Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did I would be rolling around in royalties right now. This will be my disclaimer for the whole story seeing as I won't remember to add it for most chapters. Enjoy.

The two songs mentioned in this chapter are Forever is Over and Up both by The Saturdays. I highly recommend you listen to their music. It is my inspiration for this whole story.(And I just love their music. Kudos to anyone who can match up Bella, Rose, Alice, Angela, and Nessie to the group members I imagine them to be...)

"You need to get out more Bells."

I looked up from my worn notebook to see Alice and Rosalie entering the room.

"I don't know what you mean," I reply looking back down to where I was writing.

"You know exactly what I mean," said Alice as she flopped down into a chair, that is if it was possible to flop gracefully.

"Seriously Bella," This time it was Rosalie chiming in, "You never leave the tour bus anymore. All of us are getting worried about you," While I appreciated their worries, I was really more comfortable lounging in the bus than going out clubbing, it was even that way before him.

It was then that Angela and Nessie stormed into the bus. I could hear them in the "living room" chatting loudly.

"Hey is anybody home?" Nessie called out.

"We're back here," Alice chirped back.

The two of them joined us in my now crowded room, if you could call it that.

"Hey let's move this party out the living room so I can actually breathe," Nessie said reading my mind. I thanked the Lord for small blessings such as my little sister. And Nessie really was little, she was the smallest out of all of us, shorter than Alice by two inches, and it was a sore subject for her. But what she lacked for in height, she made up with her voice. She had the strongest voice out of all of us. I pushed myself off my bed and left my notebook on my nightstand.

When we made it out into the living room part of the bus Alice continued her crusade.

"It's just that Bella you never hang out with us anymore. You are always locked away writing lyrics in that silly notebook of yours,"

"Hey it's that notebook that holds some of our best singles to date. So don't hate." I try to argue back. Alice just gives me a pointed look. I continue my speech, "And I do hang out with you guys, just yesterday Angela and I-"

"Stop right there," Alice put her hand up to emphasize her point, "Angela doesn't count, she is married now, she is pratically an old lady. Sorry Angie but it's true. I'm talking about doing single ladies stuff. You need to stop moping around about that loser. I know you make some kick butt songs but this is getting ridiculous."

It's true, most of the songs I wrote were about him. The Loser. I'll give you three guesses who he is, and you'll only need one. Here's a hint his name starts with an "M" ends with an "E" and has "Ass-hole" in between. He totally used me and I was using music as my revenge. No better way to humiliate a man than by broadcasting what a jerk he is over the radio and several other media outlets. I could feel the walls crumbling in around me, I was going to lose this argument, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"It's just that I'm working on this new song right now, and I don't want to disrupt the creative flow," I try pulling out the "I'm-the-one-who-writes-all-of-our-songs" card in hopes that it could trump Alice's point. No such luck.

"Bull shit Bella, you are always writing songs and you won't even let us see half of them so could you please stop being a baby and come out to the club with us?" Rosalie decides to butt in with this point and I make it a point to glare at her.

"I don't think Esme would approve," There I did it, the ultimate argument. Our manager was just as much our mother as she was our manager. While she wasn't actually our mother, she treated us like her children, which made her the best manager we could ever want.

"We'll see about that," Alice said with an evil glint in her eye. She pulled out her small silver cell phone and started dialing. I will admit, I was feeling a bit smug, I was confident that my plan was fool proof and that I would get away with another night of scribbling away in my notebook. Little did I know that the world was againist me that night.

After a few rings Esme picked up. "Hello?" The phone was on speaker so we could all hear her soft voice coming from Alice's hand.

"Hey Esme, it's me Alice. I have a question for you," Alice was using what I called her pixie voice. It was sugary sweet and got her whatever she wanted.

"Sure, what is it sweetheart?"

"Well Rose and I wanted to go clubbing tonight and we asked Bella to come along but she insists you wouldn't approve. So I called to ask you if it was okay if she had a little fun."

"Of course it's okay, Bella doesn't get out nearly enough if you ask me, just don't tell her I said that," The sting of betrayal was soon replaced with deep set fear. There was no way I was going to get out of this one.

"Thanks Esme. Kisses," Alice said with a prominent smirk on her face.

"Bye darling." And with that she hung up. Alice slowly turned to me and walked closer.

"Oh tonight is going to be fun," She said with such a terrifying voice I almost peed myself there.

"Forever is over/And my hearts not gonna fight/Forever is over/And I'm no longer afraid," The mind numbing pop song was all the radios seemed to play anymore. I mean seriously, couldn't people tell talent anymore? They weren't even singing, their voices have been processed more than a burger patty sold at McDonald's. It was disgusting to watch the young generation being brainwashed by talentless harpies with no real talent.

"'Forever is over/Over over over over/Forever is over'," the song ended and the announcer came back on, "That was With Love with their latest single 'Forever is Over'. Let me tell you Steve these girls have some real talent. Four number one singles in a year, astounding. I know what you mean Frank, and it helps that they are easy on the eyes too." Laughter followed that statement and I turned off the radio in disgust. I mentally added "bimbos" on the ever growing list of why I hated With Love. My own band was just as successful as they were but didn't get nearly as much media attention as them. I wasn't bitter, I was just annoyed.

"Hey man, turn back on the radio, I was listening to that," Emmett called from the back of the van. Jasper, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, rolled his eyes. Jake was snoring away behind me, so he had nothing to provide to the conversation.

"When I want my brain rotted out of my skull I'll turn the radio back on," I replied keeping my eyes on the road. I didn't want to get lost, this Rolling Stones interview was going to be huge.

"Somebody is jealous," Emmett snickered immaturely. I snorted, the thought was so funny.

"Jealous, what is there to be jealous about?" I was dead serious with my question.

"You're jealous that you don't look nearly as good in a skirt as that blonde chick does," Was he serious?

"Are you serious?"

"I just think Emmett might have a crush on the leggy blonde," Jasper chimes in. He is usually good about guessing people's emotions so I took his word for it. I bit back a laugh and settled with staring into the rear view mirror where I could see Emmett looking a bit embarrassed.

"I didn't know you had a thing for mindless barbie dolls," I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice. This got Emmett mad.

"You don't know anything about her,"

"And you do?" I asked pointedly. That shut him up, but only for a little while.

"I just think you are being a jackass Ed, I mean you don't even know those girls and you are judging them."

"Whoa there Em, I thought it was my job to be the sensitive one," Jasper said with a snicker. Emmett just rolled his eyes and continued.

"You want to know why you are single, it's because you don't give any girl a chance before you dismiss them."

"Well sorry I want a girl who can actually hold up a conversation." This is an old argument between us and it always ended the same way, with me being pissed off and Emmett sitting quietly. Jasper could see where this was going so he turned back on the radio and much to my dismay another With Love song was on.

"If you lose me then you know, you're just a bit too slow/I only go up, up/I'm ready to be in control and the ground isn't good enough for me/I know where to find what I want and I'm gonna keep on/Keep on, up, up."

This was going to be a long car ride.