Author's Note- So, I decided to try my hand at Twilight fanfiction. I haven't written fanfiction in years, literally. And I've never played around with the Twilight characters, so this should be fun. Please forgive any errors, I'm editing this myself. I'm posting chapters one and two together, so enjoy!

Disclaimer- I own nothing. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Soundtrack- "Just Dance" by Lady GaGa. It's very catchy, and a good dance song, so perfect for the mood of this chapter.

Chapter One

To be Gay and Mediocre

I glanced around the crowded club, stifling a yawn. The loud music and strobe lights were enough to keep everyone else in the club awake except me. I knew I should have gotten more sleep before.

I took a sip on my quickly disappearing drink, turning to the bar to get another one as I yawned again. If Alice saw me yawning she'd immediately tell me I needed another drink. Not that I didn't agree with her there; if I was going to get through this night it would be because I was plastered.

I had a rule against going out and drinking on week nights, after I'd gone to class still drunk, dropped my pen, hit my head against the desk, and managed to knock myself out. But this was a special occasion, I reasoned.

One of my friends let out an excited shriek as the music changed again. No doubt it was Jessica; she loved this song. The bartender finally saw me, and gave me a new drink. I turned around from the bar as Alice and Rosalie came flying over to me.

"Bella!" Alice cried, "Why aren't you dancing?"

I gave her a pointed look, and she sighed. She knew very well why I wasn't dancing, or even in the mood to try. Rosalie shrugged, taking a sip from her drink. Alice, however, wasn't ready to give up.

"You have to dance," she whined, "Angela will be mad if you don't dance at her pre- bachelorette party party."

We walked back to the tables that had been reserved for our party in the corner. A few other girls in the party were already there. I saw Angela dancing with the other girls, and laughed at Alice.

"I doubt she'll even notice," I said.

Alice sat down on the stool in a huff. Rosalie slid into a seat at the table, while I more or less fell into my chair. Alice gave me a questioning look.

"Bella, how much have you had to drink?" she asked.

I shrugged, then said, "Three drinks and that shot of vodka earlier."

"Bella!" Alice whined, "I'm going to have to carry you back aren't I?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't that far gone; I just had a little buzz. And the thought of Alice carrying me back to our dorm room was just ridiculous. I may have been rather small, but Alice was tiny.

"You're just upset that it's your turn to play sober," Rosalie told her.

"Alice doesn't need alcohol," I said, "She's happy naturally."

Rosalie and I laughed, Alice just looked annoyed.

"I'm going to dance," Alice announced and stood up.

But then she froze in place. Rosalie and I both stared at her.

"Alice? The dance floor is over there," I said.

"Shh!" she said, "There's these three really cute guys coming this way. I think they're coming to talk to us!"

Rosalie jumped up to see, followed closely by the rest of the girls from the party. Lauren particularly looked excited.

"Really?" she asked.

Rosalie nodded, and whispered, "Oh my God."

"That good?" I asked, finally standing up.

Sure enough, just a few feet in front of us were these three guys. I could barely make out their faces in the lighting. One was really muscular and grinning like a madman, the second was tall and blond. The third was harder to make out, because was looking away, towards the bar. But he had a sort of blondish brown hair, and was almost as tall as the other two.

"Hey there," the first one said, "I'm Emmett, this is Jasper and Edward."

Rosalie grinned, introduced us all and said, "Pleased to meet you."

"What brings you here?" Emmett asked.

I stared at his question. It was an obvious lead-in to a conversation, and he was grinning like a madman. I turned to Rosalie, and saw she was mirroring his face. Oh, God. There's no way we're leaving here in time for me to get some sleep for class, I thought.

"Our friend just got engaged, and we're here celebrating," Rosalie told him.

Alice cut in, "What about you?"

"Celebrating the start of another semester," Jasper replied.

Alice turned to me, to give me a look. It was her attempt to get me to start flirting.

"No, I can't," I hissed to her.

Before she could protest, I sat down to take another drink. When I looked up Rosalie and Alice were flirting madly with Emmett and Jasper. The third- Edward- was standing near me. I finally saw his face as he turned to face me, and swore in my head.

He was beautiful, godlike. His hair, I decided, was more bronze than anything else, and was messy without being scruffy. And he had perfect green eyes.

Great, Bella, I thought. What are you doing? Stop staring.

"Bella, right?" he asked.

I nodded, and said, "Edward?"

It was his turn to nod. Then he looked out to the dance floor and asked, "So, how come you're not out dancing with your friends?"

"I don't dance," I told him simply.

He really didn't need to know that I could barely walk without tripping over something. Putting me on a crowded dance floor was just asking for an accident.

"How come you're not over there flirting madly with my friends?" I asked, nodding to his two friends, surrounded by the girls from the party.

Edward looked over and then shrugged and said, "Not interested."

Understanding clicked in me. No wonder he looked so bored, I thought.

"You know," I said, "There's a bar down the road that might be more… interesting to you. Maybe you've heard of it? I can't remember what it's called, something about Cowboys…"

Edward turned to look at me, bewildered.

"The gay bar?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I'm not gay!" he hissed.

I blushed scarlet, feeling terribly embarrassed. To save myself from answering I took a drink, and held it to my mouth longer than necessary. But Edward was still staring at me, his eyes narrow.

"Well, I just assumed since you weren't interested in my friends…" I said.

"Just because I'm not interested in a bunch of drunk girls at a bar doesn't mean I'm gay," he replied.

"Hey!" I cried, angry now, "That's just rude."

"And your comment wasn't?" he asked, his eyes narrowing further.

I looked away, still angry but not wanting to answer him. I motioned to the bottle of water in his hand and said, "You're in a club for college students, you're not dancing, and you're not drinking. Why else would you come here but to pick up girls?"

"I'm not drinking because I'm the designated driver," he replied, his voice cool, "And I came here because my two idiot friends wanted to meet some girls."

"So you just got dragged along?" I asked, suspicious.

"Wingman," was all he said.

I bit my lip, and then took a last sip from my drink.

"Excuse me," I said, coolly, "I need another drink."

And then I took off for the bar as quickly as I could. The bartender was taking an awfully long time to fill the orders, so it was a little while before I turned to our tables. Thankfully, I noticed that the space around my chair was empty and Rosalie and Alice were gone, dancing. I didn't want to deal with any more of their prodding tonight.

I sat down, resting my head against the wall behind my chair. Then I heard Edward's voice and shut my eyes.

Please, please don't let him be coming back, I thought.

But he was talking to his two friends not far from where I sat. I chose to ignore them, or at least I would have ignored them if they hadn't mentioned me.

"So I saw you talking to that one girl earlier, Bella," Jasper said, "What did you think? Her friends said she's great."

There was a short pause, and I cracked an eye open to see Edward shrug lightly.

"Mediocre," he replied.

I felt my face flush again and shut my eyes tightly, thinking of an escape plan before they saw I was sitting there. The dance floor was my only option. I quickly slid out of my seat and started to make my way to the dance floor.

But it was too late. They'd seen me and judging by the looks on Emmett and Jasper's faces, they knew that I'd heard them. So I decided to give up the charade, and walked right through them, taking care to step on Edward's feet as I passed. He let out a short gasp, and I grinned. No doubt the heels Alice had forced me into would leave a lovely little bruise on his feet.

Good, I thought.

I found Alice and Rosalie on the dance floor.

"Bella!" Rosalie called.

"You decided to dance!" Alice said, excited.

"Not really," I said, "I just needed to get away."

"Well, since you're here, let's get dancing!" Alice cried, grabbing my hands and moving to the beat.

I woke up the next morning to my cell phone vibrating on the table next to me. I jumped into a sitting position, fumbling around for my phone. Already my head was pounding and I thought was I going to throw up.

Good morning my darlings! Classes start in a half hour, so you should get your pretty butts out of bed! Love A

"Alice!" I shrieked.

Alice stumbled through the door to our dorm room, laughing hysterically.

"I thought you and Rosalie might need a wake up call," she explained.

I noticed she was already dressed.

"Where've you been?" I asked, lying back down in my bed, pulling the covers around me.

"Getting coffee," she told me, and handed me a cup of coffee.

I watched her warily as she danced around our dorm room, getting her books together for our first day of classes.

Even though she'd been sober last night, I doubt she would have even felt this ill had she been drinking. Alice rarely got hung over.

I groaned, and Alice sang, "That's what you get for getting so plastered."

I threw a pillow at her.

"You should have volunteered to be sober escort last night," she told me.

Alice, Rosalie, and I had instated the "sober escort" rule halfway through our freshman year. It really began after a drunken incident that involved Celine Dion songs, breaking and entering, and campus security. Since then we decided that whenever we went out, one of us would remain at least sober enough to make good decisions so that they could get the rest of us back in one piece.

There was a loud knock at the door, and then Rosalie walked in, dressed and looking gorgeous as usual. She was holding her head in one hand, the only sign she had a hangover. Even when she was hung over she looked like a model.

"What was that all about, Alice?" she demanded.

Alice shrugged, and then said, "Bella! Get up!"

I groaned, but crawled out of bed, turning to my half unpacked closet. While I figured out what to wear Alice started talking again.

"So, I texted Jasper this morning. No, Bella, not that top. They don't go with those jeans very well!" Alice called.

"Who's Jasper?" I asked, throwing the shirt back into the closet.

"The guy we met at the bar last night. I got Jasper's phone number," Alice explained.

"And I got Emmett's," Rosalie added.

Last night came back to me in a rush, and my hands froze on the shirt I had been about to pull of its hanger.

"What is it, Bella?" Rosalie asked.

I turned around, aware that my face was scarlet.

"Nothing, nothing," I said, trying to dismiss it, "I… err… just remembered what happened last night."

Rosalie frowned, but Alice jumped over onto my bed.

"Do tell," she said.

"I was a bit tipsy," I admitted, "I probably wasn't thinking straight. But I think that Edward guy probably hates me. I sort of thought he was gay and told him he might be more comfortable at the gay bar down the road."

Alice and Rosalie both burst out laughing. Alice held her sides, rolling over on my bed laughing.

Before either of them could get a word in I continued, "But I don't really care. He was a bit of jerk, to be honest. Arrogant and rude."

"That explains his face," Rosalie said, "He looked like he was in pain."

"Wingman," I explained.

Rosalie and Alice were still in fits of laughter. Even I was beginning to find my drunken idiocy funny.

"I can't believe you thought he was gay. He's way too gorgeous to be gay," Alice cried, "Even if he is a jerk."

"Haha," I said, " By the way, could you two stop trying to force me into flirting with guys. I… I just don't think I'm ready right now."

"Bella, darling, we're just doing what we think is best for you," Alice said.

I grimaced, a fresh ache pounding in my head. Leave it to my best friends to not listen to me when I tried to tell them what I thought was best for me. It was only my life.

"I'm going to go get ready then heading to class," I said, "Call me when you've regained use of your mind."

Author's Note- I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. The second chapter's up, too. Just a note on my soundtrack choices- they don't always pertain to what's happening in the chapter. Sometimes they'll just be what I feel the chapter's mood is. But feel free to give me suggestions!