, always the same reactions, no matter who I told. Shock! People didn't seem to believe it possible I was twenty four and still hadn't 'gotten any.' In reality it wasn't really that hard.

"When does the band go on?" I asked as he set our drinks in front of us.

He looked at his watch, "in about five minutes," he said. "What are your names?" he asked us.

"I'm Alice," she shoved her hand forward, and his hand practically swallowed hers it was so tiny. "That's Rosalie" she said pointing to the blonde next to me. "And that's Bella," she said pointing to me.

"Nice to meet you girls," he said as he was called away to take more orders. We looked at the other two bartenders, they were huge too, and we looked back at each other, and laughed. Hello, Seattle, you're looking better already.

All of a sudden the music stopped and the lights went out even on the stage. There was no introduction, or anything to warn us, other than the sound of drumsticks, and the song began.

The moment the lights on stage came up, we were locked in place.

"Holy," Alice said.

"Shit," Rose finished for her.

Our eyes were locked on the four guys onstage… Alice, I thought almost fainted, but steadied herself, and sighed. They were like gods, and they seemed to know it. We were screwed.

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Well there you go, chapter one is done and posted. I haven't actually written that much, but I'm pretty fast when inspiration hits me, I'll post the next chapter soon enough. Hopefully I'll come up with a schedule once school starts tomorrow.

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Peace, Luv, Liv