Hey Everyone, I've been reading fanfictions on here and I decided to give it a try. This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I welcome constructive criticism good and bad. It will help me improve myself. I hope you enjoy my story......Thanks in advance!

Chap 1

BPOV

I kept hearing the pitter patter of feet going up and down the hallway. There was no way I would be going to sleep anytime soon. These people are so noisy. Not that it mattered because I was too anxious to relax. I would be moving into my very first apartment with my best friend, Rosalie. We've been planning and packing for the last couple of weeks. Now it was down to the wire and I didn't know what to do with myself. We had to get up at 7am in order to be ready for the movers. It was mind boggling why Rosalie requested their service. We didn't have that much stuff but she was being lazy and didn't want to be stuck lifting anything up some stairs. I was very reluctant to have strangers loading up our things because I didn't want anything to happen to them. I don't care how many references the company has. I personally know nothing about them. What if they are serial rapists or something along those lines? I know it's ridiculous to think such crazy notions but I have a bad habit of letting my imagination get the best of me. I pulled my phone from underneath my pillow to view the time. I can't believe its 5:30 in the morning. I retired to my room at midnight hoping to get some sleep. So much for that. Might as well get up and begin my day.

"Oh Emmett. Don't stop baby…"

Not again. These walls were extremely thin. I could hear the bedsprings squeaking under their weight. This was a weekly occurrence. The only time those two jackrabbits weren't going at it was when that special visitor came to town. I enjoyed those days. So peaceful and relaxing. I hurried to the community bathroom across the hall so I could get away from there passion making. The bathroom was partially dark as the lights flickered above me. This is exactly why me and Rosalie were moving off campus. I couldn't take this raggedy bathroom for another semester. Apparently the school thought it was funny to keep putting me in the same run down dorm for the past three years. The only upside was I got to meet Rosalie at the beginning of this school year. We hit it off instantly. Both of us didn't like to be bothered early in the morning and we both didn't care about these silly organizations on campus. They were all a load of crap. No matter how many ways you spun it. Most of those girls were so vapid. I looked in the nearest shower stall to make sure there were no surprises for me. The students at this school were very disgusting. They found humor in defecating on the bottom of the shower or ejaculating along the walls. I've even seen one where some girl smeared her monthly across the stall. Ugh! Another reason that moving off campus is important. After I was satisfied with my inspection I turned on the water. I sat down on one of the benches and raided my toiletry bag. I left my toothbrush in my room again. This was my usual routine. You would think by now that I learned my lesson enough to pack my toothbrush in this bag. For whatever reason I always end up taking it out and placing it somewhere else. I huffed and sprinted back to my room to retrieve my toothbrush. It wasn't in my suitcase or on top of my dresser. I must've packed it away in one of my boxes. There was no way I was going to unpack those boxes to find my toothbrush. I could squirt the toothpaste on my finger and have at it. As I contemplated other alternatives, I remembered that I left the shower on. I groaned when I arrived back in the bathroom. Someone had taken my stall. I knew better than to leave my shower unattended. You had to nearly fight people for a stall because they would jump in to one no matter if the water was already on or not. So much for a hot shower.

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"Why do I only have one box in my room?" I exclaimed throwing down my luggage. This is exactly why I didn't trust movers. I walked to Rosalie's room and saw all her boxes stacked neatly in the corner.

"We put all the boxes where you instructed." One of the movers said walking past me to set another box down on Rosalie's floor.

"I seriously doubt that, considering that I only have one box in my room. I had four boxes in total. Each were marked for my bedroom. Please explain to me how I ended up minus three boxes?" I was furious. How in the hell did they lose my boxes from the school dorm to the apartment? I even walked behind them to make sure that all of our belongings were out of the room. I should've checked to make sure that these idiots put all the boxes in the truck. I didn't think I had to trail after them to insist they do their job.

"Ma'am?" The man gave me a pitiful look. As if that would excuse what was happening.

"Don't ma'am me. Stop standing there like a bump on a log. Go find my boxes." I nearly screamed at him. He bustled out of the room and down the hallway. I felt a serious migraine coming on. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to calm myself before I went back outside. I could hear angry voices rising up from the sidewalk. I peeked out the window and saw Rosalie and one of the movers yelling at each other. They were making quite a scene. People had stopped to enjoy the spectacle. What a way to welcome ourselves to the neighborhood.

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At the end of the day I still only had one box. The movers explained that they might have left a few of my boxes at the school. We drove back to the campus to search. We found my boxes scattered across the parking lot. They were all open and emptied of their contents. I turned on the movers to give them a piece of my mind but Rosalie beat me to it. I had never heard her use such language on anyone before but I was too mad to feel sorry for them. They deserved it. How could they be so thoughtless as to not double check the truck? Now, I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom staring at my one lonely box.

"Aw, Bella I heard what happened. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Alice barged into my room and threw her arms around me. She was a great friend. I met her through Rosalie. Even though I've only known her for a few months we were pretty close.

"I'm fine. They were just things. Things can be replaced." I said in a monotone voice not returning her hug. I didn't feel like putting on a happy face right now. I just wanted to wallow in self-pity.

"Save it for someone else, Bella." Alice said sitting next to me on the floor. "This means you can go shopping for new stuff. Everything happens for a reason. Look at the positive in this."

I knew she would say that. I can't stand shopping. It's so time consuming and boring. I don't understand why anyone would devote all day to spending money on frivolous things.

"You know this is not up for discussion."

"It's pointless to argue with me because I know you'll give in and go shopping. Besides you don't have anything in here but a box and a bed."

"That's all I need in this world."

"Stop being so dramatic. Let's head out tomorrow around ten." Alice nudged my shoulder as I continued staring at the box.

"Whatever. I'll go." I relented pushing myself off of the floor. Alice cheered and dragged me from the room.