All I Wanna Do

A/N: Is have some fun! LOL Look who's back! Took me long enough; this story has been rattling around in my brain for over a year. Almost gave up on it, but I simply couldn't bear to scrap it. The story was simply too important to me…so here it is!

I will say this right up front: I can't make any promises that I will update on a regular schedule—I'm heading into my last year of school, and it's crazy as hell. Regardless, if you like the story so far, please feel free to add it to your alerts. Also, this story will be making reference to lots of different cities and places. I will do my best to explain them in my author's notes, but if you want to ask me about something, feel free!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, its characters, or the cities/places mentioned in this story.

Chapter 1: Big Bad World

It's got to be about 95 degrees out—unusually hot for July in Michigan. Most of the time, we only get up to about 80-85 degrees tops. Then again, it's Michigan. Unpredictable weather is very predictable here.

You know what else is predictable? The fact that every damn year, my dad Charlie insists that we all spend a few weeks up north in Harbor Springs. We've been staying at the same resort for as long as I can remember. Don't get me wrong, the place is beautiful, and so is Harbor Springs. But I don't consider visiting a small, quiet town to be much of a vacation…because I live in one anyway. I live in Elm Grove, a place where everybody knows everybody and if you practiced hard enough, you could probably make it to the other side of town in just one jump. It's just so incredibly boring.

This is one of the reasons why I'm looking forward to starting college in the fall. I'm going to the University of Michigan…the complete opposite of Elm Grove. There are so many activities to partake in, and the school actually has more than 1,200 people (approximate size of the EG) who attend. Hell, that last point alone would be enough to convince me to go there. So you can imagine how excited I was when I got my acceptance letter. Finally, I could start a new chapter in my life.

Finally, I was getting out.

There was no getting out of this trip, though. I just felt so trapped. I wanted to get out of Elm Grove, but I didn't really feel like going on one of these cheesy family vacations to a place not much bigger than my hometown. And I definitely didn't keep my feelings on the issue to myself. But of course, my dad had to totally guilt trip me into coming up north…

*Flashback*

"C'mon, Bells. You used to love it up there."

"I still do, dad. It's just…"

"Just what? Think about it, Bells. This will be the last chance we'll have to spend time together before you go off to school. Don't forget that your brother will be coming, too. I mean, he's hardly ever visited since he moved."

"Gee, I wonder why. Stupid, podunk town," I muttered.

My dad's eyes crumpled in pain. "Bella, don't say that. Please. When you leave, it's just going to be me in that house, all alone. I didn't think it was too much to ask to spend some time with my kids."

*End Flashback*

Damn it.

I didn't want to hurt Charlie's feelings. He means a lot to me.

So that's how I ended up here, sitting in the backseat of my dad's car, wedged between my box of books and DVDs and my brother, Emmett. He's 21 and going into his senior year at U of M. He's majoring in sport management, which is no surprise because according to Charlie, the guy could throw a football before he could walk.

It's definitely going to be cool going to the same school as Emmett does, because even though he and I can bicker like there's no tomorrow, he's still my brother and I love him. And I admit, the house definitely hasn't felt the same since he got his own place in Ann Arbor a year ago. But despite the fact that I've missed him, I've got to say, Emmett is disgusting as hell. Seriously, he's like a little kid. He's always making crude jokes, burping, and shoveling junk food into his mouth…like right now.

"Hey dad," Emmett said, chip crumbs flying out of his mouth as he spoke, "How much longer until we get there?"

Ugh, pig. Haven't you ever heard of NOT talking with your mouth full?

Charlie rolled his eyes. "A couple more hours. We're around West Branch. We've been coming up for years, though, Em. I would have though you'd be an I-75 expert by now."

"Yeah, dumbass," I said with a snort. "Where the hell is your brain? Oh right, you don't have one! Maybe you should go see the wizard about that."

Emmett laughed loudly, spewing more chip crumbs throughout the car. "Girl, maybe YOU should go see the wizard. Get a heart…and maybe a man to finally pop that cherry of yours."

Oh no he didn't!

The fact that I'd never gotten that far with a guy—or even had a boyfriend for that matter—seemed to amuse Emmett. It wasn't my fault that there weren't a lot of guys to pick from in a town as small as mine. And if I was interested in a guy, he never seemed to like me that way. Emmett didn't have to make fun of me about it, though.

I turned slowly to glare at him and growled when I saw the smirk on his face. "Don't even go there," I hissed through my gritted teeth.

"Aww, Bella, don't be like that," Emmett replied. "You're embarrassed. That's ok. By your age, most people have lost the big v-card. I know when I was 18…"

"Emmett," I began, "When you were 18…"

"Hold that thought," he interrupted, a horrified expression flitting across his face. "I have a gut feeling that something bad is gonna happen."

Charlie glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his confused expression matching mine. At that same moment, however, a stench that was a cross between rotten eggs, chili, and cabbage permeated the interior of the car.

The silence was deafening as we all took in the nauseating scent. But a few seconds later, Emmett's voice broke us out of our haze.

"And for your smelling pleasure today, folks," he said, grinning wickedly, "Is a lovely fragrance I like to call 'Essence of Emmett'. Stick it in a bottle, market it, and ship it all over the world 'cause that shit is gold, baby!"

"You fucktard! Oh my God," I yelled, covering my nose with my hand.

"Bella, language," Charlie said sternly. But I could tell he was just as disgusted as I was. He, too, was covering his nose and had thankfully opened a window to let in some fresh air.

My mouth fell open in disbelief. "Seriously, dad? 'Language'? Your son is farting in the backseat and you're reprimanding me about language? I'm a big girl. I think I'm entitled to say whatever the hell I want."

Emmett began to chuckle. "Not everything, chica…not everything." Suddenly, he leaned in so he could whisper in my ear. "I had to stop you once. Don't make me do it again."

Holy shit! It all made sense now.

Before Emmett had gassed us out, I was planning on sharing something very important with Charlie. Let's just say that Emmett shouldn't have been giving lectures on one's first time having sex. His first time was nothing to be proud of.

Charlie was under the impression that Emmett had lost his virginity to his girlfriend early in his senior year of high school. But that was far from the truth. He actually never had sex with his girlfriend…or should I say his former girlfriend. After she found out that he got totally wasted at a friend's party and screwed some random skank while there, she rightfully dumped him. Needless to say, Emmett felt absolutely horrible for what he did, and made a promise to never do something that stupid again.

Anyway, despite the fact that news travels fast in our small town, this particular bit of news somehow never reached Charlie (my bet is on Emmett paying off a shitload of people to keep quiet). Emmett understandably wanted to keep it that way and swore me to secrecy, seeing as how Charlie would probably kill him if he found out. So earlier when Emmett was saying all that crap to me, there was nothing I wanted more than to reveal his dirty little secret and watch Charlie give him hell for it. But Emmett was smarter than I gave him credit for.

He totally farted on purpose to distract me!

I could feel the anger rising inside me and before I even thought about what I was doing, I snatched Emmett's can of Coke out of his hand and poured the pop all over his head.

Damn that felt good!

"What the fuck," he seethed. But just as quickly, he grabbed a handful of chips, crumbled them up and threw them at me. "Ha! How do you like that, ice princess?"

I took out the small mirror that I kept in my purse and gasped at what I saw. A coating of chip crumbs now blanketed my hair. "Shit, Emmett! How am I supposed to get all this out?"

"Hey, you're the one who poured pop on my head. You started it!"

"No, you started it! I would have had no reason to do that if you hadn't been a disgusting pig and farted with the windows rolled up."

"Well, you do what you gotta do."

"Ugh, you…"

"ENOUGH!"

Emmett and I quickly quieted down and looked up to see Charlie glaring at us in the rearview mirror. Then without warning, he swerved off onto the shoulder of the road and came to a stop.

I frowned. "Um, dad, what are you…"

"No, it's my turn to talk here." Charlie turned around in his seat and faced me. "Now you listen to me, Bella. I am sick and tired of the doom and gloom act you seem to have become so fond of. You've got to snap out of it. I mean, we're going on vacation. This is a time to be happy, so just let go and enjoy yourself. Got it?"

"Yes," I complied, sighing.

"Good. And by the way, as soon as we get to Harbor Springs, guess who gets to clean the pop off the seats?"

Great. Just great.

"Oh dang," Emmett exclaimed, doubling over with laughter. "Girl, I only have one thing to say about that: karma."

Charlie snickered. "Emmett, let me remind you that you're not off the hook, either. The backseat needs some vacuuming after its chip crumb shower."

It was my turn to laugh this time, but Charlie wasn't done just yet. "Oh and by the way, Emmett, could you tone down the disgusting behavior…or at least try? I know this is you we're talking about, but please? Because you have to admit…" my dad paused, closing his eyes and shuddering, "What you did earlier was just fucking nasty."

This last statement made me laugh even harder, causing Emmett to scoff playfully. "Hey, don't knock 'Essence of Emmett!' I still think that shit's gold…but alright, I'll try to take it down. I can't make any promises…but I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," Charlie said. "Now, do you think you guys can refrain from fighting the rest of the way up there?"

"Yes, dad," we said in unison, causing us to start laughing again.

Charlie shook his head, smiling, then started the car and eased his way back onto the road.

Well, this trip sure was off to an odd start. I guess my dad had a point, though. Vacations were supposed to be fun. But the whole family thing was just starting to get old. What I needed was something to liven things up a bit.

I glanced at a sign on the freeway and noticed we still had a ways to go. Since Emmett had already fallen asleep, I decided to just listen to my iPod.

I set it to shuffle and to my delight, one of my favorite songs was the first to play: 'Big Bad World' by the Plain White T's.

It's a big bad world. We're doing what we can.

Sometimes we fall on our face before we even learn to stand.

But we get back up, shake off all the dust and take it step by step.

I can fill the whole floor to the ceiling with all the dead wrong choices I've made.

Even though we try to learn from each other's mistakes…

We'll do it again.

We'll do it again, my friends.

We'll do it again and again 'till eventually we change the way it's always been.

Hmm…interesting. I admit to being stuck in a rut for a while. But maybe this song had a point.

Could I stop moping, have some fun on this trip and change the way it's always been?

Can she, folks? I think she can! After all, that's what the story title DOES make reference to. We shall see…

So did y'all catch that Kellan Lutz 'Stick It' reference? Whoever did gets homemade sugar cookies! Well…not really, but you'll have the satisfaction in knowing you got it right LOL

Alright, so for the record, I made up the name of the Swan's hometown. Quite simply, it sounded small town-y. If there is by chance a city in MI by that name, I apologize for assuming, but to my knowledge, there isn't an Elm Grove in MI. Harbor Springs is a city in the northern lower peninsula of MI on the shores of Little Traverse Bay. West Branch is central-ish Michigan, located off of one of the main freeways in the state, I-75. It's the premiere place for stopping for a rest during a road trip. University of Michigan (U of M) is very prestigious and located in Ann Arbor (where Emmett has moved to permanently). It is a rival school of Michigan State University, located in East Lansing.

Alrighty, I think that's it for this chapter. I'll update as soon as I can! Please review if you'd like :-)