A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

This is my first fanfic. I'm kinda scared. But its based on a dream I had...which I put the Twilight characters into.

All the pairings are a little mismatched in the beginning. I tried to mix it up.

BPOV

Graduation really is no big deal. It really shouldn't be since I've already done this all once in high school. Nope.

I had to have butterflies completely take over my stomach.

My mom had to take a million pictures in front of the house. Me and Dad. Me, Mom and Dad. Me, Emmett and Jacob. I guess it was understandable since her only daughter was graduating college and all. Jacob will have it so much worse…being the baby of the family.

My memories of graduation four years ago in Forks, great as they are (yea…) are missing a lot of cheering faces. Alice had graduated the year before and gone off to New York. Emmett was in L.A., probably doing something dangerous. Only Mom, Dad and Jacob saw me say good bye (or good riddance) to high school.

I felt bad at the time for leaving Jacob alone in the house with Dad. But he only had two years until it was his turn. Once Goliath the Older Brother peaced to California Jake hadn't needed me to be the protective sister anymore. Now he was practically a different person. He'd completely come out of his shell in college so I felt even less bad leaving him a second time.

"Isabella Swan!" Oh crap. My turn. Please don't trip.

I almost heard my family clapping and yelling ridiculously for me. By the time I got across the stage I had the stupidest grin on my face.

Nothing on Earth could have compelled me to buy the ceremony DVDs that the university was peddling out front. No need to remember a red-faced me with a goofy smile in this awkward and uncomfortable balloon gown.

Sad as I was to leave Washington once and for all, I could not wait for tomorrow to come.

Twenty-four hours, four outfit changes, three sloppy, tear-filled goodbyes and one long car ride later: Emmett, Alice and I were on our way to California. All my stuff was already shipped off to the apartment we were going to share in New York after our little two week vacation. So I had nothing to worry about.

"What should we do first, I mean, there's shopping, maybe we should get something to eat? Emmett I want to see your apartment! Your old apartment I guess—," Alice was practically foaming at the mouth with excitement. I could feel the vibrations coming off of her. Even with Emmett wedged into the tiny airplane seat between us. She's such an open book and I love it.

This girl always makes me smile, since the day we met in gym class.

I was a freshman, she was a sophomore. I managed to get away with wearing a scarf with the horrible excuse for clothes the school forced me into. I wasn't trying to make a statement or anything. I just didn't feel covered enough.

I didn't even see the tiny, spiky-haired girl (with perfectly applied mascara) come up to me.

"Nice touch," she said pointing to the scarf. "Wanna be my partner?"

And that was that.

It's not like Alice couldn't have made other, probably better, friends. I think I calmed her down. She must have liked that about me. And I let her pick out all my clothes. I'm surprised she hadn't started introducing me to people as 'Barbie.'

"I think we should go to the bar," Emmett winked at me. He was dying to see his perfect little sister get hammered. I guess all those stories from my infamous college weekends weren't enough.

"Seconded," I said. I wanted to unwind and have as much fun as possible before going to my Big Scary Adult Job.

"Okay, fine," Alice sighed. "But we have to be able to change first! I can't go out like this in California." Of course she couldn't. Alice had to change clothes at least twice a day, every day. The last seven years with her had rubbed off on me, though. Looking down at my grubby sweats and college-advertisement hoodie, I knew she was right. Totally not first-adventure-in-Los-Angeles appropriate.

Alice and I proceeded to plan out outfits, hair, make-up… and shoes while the plane landed, and walked to the baggage claim … and while we waited for a cab.

Emmett probably would have gotten annoyed and bored if he hadn't jumped onto his cell phone as soon as we got off the plane, trying to find the parties.

Los Angeles was like a dream. We managed to see the sun for a little while on the way to Emmett's place. This may not seem like a huge deal. But I hadn't seen the sun for a month and a half before that day. I counted. The cab ride wasn't absolutely freezing with the windows open too. This place was no N-Y-C but definitely a step up from Washington.

"Okay," Emmett began, closing his phone. Yay, the party plans… "We're going to this really cool little bar. It's an open mic type of thing going on tonight and a bunch of my friends are going to be there. Done."

"Guy friends or girl friends?" Alice was always on the prowl.

"Mostly guy friends," Emmett shrugged. He didn't understand the real question Alice was asking, I guess. She smiled widely at me. I really didn't see the point, since we weren't here for that long, and I'm not exactly queen of the one night stands.

"I better not get ditched tonight," I whispered seriously to her as we got out of the cab. She was starting to look a little too giddy again.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered back, shaking her head a little like I'd said something stupid. "We'll find someone for you too. What do you want to do with your hair?"

The bar Emmett led us into was packed with loud, excited looking people. By the time we pushed out way over to the counter I had realized that most of the people were girls. Sucks for Alice.

She paid a lot of attention to the bartender, the one guy we could see through the mob who wasn't Emmett. She ordered the two of us some fruity colorful drinks while Emmett took his beer and went off in search of his friends.

"Okay, I'm done with this guy," she shouted at me over the music. She turned away. "Oh…my…"

"What?" I asked, looking at her. Her mouth was still hanging open while she breathed the rest of her sentence. My eyes followed the line hers were taking, over to the stage. They were locked on the guy sitting down at the keyboard.

He should have been a model or something. The line of his nose and his perfect mouth (good god the lips…) looked fake, they were just too perfect. His red-brown hair was messy, but not. And through the shirt he had on, you could tell he was perfectly built and took care of himself.

"Whoa." I was staring. Alice was staring.

How much time had gone by? I could hear the music his band was playing, along with a couple hundred girl voices singing along. Now it made complete sense that everyone there was a girl. We were all there for him.

"Oh my god, I think I know him." Alice was still staring, but now her mouth was closed. She tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing him.

"What?! From where? Who is he?!" Jealousy was outweighed by excitement. Maybe we could go talk to him after he was done with the stage thing.

"He went to our high school!" Alice shouted looking as excited as I felt, "I think he was in Emmett's grade or maybe the one before? I remember her him! He went off to California to get famous or something…."

"I guess that worked out for him." The girl voices and screams were starting to hurt my ears. "What's his name, Alice?"

"Edward Cullen."