S. Meyer owns Twilight. My first chapters are short and sweet. I have longer ones once the story gets going.

When Alice turned into a nice, suburban neighborhood I got nervous.

"Oh, you forgot to tell me we were stopping at your parent's house before going to our apartment." I suddenly regretted wearing my black, holey sweatpants for the long five hour drive.

The bitchface threw her head back and laughed as she pulled in the driveway of a light beige stuccoed, Mediterranean style house with a red concrete tiled roof. It had a bright red door that matched the red framed windows perfectly.

"Silly, Bella, my parents live in Beverly Hills." Her face pinched annoyed, like I should already know that shit. "This is our place."

I blinked several times confused before realizing she was serious. She grabbed the small Louis Vuitton travel bag that's sat in the back seat next to my perfectly adequate Target-Day-After-Thanksgiving-Special bag and headed for the door. I looked over at the car next to me to see Rosie and Jake, who had temporarily stopped bickering in just enough time to realize what I had just.

The three of us got out of the cars in a daze. We had driven from my dad's house in Lake Havasu to our supposedly new apartment in Los Angeles. I had just spent the most recent hours of my life in the car with a perky, eager Alice listening to bad rap and her excited plans for our new college lives. She left out the tiny detail that we would be living in a house, a big spacious house, a big spacious house with a pool, a big spacious, expensive house with a pool…

I should have driven with Jake.

But the thought of torturing both he and rose was too good to pass up.

Eventually, with several side glances at each other, Rose, Jacob, and I made it to the front door of the house as well.

What was Alice trying to pull? The three of us couldn't afford this. Los Angeles real estate is a high commodity. Jacob's Scholarship only allowed him 500 monthly toward room and board. God knows I can only hope to afford that much once I find a job…and Rose…well Rosalie could handle any amount but she would bitch about it in order to save me from more embarrassment.

We stood in the entryway on dark, costly looking hard-wood floor. The house had been decorated with a modern but Vatican/European vibe. Not my taste but certainly not unexpected of the miniature heiress.

"What the fuck, Alice? You know we can't afford this kind of extravagance."

She ignored me, didn't even look at me and stepped back outside to no doubt get the rest of her bags.

"I got the first room to the left when you reach the upstairs." She called over her shoulder.

She'd been planning this all along.

Manipulative, spoiled brat.

"...and Bella, stop watching football with Jake, you sound like you just reached portside…or whatever." She couldn't ignore my sailor's mouth for long.

She waved her hand dismissively before pulling a massive suitcase out of her brand new, red BMW convertible. The suitcase was bigger than her and I shouldn't have been surprised that she carried it in the house with tremendous effortlessness.

Before I ever even met her…no, no, from the moment I saw Alice, I was immediately envious of her gracefulness and fluidity. She defied the laws of gravity to carry that suitcase in like it was as small as a clutch purse.

The three of us were still standing mouth agape and eyes shamelessly wandering in the entry hall when she came back through the door. By the smug look on her face, Alice knew she got to Rose. She set down the massive baggage that looked like it could be furniture.

"Here are your keys." She handed them out. Rose looked pensive, no doubt figuring out a way to get me to the other side with her now that she wouldn't be helping me out. Jake looked aloof, like he wasn't really there at all. He was probably trying to remember when his first practice was. Good thing this young man/boy had me for a secretary/mother figure or he'd never go anywhere. Even being side-tracked by Jake, I am sure I looked pissed.