AN: I can't wait to start this story with you guys! I hope you enjoy my first chapter!
BPOV
I heard my best friends before I saw them. Alice was speaking 100 words a minute, and Rosalie squealed in agreement. I immediately feared the worse; shopping sprees, Bella Barbie, waxing my-
"Bella!" Alice exclaimed as she swung open the door with that stupid emergency key, interrupting my painful thoughts. Before I could greet either of my uninvited guests, Alice continued to talk. "Guess what's coming to Forks?!" I don't know why she ever asks questions. She never gives me time to answer. "Finding Mrs. Right!"
Much to my embarrassment, Finding Mrs. Right is very much a tradition in this household. It's actually the foundation of this threesome's friendship. When we were in high school, we had actually never talked, despite sitting next to each other in three classes. It wasn't until Mr. Greene plumped us into the same group for our English project. Upon this, we actually discovered all our guilty pleasures- including Finding Mrs. Right. I was thrilled that our small town would attract so much publicity.
"No way!" I squealed. Rosalie was nodding her head profusely, her blond locks flowing with each movement.
"They are gonna allow women to sign up to be a contestant!" Rose explained.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's happening here…? Alice shot a look to Rose, who quickly changed her tune. Something is definitely up. Maybe they want to sign up? No, that's not possible. Rosalie is head-over-heels for my brother and Alice has "predicted" that her man will come with a sign- something that is in short supply in our little town.
"Wanna go see what the contestant looks like?" Alice asked a little too nonchalant. Rose looked at her nails and shrugged casually.
"You guys are planning something. I know it. I'm not going to be part of some game show where a man is so conceited that he thinks he should have ten women chasing after him!"
"C'mon. Let's at least go check out the competition." Rosalie grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my house.
I didn't mind checking out who would be on my most favorite TV show- what can I say? It's my guilty pleasure! Having that inside scoop- knowing who will be a contestant before the rest of the nation does! Ugh, it's thrilling.
The only problem was the fact that my two loving, adoring best friends just happened to be extremely scandalous. Everything that they did was because they had a plan. Even back in high school! Rosalie used to insist on our sleepovers, study groups, what have you, take place in my house. Where she would have a perfect view of my big brother and flirt with him shamelessly. Alice used to make me take longer routes just because she wanted me to run into a guy.
These girls knew what they were doing. I always had to be on my toes.
"Some of these girls are so trashy." Rosalie said as we approached Forks Park, where a canopy covered a booth. It read "Finding Mrs. Right Contestant Sign-Ups," and dozens of women swarmed it.
The crowd of people was starting to unnerve me. I hadn't expected anything in Forks to attract so much attention, so I turned around.
Or, at least I tried to turn around. Alice and Rosalie both grabbed an arm and dragged me towards the mob.
I fought, oh believe me I did. But these girls kept their incredible bodies because they absolutely loved the gym- and I loved pizza. I really wasn't a match.
Rosalie was right- these women were dressing provocatively- especially for this always-raining state. Suddenly, Alice's small hands life my arm and was replaced by Rosalie's. I turned to watch Alice go up to someone, probably the producer, and hand him paperwork I had never seen before. After Alice pointed towards me, and the producer sized me up, they both grinned and shook hands.
What was happening?
Don't struggle, Bells, you'll only make it worse for yourself. Just wait for your chance to escape…
Alice practically skipped back to where Rosalie held me captive. "The producer thinks she's a fox! She's definitely in!"
"Yay! Oh my gosh! We have so much to plan! Her clothes, her make up-"
"Hello?! 'Her' is right here!" I was annoyed. Unfortunately, I was painfully aware of what had just happened. Alice realized I was here and decided to confirm my assumption.
"Bella, you are going to be a contestant on Finding Mrs. Right!" Alice cheered, oblivious to the horror that was evident on my face.
There was no way in hell that I was going to compete for the heart of a shallow man against catty women!
EPOV
I couldn't stand it anymore! If Jasper clucked one more time I was going to- BOK!
"That's it!" I declared. "You're on! Loser has to sign up for that stupid show, winner gets the last of Esme's fettuccini in the fridge." And then I shook my fate away.
I was buzzed, but perfectly aware of the rules and consequences of the bet.
Whoever was willing to run through the parking lot the longest would win. Oh, did I mention that we were supposed to be running butt-naked?!
That's right. Eddie Junior gets to enjoy the freezing cold, wet pavement, and possible stranger ogling. It was almost one in the morning, so the K-Mart parking lot was fairly empty. A couple cars here and there, but no one should intrude on this brotherly activity.
I stripped down to my birthday suit, threw my clothes in the car as Jasper did the same thing.
Jacob, the mastermind and referee chugged on a beer before announcing that the bet has begun.
Jasper cheered to the sky and took off, hands in the air, completely wasted. I, on the other hand, was hunched over and using one hand to cover myself as I stumbled on the cold floor. Jacob barked out laughter and allowed some howls to fills the night.
It was fun, it was stupid, it was memorable.
I slowly became less and less worried about societal rules, and began to enjoy the wildness of this night. I had never been one to break rules, let alone laws. Then again, I had never been one to let loose and fully enjoy myself.
Sure, it was reckless, it was illegal, and it would give my mother a heart attack if she found out, but I was finally free.
Right when I was starting to enjoy the stupidity of the night, Jacob honked the horn and that was when I toppled into an old lady. Jasper made stupid cat calls as he ran back to the car. I helped her up and started apologizing profusely, but she was not a happy camper.
"Young man! I will call the cops! I will!" That was when I turned around and practically dove into the car.
"Go!" I shouted at Jacob, who was laughing hysterically. I slid on my clothes as quickly as I could as the woman made her way towards us.
"I can't. Jazz isn't in the car yet." Jake answered, and Jasper opened the door and smugly slid inside, not even caring that his schlong was still uncovered.
Shit.
"You lost, big brother." He began to hum the theme song to Finding Mrs. Right.
AN: I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! I love suggestions as to what I should do with my story! I've already written the next chapter so hopefully I can update soon!