A/N: Hey all, this is my first Bella/Edward fan fic. I hope you like it. They're all human and slightly OOC, but that's because it makes my story work better. It's going to get pretty juicy and there is going to be drama. This is just the opening so if you like it review and tell me! I'm also going to be writing basically in Bella's POV but I might switch it up occasionally. Love you all!

Unexpected

Bella POV

"Hey Bella, it's me Mike…listen I don't really know how to say this, and you know I'm not real good with confrontation so I'm just going to say it. Uh, well for the past few weeks I feel like we've been…um…drifting apart I guess. Anyway, I've been doing some thinking and I think it's better if we stop seeing each other. As in we're done. I hope we can still be friends. So uh, I guess good-bye."

That was the fifth time I played his message and I still couldn't get my head around it. He dumped me. He dumped me. He dumped ME! Talk about the shittiest way to break up with someone. You'd think after dating for almost seven months he'd have the balls to break up with me in person. Then again he never did have the balls in bed so I guess it doesn't really matter.

"Ugh!" I shrieked into the couch pillow for the fortieth time.

"Bella, no matter how many times you play that message, it still says the same thing. 'Hi, my name is Mike Newton and I'm a big bag of douche. I wish I knew how to grow a pair so that I could actually break up with my girlfriend who is way too good for me in person. Oh well. Bye.' I mean, honey, honestly, you're much better off." Rosalie came over and sat next to me on the couch.

"I know that Rose, and I was going to break up with him, but I mean the nerve of this guy. To A) break up with a girl over the phone and B) to hope that we can still be friends, I mean he is seriously deranged. Thank God I only slept with him once."

Rosalie started into a fit of giggles, probably picturing not-so-cute Mike with his barely their member. "I still can't believe you got away with that. You are the queen of tease." She continued her round of giggles until we heard the door open.

"Mama's home!" Alice yelled as she ran into the room only to scowl at my current predicament.

"Bella Swan, you cannot seriously be sitting there on the couch in the same clothes you wore this morning listening to the God awful message again!" She stormed over to me, and whacked me over the head with my pillow. "Go shower!"

I laughed at Alice while Rose stared dumbstruck. Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale have been my best friends since freshman year of high school. Our parents sent us all to the same boarding school and we've been inseparable ever since. Ironically our parents all know each other from various ways. Rose is an heiress to a gigantic liquor fortune inHale Liquors who met my parents at a gala for one of the many charities they donate too – mom's a designer and dad's a ex pro-baseball player turned sports analyst – and they know Alice's dad whose a politician because her mom was the model for my mother's 1984-1987 ad campaigns. It's a whole big six degrees of separation thing but we wouldn't have it any other way.

We all conveniently live together in a gorgeous apartment in the Upper East Side of New York City. Even though we all are set to inherit a lot of money, we all still bring home the bacon. Rosalie is an interior designer – who yes, did decorate our whole apartment – Alice is a stylist to the stars for whenever they're in the City, and I Bella Swan am a personal chef / cookbook extraordinaire. It's all pretty fabulous, but we try to stay as grounded as possible.

"Alice, I don't want to shower. Let's watch movies. We haven't done that in soooo long!" I pleaded with her, jutting my lip out to the extreme.

Rose nodded her head at Alice too, trying to give her the best pouty face possible. After a few seconds Alice's scowl turned to smile as she skipped over to her bedroom.

"Everyone bring their pillows and blankets and get into your pajamas. We have five minutes." She yelled as we heard the door slam.

Rose and I made a bolt for our rooms, seeing who could make it back first. "Ha! I win Rose!"

"That's not fair; your pillow was already out here!"

"Oh well, too bad, you lose!" Being the mature adult that I am I stuck my tongue out at her and did a victory dance.

"Bella, if you don't put your tongue back into your mouth I'll chop it off." Rose threatened. As tough as she seems on the outside, Rose is really just a big softy. Not to mention, possibly the most gorgeous woman on the planet. Her golden blonde hair cascades around her slightly tan body that is ninety five percent natural and five percent gym and her blue eyes pierce through walls. Did I mention how her legs seem to go on for miles? As intimidating as her beauty is, the real Rosalie is one hundred times more beautiful inside and out.

"Don't be a soar loser Rose. If I recall correctly loser gets to choose the movie, so choose away." Alice said as she gracefully plopped herself onto the loveseat. If I had to describe Alice in five words it would be: graceful, beautiful, eccentric, energetic, and crazy. Honestly you never know what it's going to be with Alice, she's always a ball of energy and don't let her petite frame fool you, she's a huge for to be reckoned with. I'm more scared of her than Rosalie. Alice is a crazy obsessed shopper who drags me on endless shopping extravaganzas. If there is one thing I hate, it's definitely shopping. I could care less about the clothes I wear, but unfortunately for me, my roommates care too much. Which is why I've found myself on more than one occasion shopping for hours on end with no ends in sight. I can't blame them, it's just part of their natural charms.

"Fine then I pick...Gone in 60 Seconds!" Rosalie screamed as she grabbed the DVD.

"NO!" Both Alice and I yelled at the same time. The only movies Rosalie ever wanted to watch all had to do with cars in some way. She's beautiful but knows more about cars then anyone I've ever met. It's her dirty little secret. She likes to shock the hell out of guys by all of a sudden speaking Car and Driver.

"Yes! Loser always picks," she yelled back at us. Alice and I both groaned as she started the movie.

"Alice, can you go grab the Vodka and cranberry juice from the fridge, I think I'm going to need to be drunk to get through this movie."

Alice retrieved the goods and for the rest of the night we drank and drank and drank…nothing like being drunk and watching Nicholas Cage to get you through a long night after being dumped.

Somewhere between my third glass and Nicholas in another car chase Alice and I both fell asleep.

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Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I'm waiting, give me
Cold hard bitch
She was shakin' her hips
That's all that I need

"Rosalie pick up your goddamn phone!" Alice yelled from the couch across from me.

I heard Rosalie stumble and trip over something until she reached her phone that was in the dining room.

"Hello?...Desmond! What's up?" I heard the beginnings of the conversation but focused my attention to getting back to sleep.

"Bella, what time is it?" Alice called over to me. I just grunted and turned over, not wanting to get too much pillow face at a time.

"Bella?...BELLA!"

"Alice stop yelling it's a Saturday morning. Uh, it's eight o'clock." I said as my aching head plopped back down onto the pillow.

"Eight? ROSALIE WHY THE HELL IS YOUR BROTHER CALLING AT EIGHT IN THE MORNING? IS HE ON CRACK?" Every now and again Alice's voice would reach a new register on the vocal scale that only dogs could hear, now was one of those times.

We heard Rosalie's bedroom door open, only to be followed by more screaming, this time not by Alice.

"Desmond you can't do that….what do you expect me to do….there's no way in hell…why should I….don't drag them into this…no, get your ass to New York now…why are you going to London….you're are un-fucking-believable do you know that…..it's too late for that Desmond….have fun philandering….you owe me so much for this it's not even funny…tell them that if they step one toe out of line they can go back to wherever they're coming from….stop laughing….oh we'll see how funny it is just wait until you're back in America…I hate you!" Rosalie was fuming. I'm not much for deciphering one sided conversations, but by the tone of that one, something mustn't be right.

"Rose, what's wrong?" I asked while trying to disregard the major headache I had.

She huffed over to the couch and chugged a big portion of the vodka that was left over. "It's only eight Rose, and plus you're not supposed to drink it that way."

"Oh trust me; I'm going to be drinking a lot more real soon."

Alice and I looked at her inquisitively.

"Well," Rose began. "It seems that my great brother has failed to mention to me that his three best friends from college have all decided to live together in New York City and that it seems like there was a leak in their apartment so they don't have a place to stay until it's fixed. On top of that they also want to bring in an interior designer to do the whole apartment, so that puts them out even longer while it gets decorated…so instead of just staying at a hotel, my brother conveniently mentioned that I lived in a rather nice apartment and that I'd be willing to house them until their place was ready." She paused to let it all soak in.

"Further more, it seems as though he also mentioned how we would be able to get them acquainted with the city life and we'd be there to help them out. So now we have to basically house three overgrown five year olds for who knows how long. Oh and the cherry on top, my brother recruited me to be their interior designer. How fortunate for me…those bastards, I'm going to charge them quadruple what I normally do. I swear if they put one fingernail out of line…" Rose let her thought trail off while all three of us sat in silence.

Normally I would have laughed at the situation, but Rose seemed to be fuming, and I'm not one to cross people when they're so mad they would literally cut your tongue out.

"Maybe it won't be so bad." I said, trying to get her to look on the bright side.

Rosalie just shook her head. "Bella, have you ever lived with a guy?" I shook my head no. "They're disgusting, and let's not even talk about three guys…his friends, I met them once, they were drunk at my parents Christmas party and threw up on my Manolo Blahnik's. They're possibly the foulest men ever. I forget what they look like but I swear, if they so much as look at me the wrong way…."

Alice was nervously pacing back and forth trying to analyze the situation. "Rose, just take deep breaths. It'll all be fine. Plus they don't know who they're dealing with, I mean we're so graciously giving them shelter, the least they could do is help us out."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Think about it Bella. Let's say you have a new book coming out all about the wonders of lima beans or prunes, couldn't you just see their faces as you asked them so humbly to try one of your new recipes? And let's say I need to go on a big shopping trip, dragging them to store after store begging them to be gentlemen and holding my bags. And Rose, you could so easily drag them with you to a paint store and debate for hours if the fabric sample you have would work better with white or off white. It's not going to be that bad!" Alice said with a smile. She was always the cunning and mischievous one.

I looked at Alice and smiled, I was sold after she said prunes and taste testing, and I'd love to mess with their palates and stomachs a little bit.

We both looked expectantly over at Rosalie only to see a smug smile cross her face. "Those boys won't know what hit them. Let's rock those bastards."

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it! REVIEW PLEASE! I'm going to try and update tomorrow. I'm so excited for this story! REVIEW!