Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Twilight. I'm just having some fun with them.
BPOV
I sighed in frustration as I wrestled the last remaining piece of packaging tape out of my hair. There had been a prolonged battle, but I had emerged victorious: the majority of my clothes and possessions were now tucked safely away in 4 large cardboard boxes. I took a long moment to survey the remnants of my room. My wonderful, sinfully comfortable bed lay bare and abandoned in the middle of the room, flanked by my nightstand and an (unprecedented) uncluttered desk. The closet was practically empty, and my bookshelves were ransacked. It looked like I had been burgled.
"Bella! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!" Alice bounded into my room, and shook her head sadly when she saw me half-heartedly disentangling my hair from the rogue piece of tape. "Is this why you've been taking forever?" she asked, coming over and easily pulling the piece of offending tape from my hair.
I looked down at the carnage, and saw that I had approximately an entire roll of tape crumpled and discarded on the floor. "There may have been a bit of a struggle…" I admitted.
"Well the cavalry has arrived, and we have to get going if we want to beat the traffic." She opened the door to my room further, revealing Rosalie, my other roommate, along with two poor, unsuspecting guys who she somehow managed to convince to help us carry boxes down to our cars.
One of the volunteers, a tall, lanky red-head, was already laden with an armful of leftover shopping bags and totes containing boxes of Rosalie's shoes. Rosalie's eyes skipped over him to his burly, dark-haired friend. "Those boxes go in the Chevy." Rosalie seemed to think this was enough of a dismissal, and quickly turned back to Alice and I.
"Where did you find those guys?" I asked quietly as the second one grabbed one of my boxes and headed out the door and down the stairs, following his buddy.
Rosalie shrugged. "They were carrying their clothes back from the laundry room, and I intercepted them."
"All it took was some strategic flirting. They were putty in our hands." Alice smiled over at Rosalie from her position perched on the edge of my bed.
I couldn't help but laugh at the scene in my head. Alice and Rosalie never had any trouble turning guys into putty. I almost felt sorry for the poor chumps. They never stood a chance against my beautiful, conniving roommates. "But Alice, what about the new guy?"
Alice smiled unconsciously at the mention of her latest crush, then bit her lip. She met him a week ago in a bar, and was immediately smitten. I hadn't met him yet, but she had been practically obsessed, so I knew he must be a good one. She was still suppressing a smile when she answered, "Oh, Potential Boyfriend won't mind. This was for purely practical reasons. If we'd let you carry those boxes down the stairs, we'd have to make a stop in the ER before hitting the road."
Alice and Rosalie snickered at me and I blushed. Snuggle and Tide entered and each took another box and headed back down the stairs. Rosalie grabbed the last box and gracefully balanced it against her hip with one arm as we followed the boys out the door. We paused for a moment and took in the view of our apartment, which we wouldn't see again for 6 weeks.
Our 2 cars were waiting out in front of the building, and I couldn't help but notice how pathetic my truck looked in comparison to Rosalie's BMW. I also gaped at the overflowing bed of my truck. My boxes were pressed for room amidst a flood of Louis Vuitton luggage and shopping bags. "Alice, we are coming back here you know! What all did you bring?"
"It's just the essentials, Bella, don't worry," Alice assured me. I truly believed that she could avoid washing her clothes for the entire duration of our time away, and she still wouldn't run out of outfits.
Rosalie threw the last of my boxes on top of the heap and turned to face us. It was then that it began to hit me that we would be apart for the next 6 weeks. I stubbornly blinked back the tears threatening to well up in my eyes. Stupid renovations! I thought angrily. I don't want to leave my home and my friends for 6 weeks!
Alice was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. "This is so silly. We'll talk all the time, right, Rose?"
Rosalie smiled. "I'll call every hour, on the hour, I promise. Unless I'm 'otherwise occupied'," she threw in with a wink. Alice stood on her tippy-toes and threw her tiny arms around Rosalie, but still only managed to wrap around the upper arms of Rosalie's tall frame. Rosalie laughed and hugged her back fiercely before turning to me.
"You're going to come visit us in Colorado, right?" I asked as I hugged her tightly. "It'll be a break from the rain, anyway."
Rosalie chuckled. "You bet, I'll be there. I'm still jealous you guys are getting out of this ridiculous state!" As if in response to our conversation, I felt the first few drops of rain. I pulled away and glared up at the sky. "Drive safely, okay? Call me when you get there."
"We will, Rose. You drive safe, too, and have fun with your family."
Rosalie waved one last time as she turned to head toward her car, and I walked around the hood to get into the driver's seat of my truck. Alice settled herself into the passenger seat and fiddled with the radio dials as my truck roared loudly to life. We weren't getting much but static on the radio and I prepared myself for a long drive.
EPOV
So it's official. Summer sucks.
I stood leaning against the back counter inside my own personal prison, trying my best not to glare at anyone who came close to the cubicle. Management would not be happy if I began scaring away all the customers. However, Management was also not likely to be pleased if I suffered a mental breakdown and screamed at an unsuspecting 13-year-old girl, and this was quickly becoming a possibility.
Because if one more person ordered a Frappuccino, I was going to snap.
My green Starbucks apron was smattered with various sticky liquids, and my 6 by 4 foot workspace was disastrous. It seemed that the moment the temperature spiked above 75 degrees, every person within a 15 mile radius flocked to the local grocery store's Starbucks to order a frozen, blended beverage.
The past 2 hours of my life had been spent frantically running around the small space, maniacally throwing Frappuccino mix into blenders. Since we only had two blenders, the routine required constant runs through the wash process between drinks. Prepare beverage. Soak, rinse, sanitize. Repeat until insane.
There seemed to be a temporary lull, and I took advantage of the opportunity to quickly and efficiently clean the area. I made more Frappuccino mix and stuck it back in the fridge, satisfied in the knowledge that in 13 minutes my shift would be over, and someone else would face the remainder of the night.
I was lucky, and the customer lull continued. I served only 1 customer in 13 minutes, and the order was a simple iced chai, which was quite possibly the easiest drink to make. By the time Devin arrived to begin his shift, I had restored the counter surfaces to their normal color and texture, which was still slightly sticky, but that couldn't be helped. I had also remade the coffee, refilled the espresso beans, and there was a tub of mocha ready for use in the fridge.
I slipped the disgusting green apron off before climbing into my car and threw it on the floor of the passenger side. A shower was definitely called for before anything else, as I realized with horror that there appeared to be some caramel sauce in my hair.
I pressed the remote to open the garage door as I pulled up to the house, but sighed in frustration when I saw a humungous Jeep taking up every square inch of the garage. I backed down the driveway again and parked on the side of the street.
"Emmett!" I bellowed as I walked in the front door. "I thought we agreed that I would park in the garage!"
My large roommate appeared around the corner with a bag of chips in his hand. "I don't get why you get the garage, Edward. Why does my Jeep have to be subjected to the elements?"
I rolled my eyes. In the beginning of June in Colorado, the only 'element' was wind, and the monstrous off-roading machine was sure to stand up to a little breeze. "I get the garage because technically this is my house, Emmett. And my parents are the reason we get to live here rent-free."
Emmett mumbled his agreement to park his vehicle in the street, and flopped himself down on the couch in the living room while I climbed the stairs up to my bedroom.
One long, hot shower later, I was feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I had shed the remnants of any sticky liquid substances that may have accumulated from my 8 hour shift. After throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I headed back downstairs to see what Emmett had planned for the evening. He had warned me not to make plans for tonight, so I knew he must be up to something.
"Hey Em, so what's the plan for tonight?" I asked as I came up behind the couch.
Emmett turned around and grinned at me, shrugging his broad shoulders. There was a sparkle of excitement in his eyes, and that should have tipped me off right then. No good could come of this. "There's a new restaurant opening, and I figured we would go try it out," he answered.
That didn't sound so bad, but I knew I had to be missing something. Luckily for Emmett, I was in a good mood since I had the day off tomorrow. "Alright, what time are we leaving?"
"Be ready by 9!" His devilish grin made me laugh as I climbed back up to my room.
A/N: Alright, here it is! My first Twilight fanfic. Just to be clear, everyone is human, and no one is related. Our characters are 21 years old, and in the summer between their 3rd and 4th years of college. Review and let me know what you think!