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Whoa...I've actually put something on fanfiction?! Sorry, I know its been a while. I've been really caught up in the movie and everything surrounding it lately (as I'm sure everyone else has been!) so I haven't really had time to write.

Anyway, so I just got this new idea and I attempted to put it into writing. It's going to be a little strange—Bella's very athletic (but still clumsy, don't worry).

Ch. 1- What the Hell Am I Getting Myself Into?

Bella's POV

It was not supposed to happen this way.

The way it was supposed to happen was that I was going to go to California South Developmental Soccer Camp in Santa Barbara. Okay, it's an all-boys camp, yes, but I'm a very one-track mind kind of person. And if Cal South is the best soccer camp in America, I was going to be there.

It took some work and luck, my specialties. First the lucky part—well, for me—my friend Jacob broke his leg at the beginning of the summer. He's okay—but he couldn't play soccer for the whole summer and he was signed up for Cal South. So Jacob, me, and some other friends made arrangements...I would masquerade as him for the summer so I could play.

A lot of people wouldn't break the rules so horribly—and in a way that was so easy to get caught—but when it comes to soccer, I will do whatever it takes. I want to be the best in the world, and that's hard living on a Forks' police officer's salary. There's no money to send me across the world to play soccer even though I'm good enough.

Anyway, at first everything went okay. I haven't gotten kicked out of Cal South—yet—but things haven't exactly turned out how I planned (i.e. soccer, soccer, soccer...).

See, I wasn't counting on Edward.

Edward is my amazing, athletic, kind, smart, sweet, funny, gorgeous, green-eyed roommate...who thinks I'm a boy named Jacob.

Which sucks, because I think I'm falling in love with him.

One Month Earlier (June 2nd)

"I think this could actually work," I said, pulling on the ends of my hair.

"It will," Emmett said confidently. "And besides, if anything weird happens I can cover for you."

It was a week after our junior year at Forks High had ended, and Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jacob, and I were in Alice's room, discussing, again, procedures for the plan involving me getting into California South Developmental Soccer Camp (Cal South) without getting caught.

See, a few weeks ago, Jacob broke his leg, meaning he couldn't go to Cal South for the summer. He didn't call the camp right away—instead he decided to give me the chance to disguise myself as him and go. Easier said than done, right?

Well, I had to learn how to talk like a guy, learn how to walk like a guy, hide my boobs (sports bras and t shirts, all the time), various other things, and lastly...cut my hair up to my ears. That was the worst part.

At first I was slightly mortified, but hey, its hair and it'll grow back. This is my only chance to go to one of the best soccer camps in the entire country—it's definitely worth my locks.

Also, I've had to deceive my father Charlie with the help of Rosalie and Alice. They are going to St. Maria's Academy for Girls for the summer (picture me throwing up) where I was also supposed to be attending. Charlie would freak if he found out about the whole Cal South arrangement, so we're keeping it from him. He's only going to call me on my cell phone and my absence at St. Maria's will be explained by some "terminal illness."

Despite my trust that this will work out, I'm still nervous. Emmett (who's also going to Cal South too, if I forgot to mention that) and I are both catching our plane to Santa Barbara tomorrow and that's when I officially start being a guy for the summer—day and night—because just my luck, we have roommates. And Emmett isn't mine.

"Right," I said.

"Give us some lines in your 'guy' voice," Jacob said, grabbing his crutches so they wouldn't slide and hit the ground.

"Okay. 'Sup? I'm Jacob Black from the Oh-lympic Peninsula. My interests are...soccer, girls, and soccer."

They all laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"It's believable enough to fool guys," Alice said, still giggling. "They won't think it's possible for a girl to be better than them, anyway."

"But I will be," I sang.

"Yeah," Emmett and Jacob said together. "If you can kick both of our asses than you can kick any guy's ass."

"Exactly," said Alice. "The only thing that really bothers me about this is...oh, Bella how can you dress in t shirts and shorts the whole summer...? Your fashion sense will go down the toilet..." She looked at Rosalie with wide, fearful eyes. Rosalie nodded in agreement while Emmett, Jacob, and I snorted.

"Please. I have bigger problems than my fashion sense. Problems like getting caught and kicked out," I replied.

"That would suck," Jacob said. "And I'll probably get in trouble too, you know, for letting you impersonate me or something."

"Yeah, not good," Emmett agreed.

"Definitely not good," I agreed. Then I looked at the clock on Alice's side table. Ten o'clock?! Where did time go? Tomorrow at four Emmett and I were leaving for the airport...this was too soon, this was too soon...

"I'm not ready for this," I moaned, falling onto Alice's bed.

"Sure you are," Alice said happily. "You can handle anything, Bella."

She sounded one-hundred percent true, not a hint of doubt. I however, knew differently. I couldn't handle anything—the only thing I can truly handle is a soccer ball. And even that's out of my control sometimes.

Early the next morning

"I hate planes, I hate planes," Emmett chanted, like he had been doing since we had taken off from the Port Angeles airport a half hour ago. Emmett had a deathly fear of flying and for some reason he continued to stare out the window, chanting, instead of going to sleep/watching a movie/listening to his iPod/anything else I said for him to do.

I chose just to ignore him, drowning his voice out with the sweet, beautiful music that was the Beatles. I could listen to them forever.

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been...

"I hate planes, I hate planes..."

"Would you like a complementary bag of pretzels?"

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

"We are now landing in Seattle, Washington. All passengers must exit..."

Ah, the music of flying.

Emmett, who was now looking quite green, grabbed his carry-on bag and nearly ran off the plane. Sighing, I pulled on my backpack and went to get both of our suitcases.

I was in full-guy clothes by now, which was kinda weird. I really, really wanted to pull up my jeans (they were nearly falling off my butt) but that would go against the "guy code" according the Emmett and Jacob. No kidding—apparently there was a "guy code." And obviously it involved things like always wearing your jeans low enough to show the top of your boxes (yeah, I'm actually wearing boxers, with girl underwear on under them though).

"How are ya doing?" asked Emmett.

"Fine," I answered in my deep voice. "Everything's going to be okay."

And I believed that.

So tell me what you think—review please! Should I continue it...?

Oh, and btw, I will be updating Close Your Eyes and Jump soon. I know it has been forever and I'm really, really sorry!