A/N:

taketwo97: I'm back! Here's the new story you were promised. Hope you guys like it!

theevilthing22: You've probably never heard of me before, but now you have! I really think you guys will like this collaboration with taketwo97 and me. It came from watching a baseball press conference. Clever, ha?

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Everybody's Somebody's Fool

Everybody's somebody's fool

The world is the biggest school

As you live, you learn though a torch will burn

Everybody's somebody's fool

You go through life making fools of others

Pretending you're giving them love

But remember sister or brother

You all have to answer to the one up above

It's beautiful to watch love begin

But oh so sad when it ends

As you go through life remember this rule

Everybody's somebody's fool

- Michael Jackson

Chapter One: Come Together

Bella's POV

It was raining. If I didn't know any better I would expect a flash of lightening to appear in the sky sometime soon. But I knew better, it just rained in Forks, nothing too flashy. The windows were covered in little droplets of water. Slowly, I ran my hand across the glass, tracing a line of the spots were the rain hit the window. It shouldn't have been fascinating, but the art geek in me wanted to take a picture of the smooth surface to hide away and try to draw later. My observation of the wall-sized window was interrupted by a voice I knew too well.

"Bella! Over here!" My father yelled from the luggage claim. With one look at him you could laugh and point, but I couldn't, nor did I want to. He was wearing a baseball cap and shades. Only I knew they were designer. One of his feet was on the railing and his other foot was planted on the grey floor. It was Charlie's 'Captain Morgan' pose, a sign he had accomplished something on his own. I made my way to the other side of the airport to help my dad with some suitcases. The rest of our belongings would be sent to our house. I grabbed two cases I knew were mine and another bag to help.

"Are you excited?" Charlie asked me. I smirked and started to walk, he followed closely.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to move to a dull town for my fathers job." I told him sarcastically.

"You said you wanted to come with me." He reminded.

"Only because I didn't want be suffocated by Renée and Phil. Watching that shit is disturbing." I told him, checking my phone for the time.

"I know the feeling but I'm thankful. Paul got me the job. And do me a favor, watch the language. If a camera catches you with that mouth who knows what the headline will be." He finished. Our relationship hadn't always been like this. There were always awkward hugs and uncomfortable discussions but ever since my mom got with that tool, my dad and I sort of had an understanding. It was like we bonded over night.

"Got it. And his name is Phil." I told him with another smirk. Charlie muttered something under his breath.

It was hilarious watching my dad and my mom's new husband interact. I liked him, but I liked Charlie better. Sometimes he was such a kiss up, like getting my dad a job in coaching local baseball teams. Phil was a minor league ball player and the teams couch quiet. Turns out he was really good at telling grown men what do on the field. At one of their games an MLB scout came to watch and liked what he saw. Charlie has worked for them ever since, which leads to why I'm here, in Washington. Joe Hale, new head of prospect scouting at MLB, met daddy and now they have a life long bromance. Of course Charlie would do what ever he asked, in this case; traveling. It wasn't a problem financially, we were doing fine with the economy, but we weren't as rich as the Hale's. Since they were BFF's, Joe basically bought our house, paid for my high school registration and crap, lent us one of his Italian sports cars and put his daughters number in my hand. Rosalie Lillian Hale, Joe and Lucia Hale's gorgeous offspring. She was shipped off to this small town when publicity and privacy became an issue, Joe told me she was living with his brother in law.

I continued to walk straight to the exit where a cab would be waiting. Once I reached the hallway I heard a clicking sound. Automatically my feet went faster. Five seconds later Charlie was right in front of me and more clicking sounds were heard. The flashes were blinding and the questions were old. I knew the rules; don't talk unless there was something that absolutely had to be said, walk fast and smile. Before I knew it, we were outside and in a car. The drive to the new house was silent. Only the taps of falling rain on the roof of the cab spoke. When we arrived I immediately thanked Ms. Hale in my mind for picking a fantastic house. You couldn't even tell a vast amount of work had been done, courtesy of Cullen's Restorations And Furnishings. Once out of the car I grabbed my three bags and waited for Charlie to open the front door. That company sure did do a good job. The house was decorated already, but all the shelves and drawers were empty.

"From what I know, your room is on the second floor, second door on the left." He said opening it. I nodded walking in and went strait to the staircase and to my room. I needed to take a shower and get situated. Joe's brother in law was coming later today to help out and then watch the base ball game on tonight. He is supposed to bring his son and Rosalie. It would be the first time I ever saw her in person. I had to remember these people were rich and picky; she probably had two hundred dollar jeans on. After telling myself I didn't give a shit what they thought about me, I headed to see where Charlie was. Halfway down the stairs I heard quiet laughter fill the room below. There was three heads of blonde hair in my new living room. The girl, most likely Rosalie, looked in my direction once I reached the floor. She smiled politely and turned her entire body to face me.

"You must be Bella." She said, sticking her hand out. She had a manicure with pearl nail polish. I shook it and gave her a small smile.

"You must be Rosalie." She nodded and turned to the other blonde people in the room.

"This is my cousin, Jasper." The tall, good-looking, young one. "And this is Peter, my uncle." The tall, young looking, old one.

"Nice to meet you." I said with a look at Charlie. These people sure were quiet.

"We're just going to watch the game." My dad told me, leading Peter and Jasper further into the living room. That left the two of us to an awkward silence, apparently Rosalie didn't like them.

"Let's go to your room." She said heading up the stairs. I followed her. It seemed she already knew where my room was.

"I have a feeling you've already been in my house." I told her. She walked into my room like she owned it.

"I helped Esme design it." She said taking a seat on the bench. I raised my eyebrows. I had no doubts that Rosalie was on a high social status. I liked gossip, but I never spread it.

"Let's cut the crap, let me be myself." She said, patting her hair with her left hand and resting her right hand on the bench.

"Shoot." I said taking a seat on my computer chair.

"Esme owns Cullen's Restoration And Furnishings. Her husband is one of the richest men in this town."

"And?" I asked, trying to encourage her to tell me.

"Be patient will you. Damn, I just met you and I'm telling you important information." She said rolling her eyes. I nodded, getting more comfortable in my seat.

"They have a son, he plays baseball. Of course every boy will kiss up to you. Even my cousin." She explained.

"How do they know there's scouts here?" I asked.

"My dad made sure no one knew a scout was coming. That's why he had you guys wear caps and sun glasses, he didn't want anyone to know you're here." She flipped her hair to her other shoulder. "Of course the paps never give people like your dad a break, so they stalked him, found you at the air port, and my dad got an email this morning saying that his plan couldn't possibly work now." She sighed.

"What the hell is he gonna do now?" I asked smirking. I think my dad wanted the publicity. They would follow him and he would be at baseball practice. He said in the long run it would help the boys get comfortable playing In front of large crowds.

"He's just going to let the chips fall where they may." She said looking out my window.

"So, I'm meeting these guys at school tomorrow." I said it as a statement, not a question.

"Maybe we can tease them. What are you wearing?" She walked to my closet and started taking things out. I was not into this crap. Ever since I watched Clueless in the third grade I've had a terrible fear for thee 'Valley Girl'. Slumber parties and shopping sprees were just a waste of valuable time. Too bad Rosalie seemed into that kind of stuff.

"And call me Rose. If they see I already know you and like you, they'll know not to do some worthless crap. Unless you might like it, who knows?" Maybe not.

"It seems we have a lot to learn about each other." I said walking to her.

"Indeed." She said handing me my outfit for tomorrow.

"Welcome to Forks, Bella."