Disclaimer: Stephenie owns Twilight and these characters. I just manipulate them for my own – and hopefully your – enjoyment.

This is my first attempt at this writing lark – so please leave me reviews, and be honest (by honest I mean gentle!) I like my chapters short and sweet. Oh, and dirty… later on.

Big love to my fic-bitch, I-heart-Fifty, without whom Emmett's name would be spelled incorrectly and my autocorrect would rule the world.

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BELLA

There was snow on the ground and I couldn't wait to get up in the air. I was so over the winter with the nasty cold mornings and bone-chilling winds. I practically squealed with excitement at what the next two weeks could possibly hold. I looked towards my suitcase that lay on the bed, empty and waiting for things to be put in it at the last minute. I had a pile of clothes on my bed that I had yet to sort through to see if they made the cut. It felt strange to be packing bikinis, shorts and sleeveless tops since I was currently wearing thermal underwear, jeans, a hoodie and my winter coat. Since we were about to leave for two weeks, we had decided not to turn the heating on that morning, and it was a choice I was beginning to regret.

"Hum yump philm deady?" asked a pint sized jacket-bound figure that looked kinda like Alice. I glanced up and all I could see was the tip of her bright red nose peeking out from under the fur-lined hood of her jacket. I stifled a laugh, she looked ridiculous, very cute but ridiculous.

"What did you say, Al?"

She pulled the pair of heavy knitted mittens off that Esme had given us all for christmas, flipped back her hood to reveal her shaggy pixie haircut and asked again.

"Are you almost ready? Because the taxi will be here in 20 minutes and we can't keep it waiting. I don't know why you leave packing till the last minute..." her voice trailed off as she started to notice what I was throwing in my case, from the haphazard pile on the bed.

"Isabella Marie Swan, what the hell are you putting in there? I don't think so! Go and see what Rose is doing while I try and salvage the mess that is your suitcase. Is this really the only bag you have?" She asked pointing to my old, worn, but still perfectly usable small black wheeled suitcase.

"Look, do you want control over what goes in there or not?" I asked, hands on my hips. She looked sheepishly at me. Everyone who knew Alice knew that she had tendencies towards being a bit of a control freak, especially concerning me. I was her pet project – she was going to transform me if it killed her. I had resisted so far but she was hoping it was only a matter of time.

"Well, yes of course I want control" she started as I began to walk out the door.

"Then don't knock the bag!" I threw back over my shoulder as I disappeared out of my room and down the hall to Rose's room.

I walked into Rose's room and threw myself - not at all gracefully - onto the bed where she was putting the last few tissue wrapped items into her gorgeous Louis Vuitton luggage and zipping it up. Her luggage looked my like battered suitcase's sophisticated older sister.

"Did the demonic pixie hijack your packing again?" she asked wryly. We both knew that when Alice was in her excitable mood it was just easier to let her organize everything until she either ran out of jobs to do, or ran out of steam.

I took another look at Rose and realized that even though she was as bundled up as the rest of us, she somehow managed to look glamorous. You would think that after being friends with her for so long I would be used those perfect looks. Her hair was thick and blonde and reached almost all the way down her back. She was taller than both Alice and I, had a killer body and boobs that I was mildly jealous of. If she wasn't such a lovely person and one of my best friends I would have hated her on sight.

Rosalie, Alice and I have been friends since the summer we all turned eight. I was visiting my grandparents, just like I did every summer, while Mom and Dad jetted off to whichever childfree destination they had chosen that year. I usually loathed going to visit my grandparents, not because they were mean or anything - I was just always so lonely. That year when I arrived Grandma told me that they had new neighbours who had a daughter about my age. I was so excited! That girl was Alice. She introduced me to her best friend Rose who lived three doors down and was in the same class as Alice at school. We bonded instantly as only girls with matching Barbie dolls can - and the rest is history, we have been inseparable every summer since.

It was part planning and part fluke that we all got accepted into the same university and ended up in the same dorm building. Since we were about 15 we had been talking about going to the same school. Alice was going to major in fashion and textiles so she could be a clothing designer and Rose wanted to be a lawyer. I was going to be a journalist so we researched and discovered which schools offered all three then chose the location we liked the best. That place was ...

Okay, we did get a bit of help from Alice's mum when it came to the housing allocation. Esme was an interior designer and before she met Alice's Dad had lived in ... where it turns out she had decorated the house of one of the members on the campus housing committee. A few favours were pulled and we spend out first year in the best dorm building in rooms next door to each other.

In our second year, the three of us moved off campus to this fantastic house that belongs to Rosalie's godparents, where we were currently freezing our butts off for very minimal rent. It was usually a really warm and cosy place but with the heat shut off in preparation for our holiday we were slumming it. But even in the freezing cold and with Alice in charge of what was going into my battered suitcase I could not get the stupid grin off my face. Life was good, and was about to get so much better as a car horn sounded from outside.

I sprang up from Rose's bed as Alice gave an excited shriek from the other room.

"Bella!" she yelled excitedly, "You better get your good for nothing ass in here and sit on this case so I can zip it shut, or we are going to miss our flight."

I ran down the hall to my room and saw tornado Alice had hit, drawers were haphazardly thrown opened and there were a load of suspiciously empty hangers in my closet. She followed my gaze and looked at me with an embarrassed look on her face.

"I know, I'm sorry about the mess" she whispered. "I will clean it up when we get home, I promise." I took pity on her as I knew leaving the mess behind would bother her, being the organised neat freak that she was.

"Don't worry about it, Pixie Girl" I said, looking towards my suitcase that she had overflowing with a lot of things that I didn't recognise.

"Alice!" I growled in warning as I headed over to check what she had squeezed in there. A small tousle occurred as she realised I wanted to look, and I realised that she was not going to let me.

"No peeking 'til we get there, Bella", she trilled as she slapped my hand out of the way one last time, "It will ruin the surprise" she continued with a mischievous look on her face. She glanced around the room with a pained look on her face but was distracted as the horn from the taxi beeped impatiently again.

I threw my butt onto the lid of the case as Alice expertly zipped it up.

"All done" she smiled sweetly, "now let's go. Two weeks of sun, sand and hopefully shagging…" she finished with a wink. We were off.

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EDWARD

"Do you think this is enough stuff?" I glanced towards where Emmett was pointing at his bag and saw four sealed boxes of condoms, a few pairs of boxers, t-shirts and some board shorts. The bag was still only half full. I knew the guy was a big hit with the ladies, but four boxes?

"Dude, we're going for two weeks" I said, in disbelief. Thinking he would probably need and few more clothes.

"That's true" Emmett muttered as he threw in yet another box of condoms and an extra t-shirt.

"Not sure if that's quite what he meant, man." Jasper put in from his spot on the couch, where he was chuckling as he strummed his guitar, which was almost a permanent extension of his hands.

Getting girls had never been a problem for Emmett in the time we'd been friends, and I was sure that this holiday was going to be no different. It was the first day of university and I had just said goodbye to my parents in the carpark, they had wanted to come up but Mom had a way of getting a bit emotional. Carlisle had just finished giving me the "don't be a slut" talk and I was dreading the walk up the stairs to the fourth floor where I would be living that year. I was bending down to pick up my stuff as a massive shadow fell over me.

"Where you heading, bro? Need a hand?" I straightened up and saw two guys standing there, one my height and the other a good head taller.

I took one look at the bigger guy who had introduced himself as Emmett and thought their help would save me a few trips back and forth. On the walk up the stairs, I discovered that Emmett was studying something sport-related and was here on an athletics scholarship, hardly surprising given his sheer size. I was tall but he was at least a head taller, and was about twice my size and pure muscle in the way only serous athletes are. He also had the close cropped hair of a jock but it looked like it was still trying to curl and rebel.

Jasper, the smaller of the two, had a guitar slung over one shoulder. He was starting a music degree, and, as I would later learn, always had some sort of instrument with him. Jazz's favourite was the guitar but if space was tight, a harmonica would do. He looked a little earthy with his hemp shirt loose pants and small round wooden beads around his neck. It surprised me that two guys who looked so different would have been friends.

Jazz and Em also lived on the top floor of the dorm and had known each a few days. After we staggered to the top floor carrying my stuff I knew these guys would have my back. While we were all so different and had different groups of friends due to classes, sports teams and bands we always seemed to come back to each other. And our friendship stayed strong throughout our days at college.

Three years on, we shared an apartment off campus, and probably would continue to after we graduated, providing we all got jobs locally. Our apartment was above a block of shops, handy when you want a takeaway to help your hangover, but not so great when the bakery staff arrive at 5am to start work. I could almost predict when they would arrive and had long forgone the need for an alarm clock, we all had.

The apartment was a little on the small side but it was clean and we liked it. I know it sounds strange for three guys to share a clean place but Em always told us the ladies don't feel comfortable in a mess, and with his track record we believed whatever he said. Jazz and I did alright ourselves on the girl front, but Em topped us both with sheer numbers.

My thoughts wandered to my last girlfriend while I haphazardly threw things into my case. Tanya and I had been together for 2 months and while the sex had been great, I couldn't stand how she was all about partying. I liked to party as much as any other student but I also knew that if I wanted to pass and become a doctor like I wanted to I needed to make time to study as well. We had eventually broken up when I kept refusing to go out with her in the build up to finals.

The exams we important to me for two reasons, I really wanted to do well and become a doctor but I also needed to find the time to help Emmett. He wasn't much of an academic and would lose his scholarship if he didn't pass. So Tanya gave me an ultimatum - it was either her or Emmett. For me it's always been bros before hoes so tutoring Emmett had won, and Tanya had been kicked to the kerb. The final exams had come and gone and thanks to a wing and prayer plus a few all-nighters Em had passed and I was single and ready to get laid. With the hope of some gorgeous girls and a possible holiday shag on my mind I happily went back to packing. A horn sounded from downstairs and Jasper stopped strumming his guitar and looked out the window as the horn sounded again impatiently.

"Guys, the cab is here so finish packing your shit and get downstairs." He stood up and placed his guitar in the special super-padded case he has specially for travelling and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked at both of us, "You guys got everything? Em, got your boxers and your toothbrush?" We all chuckled at remembering our last trip, Emmett had forgotten both and being too stingy to waste drinking money on new ones had spend the week commando and stealing our toothbrushes. It was an experience we didn't want repeated.

"Sure have brother, but has Edward got his precious hairbrush and girly styling products?" He ribbed.

"You know I never go anywhere without them" I quipped back, without missing a beat. I had always had unruly hair, whether it was closely cropped or longer it was still unmanageable and it was the most god awful colour, I hated it. It's unruliness probably wasn't helped by the fact that I was constantly running my fingers through it.

I zipped up my case, double checking for my brush and products, and headed towards the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Emmett throw another box of condoms into his already well-stocked bag - making six in total - zipped it up, and followed me out the door to the waiting taxi.

Once we were settled into the cab Emmett turned from the front seat and looked at us in mock seriousness. "So, gentlemen, are you ready for the best two weeks of our lives?" We nodded enthusiastically, unable to keep the excitement in any longer now the time had finally arrived.

"Well then, let's bring on the beach, the beer and the beautiful babes."

I could not agree with him more.

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