New story people :D I was thinking about Summer (I know it's only winter) and the whole story formed in my head :D:D:D In this story, Jessica is Bella's best friend. You'll see why ;) Enjoy..

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Prologue.

In the end it was Edward who changed my mind about the summer trip we had been talking about for so long. I was against the idea of going to his summer house for three months with him and our best friend Jessica. We had been discussing about just taking off somewhere, maybe travel Europe. Not get stuck in his Italian Summer house in, well obviously, Italy.

It didn't even help that I knew nothing of Italian and it looked like Edward was fluent in it whilst Jess was fluent in Spanish. In Italy, Spanish is like gold if you don't know the language.

"No," Was my answer as soon as he told us his 'good news' the last week of school in the cafeteria. My answer made Edward look like a whipped puppy.

"What?! Why?" he asked, almost dropping his can of Coke. Jess looked as if she wanted to bite my head off.

"Hey, I don't mean you can't go! I'm not going, that's all." Jess had confessed her 'undying love' for Edward a long while ago. I didn't want to burst her dreams by saying I was going, too. I mean, how was she supposed to make him like her with me hanging around? Plus, Italy - where the Summer House was - looked like the most romantic place to do it. Confess to him, I mean.

Edward, like many other Basketball players, was the most popular boy in school but decided to hang around with someone as boring as, well, me. Jess, as you might expect, is on the Cheerleading squad - Yeah, we have cheerleaders in England, but they are nothing as good as the American ones - and it's only a surprise that Edward isn't going out with her, seeing as he's gone out with all of them.

"Yeah, but didn't we say we were all going away together for the summer? Come on! My parents are leaving me the summer house in Italy, for three months, and you say no?" Jess looked down and didn't say anything whilst I felt my face heat up. It's no joke, getting 'told off' by the hottest/most popular boy in school.

"Well, I…I thought we were going to travel. You know, throughout Europe." I stammered, embarrassed.

Edward rolled his emerald green eyes and grinned, "Well, we would be wouldn't we? I'm not paying for a plane ticket! So, with the car we would be going all the way through England, France, if you want we can do Germany but that's longer, and then we would come out in Italy. So in one way, we would be travelling in Europe," he leant back in his chair, satisfied with what he had just said. For Edward, whatever he said was law. So, whether I wanted to go through France to get to Italy or not, we would be going anyway.

He was the one with the car after all.

"Well, you can count me in," Jess said, smiling a little flirtatiously at Edward.

"Great! C'mon, Bella! It was your idea of the holiday after all…." I stood up abruptly, gathering up my things.

"Yeah, well, I'll have to talk about it to Mike. I'll tell you as soon as I can," I left with a smile on my lips. Mike, my six month boyfriend, had been planning something for us two, seeing as Edward was on a job that didn't pay much and Jess was on a job that paid loads but she would spend it all the minute her boss handed her the cash. She is a cheerleader, not to be mean or anything, but aren't they all pretty much obsessed with their looks and stuff?

Of course, Mike wouldn't leave me to go on holiday with them when he wanted me for himself, right? I mean, isn't that what loads of boys do? Go on holiday with their girlfriends during the summer? No parents to tell what time their girlfriends have to be home?

I should have known what Mike had been planning was anything but a lovely little holiday for two. Unless you count hiking through the Himalayas a romantic holiday for two. Throw in three other boys, canned beans and a family tent and you get your summer dream…Not.

Would you want to go on holiday with four boys - one whom you've slept with once - who wear hiking boots all day (Sheesh, imagine the smell.), eat beans (Do I have to add anything else?) and would make rude remarks about how you need a daily shower otherwise you'll get cranky?

I thought not.

"What?" I asked when Mike asked if it was OK that he added my name on the list. What I wanted to say was: no it's NOT OK! How about the summer holiday you promised, huh? The summer holiday in Greece! How about that?! And now I have to go on a holiday with four boys whose hygiene looks like - on a scale from 1 to 10 - two and don't care about anything but hiking the bloody Himalaya's?! Oh, yeah, I'm great. I'm fine.

I guess Mike figured I was about to behead him or something because he said, "Look, you don't have to go. I mean, you can go off on your own and then we'll catch up but…"

I didn't hear what he said next because I turned and left. I mean, your six month boyfriend says 'oh, you don't have to come. You can just go off on your own and then we'll catch up' and what do you do? Stand there and nod, understanding? Yeah right.

That night, I was moaning to Edward about how terrible and awful it had been and he chuckles, "Well, look hon, you can always come. My parents are planning on handing me a load of dosh, I work a few weeks more, save up and off we go. I mean, you can contribute to the car's petrol if you like but if you think you don't have enough, then that's fine. Jess has to contribute, seeing as you always pay for us. Hey! That's it! You don't pay anything. This holiday is to pay you for everything you paid for us the past year! Come on, I just made an offer you can't refuse, hon…" he trailed off and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Edward, I really want to come, but my parents would never-"

"And you think your parents would have let you go hiking in the Himalaya's with your six month boyfriend they haven't even met? Don't you think they'll let you come with me- Straight A, reliable me - and Jess whom they've known since were old enough to thrash their living room?!" I laughed again. They had thrashed the living room…No, wait, we had. I would never forget the paint splat on the white carpet, now hidden by a white leather sofa.

When I hung up that night, I was pretty sure, and ready, to go to Italy. Edwardwas right, I deserved a little holiday with my friends. How could I have even thought about leaving them and going off with Mike? Who cares if Jess has a crush on Edward? She doesn't need me to get out of the way for her to get on with it.

Four weeks later, we were packed and ready to go.