Yay! First FanFic! Sorry if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do, however, get to mess with the characters.

BPOV

Angela wasn't looking so well when we got off the plane. She traveled a lot when she was a kid and I had hoped that the experience would help her 'motion sickness'.

Apparently not. I told her that if we were going to go on a trip before college we could just drive to Atlantic City or something. Why did she have to be partial to gambling? It's not like it was required in every place within driving distance anyway. But no, she wanted Europe. She wanted Paris specifically… and Rome if we were lucky, or at least that's how she put it. Lucky is not the word I would use right now though. Why did she want a place that required planes to get to?

"Bella!" I heard Mike's frantic voice over the buzz of people waiting to get their baggage. Mike followed me around like a loyal puppy when we were in high school. Not much had changed. That's why I got him and Angela together. I felt bad about passing him to her, I mean, what did she do wrong? I don't remember Angela killing someone. I don't remember Angela doing anything to get Mike, the worst punishment ever. But Angela bore with it. I could tell that every now and then she really liked Mike. I just didn't but when he made her happy, I guess he got into my good books for a while. Mike surprised Angela by being really sweet sometimes. Again that was how she put it. Mike's sweet was everyone else's normal. So basically he was a jerk who would act normal every now and then.

Mike was hurrying up to me supporting a very sick Angela. I didn't even look at him.

"I told you not to get her the vodka." I grumbled.

"Come on Bells, she was nervous! I honestly thought it would help." He whined

I'm no mind reader but I'm sure that wasn't the case. In fact, I'm pretty sure he would have gladly come with her to the bathroom while she was drunk… were it not for the throwing up part.

I yawned. Because of that moron I had to tend to Angela and didn't get enough sleep.

"Once we get to the hotel I'm going to bed." I murmured as another yawn escaped me.

We had a few weeks here in Paris then a few in Rome. Time to waste; I could indulge in a few hours sleep. Mike obviously had some pretty wrong ideas. I'm sure a completely different scenario popped into his head.

That's why instead of letting him and Angela share a room I got a room for Mike and a room with two beds for Angela and me.

Angela was more innocent. I knew she wasn't up for that sort of relationship. But was I really any less naïve? At least Angela had had boyfriends I didn't feel like I could take care of her, or protect her if she needed it. I doubted I was strong enough. But she was my best friend and I wasn't going to let Mike take advantage of her. I had to admit, even though when it came to boys she had more experience, I had the stronger mind. She wasn't even dating Mike a month before he got her into drinking. First just a few sips of wine, then a beer, now he was basically shoving vodka down her throat? I was starting to feel even worse about setting them up.

It was going to be a long excruciating summer.

The hotel was beautiful. I almost killed Charlie for giving me the money.

Angela's parents were paying for her plane fare and accommodation because they were so proud that she got a scholarship and Mike saved up every penny he earned at his family's business to tag along. After the plane ticket I knew I wouldn't be able to get accommodation so Charlie gave me the money. A small town police chief doesn't earn that much money and I know he could've spent it on something better. Charlie really does have his moments; he makes me glad he's my dad.

He didn't exactly give me the money. I wanted to know so I could pay him back. Now looking at the hotel I knew it was way expensive.

"Bells?" I cringed as Mike said my name. Though I liked Bella more than Isabella I didn't like how Mike called me Bells like we were the best of friends. It felt weird and disgusting the way it rolled off his tongue.

"I'm gonna take Angela up. Can you get the luggage?"

Before I could protest he was in the elevator hysterically pressing the floor number to prevent me from getting in the elevator and changing his mind. That jerk was going to make me carry all his luggage! Angela decided to share three bags between us, two of which were small enough to be carry-on. If we needed anything necessities we could just buy here.

But stupid Mike could be as picky as a girl and much more irrational. He brought four bags, four, big really heavy bags. Luckily Angela had her own backpack on. That left me with… six.

With my klutziness I don't know how Mike thought I would survive carrying all that weight.

Damn bastard.

I strapped my shoulder bag onto me. The bag that Angela and I shared was only slightly bigger than our carry on bags so it had to be checked in. After strapping that one on I strapped one of Mike's bigger bags to his other bag, which luckily had wheels so I wouldn't have to worry about carrying it, and then carried his two slightly smaller bags in my other hand. Just having all that weight on me made me tired… and I was supposed to walk carrying these?

I would kill Mike.

I took a few steps forward. I survived. My arms weren't hurting so much yet and I was sure I could at least get to the elevator before I dropped everything.

I moved my way slowly across the lobby, trying to keep everything steady. I was quick to realize that that made my arms hurt. I tried a few more steps thinking about how dead Mike would be but the pain subsided only very slightly.

I tried quicker movements knowing that once I was in the elevator I could just drop everything.

I sort of ran lopsidedly to the elevator. I was meters away as it started to open.

Thank God! I wouldn't have to slow my pace to press the button. I picked up speed, the elevator looked empty. It wasn't till I was a foot away that I noticed three figures coming at me. Unable to slow in time I hit into one such person. I fell over, landing right on my butt, the four bags tugging uncomfortably at my arms.

I heard a high-pitched giggle and a snicker before a pale hand was helping me up.

"Sorry." Said an annoyed velvety voice.

I knew I was blushing. No doubt I looked like a tomato now. I smoothed out my shirt to buy myself some time to compose my face and stop blushing.

When I was sure I was okay I looked up just to lock gaze with astonishing green eyes.

EPOV

Alice was in one of her moods. She was just being downright annoying just because she could. There was a spring in her step as we headed down the hall. I wonder if Alice predicted that I wouldn't do anything to stop her from bugging me.

When we got to the end of the hall I banged on the last door impatiently,

"Ben! Get up! The shoot starts soon!"

Ugh.

The things I would do for money. Alice started designing and needed someone to model out some clothes for her thesis. It was only supposed to be that one time!

It's not that I hated it, more that I never got around to figuring out what I wanted to do.

Oh well, at least the pay is good.

Ben was looking pretty happy when he got out of the hotel room. I'll never figure out where Alice finds these guys!

Ben could've gone to college, he had great grades, could've become anything. He was just one of those guys that have all the luck and yet he willingly got up everyday just to get photographed with me, the grump and made over with my crazy sister.

We stepped into the elevator as this couple got out.

The guy was pretty young; he had blonde hair, blue eyes and a sort of roundness in his face, the type you expect from a kid. The girl was also young and pretty, I guess, no extraordinaire. She looked in bad shape like she was hung over. Though the guy was clearly trying to help her I couldn't help but suspect him.

I stepped into the elevator first, followed by Alice and then after almost being squished by the elevator doors Ben followed. I chuckled. I would never understand Ben.

"Honestly," I scoffed at him, "She looked like she would throw up on the guy. Not even that pretty." I said the last part more quietly.

Alice's phone was to her ear before it buzzed. She didn't even look at the caller ID or wait to hear the person's voice.

"Almost there." She just said plainly before snapping the cell shut.

Rosalie.

Rose and Alice were best friends. Rose models Alice's clothes as well. But Rosalie had a short fuse; she undoubtedly was getting sick of waiting for us.

She was used to being waited on. No one doubts that Rosalie is one of the most if not the most beautiful creature to walk the earth. She was statuesque and blonde with the perfect shape. But she was also one of Alice's weirdoes. You'd never suspect a princess like her to be up for actual labor but funnily enough Rosalie was the best when it came to handling cars.

The elevator ride was taking so long! I thought it would never end!

Soon enough, the 'ping' of the elevator informed us that we were finally at our floor. I tried to get out as swiftly as I could that I didn't even notice someone coming at me with way too much bags for one person to be carrying.

I hardly faltered at the impact. The girl wasn't so lucky. She fell down with the weight of the bags crushing her arms.

I couldn't see her face properly. She let her mahogany hair drape over her face like a shield.

Alice and Ben were laughing as I helped her up.

"Sorry." I murmured. I didn't mean to sound indifferent. Damn Alice.

She looked flushed, how could she make me feel so horrible? Finally, after smoothing out her shirt she looked at me.

I was so startled by her beautifully deep, brown eyes that I missed her initial reaction to me. Most girls I met would be really flirtatious. Not that I'd be that interested. After I composed my expression I said,

"Are you alright?"

She nodded; she stopped looking at me entirely. She looked a bit annoyed, though I couldn't blame her. I wish I were looking where I was going. I couldn't have expected her to stop while carrying so many bags.

"Do you need help with those?" I gestured to her bags after a long moment of silence.

She shook her head. My, this one was a stubborn one. I picked up her bags anyway. She looked like she would protest but then she just shut her mouth and followed me. I placed her bags into the elevator and held it open so she could get in. She still wasn't looking at me as she murmured,

"Thank you." She was reluctant to answer and I had a feeling she was hoping I'd get the hint. I knew a brush-off when I got one though I thought it was silly for her to think it was necessary for her to brush me off in the first place. God, I was just being nice! Just helping her with her bags! It's not like she was that pretty.

Was she?

"Are you alright?" I asked once more. That seemed to set her off. She rolled her eyes finally looking at me again.

Big mistake. As soon as our eyes met again I felt like I would fall over. Yes, she was that pretty… and way more.

"Sure," she said sarcastically, "I'm euphoric!" at that moment the elevator doors shut.

Whoa. That was harsh.

"Edward, she's gone, hurry up before Rose comes in here and murders us." Alice chuckled.