Hi guys! This is my first fic so go gently on me. I've been an avid fanfiction reader for years and wanted to try my hand at writing. As always, I own nothing and Stephanie Meyer owns it all (except these ridiculous situations...that's all me lol) Enjoy!

FML. And while I'm at it, fuck Murphy and his stupid laws. It should have been simple. Travel from point A to point B. But of course who expects to get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere during a thunderstorm. A fucking thunderstorm. As a matter of fact, fuck you too stupid weatherbitch…Sunny skies my ass.

Let me not get ahead of myself, my name is Bella Swan, your average 20 year old. It had been a hell of two years, but I was finally going away for college and getting away from the hole in the ground which is Forks, Washington. It's not that Forks has been bad to me, I'm just ready to start living my life. You see, I was the genius who decided to forgo going to a state college in favor of going to community college with my now ex-boyfriend Jacob Black. It all seemed so perfect at first, and it was, until I caught him getting a blowjob from that bitch Leah who works at Pizza Hut…I guess it makes sense why we would have pizza 4 nights a week.

As a result, once I got my AA, I chose to transfer to a school on the complete opposite side of the country at the University of Florida. Sunshine State? I call bullshit on that one. The way it was pouring almost beat out Washington. The only difference was that in Washington it was a cool consistent kind of rain. In Florida, it was like a fucking hurricane. The wind was blowing, tree branches were everywhere, and it was disgustingly muggy out. I repeatedly had to wipe the inside of the windshield because it kept fogging up and I couldn't see the road in front of me.

Anyway, that is what brings me to my present situation of changing the tire on my old Chevy. It was like a tree branch speared the damn thing! Thank God Charlie forced me to learn how to do general maintenance on my truck before I left. I was lucky he even let me drive from Forks to Florida. Having his only daughter take a 4 day drive clear across the country alone wasn't exactly settling. But I managed to convince him with promises of regular check-ins while on the road and when I stopped for the night. He might not be the most affectionate dad, but he shows his care through things like this and of course buying me the truck in the first place. He may have bought it from Jake's dad for dirt cheap, but hey it's the thought that counts right? If he hadn't, I would either be being driven to Gainesville in the back of the cruiser or being made into Bella Swan sushi by some incest breed psycho living in the woods. Speaking of psychos, I should probably hurry the fuck up. I knew I shouldn't have watched that horror movie special last night.

I hastily finished the tire exchange, threw the tools into the bed of the truck and hopped into the cab. Thank God I was almost to Gainesville. I was more than ready to start my life as a Florida Gator. I was still soaked though. I turned the heat up to try and get dry quicker while putting the music on my iPod up. Adele's Set Fire to the Rain lifted my mood and soon had me belting along with her. If that's the kind of music a broken heart can make than I hope some douche bag breaks her heart once every two years. I would gladly spend $15.99 on her cds if it was shit like this.

4 hours, 2 Red Bulls, and a sunny sky later, I pulled into the parking lot of my new apartment complex. Nothing too fancy, but definitely better than some of the shitshacks I saw online. It was just about 11am and I was exhausted. I just wanted to curl up into a fetal position and sleep until classes started on Monday. But no, this big girl had things to take care of. I went up to the office to go pick up my keys and decal expecting to just breeze in and out but I was sadly mistaken. To say the office was a disaster zone would be putting it lightly. It looked like a bomb went off and the staff was running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I guess everyone thought it would be a good idea to come on the first day of move in. Ughhhhhhh! When would this day effing end? I fought my way through the crowd and managed to find one of the leasing agents.

"Hi, Welcome to Gainesville Place! How can I help you?" the stressed agent addressed me. Charlotte. I read on her name tag.

"Uh hey, I'm here for move in." I said lamely. Charlotte's eye gave a twitch of annoyance. But as soon as it came, it was gone and the fake exuberant smile returned.

"Of course! Can I have your name and your apartment number?" she replied.

I told her the necessary information and she quickly scurried into a slightly less chaotic back room where all the resident information was stored. Taking the time while she was gone, I observed the office area. Aside from the disorder of move in, the place seemed really nice. Club house, gym, tanning bed and a decently sized pool which already had some students lounging, soaking up the sun. A few guys lay relaxing by the pool clearly enjoying themselves unaware of the attention they were receiving from the girls opposite them in their barely there bikinis. I wasn't envious. My skin was an unfortunate milky pale which refused to tan and would only burn and crisp up like over cooked bacon. Ughhh bacon. My stomach reminded me that it had been well over 8 hours since I had eaten a meal. The zebra cakes and gummy worms I munched on in the car were hardly a well balanced meal. I continued to day dream about breakfast until I was snapped out of my stupor by Charlotte clearing her throat and the subsequent glare.

"Here you are Miss, Swan. These are your keys. The smallest one is for your mailbox, the medium one is for your bedroom door which is bedroom A, and the last large one is the key to your apartment. Also, here is the gate card to use any of the facilities. " She handed me a bright orange and blue envelope with a ziploc attached containing the things she had mentioned. "This envelope also contains a map, your roommate contact list, a variety of coupons businesses around Gainesville…"

I zoned out after she said roommates. Hmmm. When I received my apartment assignment I knew I was going to be rooming with two other girls. Rosalie Hale and Alice Cullen. Unfortunately both of them had their Facebook profiles set to private and even my superior levels of FB creeping couldn't learn a bit more about my future roomies. It's not like I was a stalker or anything…I was just a very curious person. When Charlotte seemed done with her necessary work spiel and welcomed me to the complex, I thanked her and rushed back out to my car. As I walked to my car I passed what looked like a brand new silver Volvo. Well fuck me. I thought all the trust fund babies lived on the other side of town where they could have their parties without police interference. Oh well, I've got more important shit to take care of, like getting to my apartment so I can unpack and pass the fuck out.

I jumped back into my truck and after a few wrong turns managed to find my building. Finally! I grabbed my set of keys and went upstairs. 1210, 1212, aha! 1213! I put the key in the lock and said a quick prayer hoping that my roommates weren't devil worshippers, over peppy girls expecting to be best friends, or psycho bitches who watched me in my sleep and tried to steal my life. (Note to self: never watching The Roommate ever again). I walked in and heard no signs of life. I guess they weren't home. I walked into the living room taking a moment to observe my surroundings. Hmm, interesting. The living room was done in natural colors coordinating with the furniture. There was a decently sized flat screen television on the wall surrounded by an extensive and pricey looking entertainment system equipped with an Xbox, blu-ray player, and sound system. I might just get along with these girls just fine.

I decided to save the exploring for later. I had shit to move in. And so it began. Back and forth trips from my truck up to my bare clean room. Thank God for the clean part. I had heard horror stories about apartments in college towns that were just disgrossting. I had managed to get the majority of my things up to my room and only had my laundry and books left. I would save the books for another time because that ish was heavy. Since I was too lazy to pack all of my clothes into suitcases, I just left some of them in the laundry baskets. I was carrying a particularly heavy basket across the parking lot when I heard a man's voice calling out to me. This voice wasn't just any voice. Its smooth velvet was liquid sex. I just wanted to drown in it. I had to see who that voice belonged to. If the man who that voice belonged to was half as delicious as the way he sounded, I might combust from want.

I turned around to match the face to the voice and I nearly fainted. He had copper colored hair similar to that of a penny, with bits of red tangled in that was just screamed fuck me senseless. The deepest green eyes I have ever seen, like bright grass with flecks of gold around the irises. A chiseled jaw that I just wanted to like until my tongue was dry. My eyes traveled even lower to the sculpted abs and low slung swim trunks that sat so deliciously on his hips it should be illegal. Not because of the sight but because of the things it made me want to do to this complete stranger. I vaguely realized that this Adonis was talking to me and I had to shake my head to clear it of the sinful thoughts.

"Uh wha?" I stammered. Damn. Come to college an English major and this is how articulate I can be? Great.

The guy chuckled and repeated his previous statement. "I think you dropped these."

I stared at him confused until I noticed what was in his hand and my eyes widened in shock. My freshly laundered thong with the tootsie pop owl emblazoned on the front and its signature quote proudly on display. How many licks does it take to get to center?

Kill me now.

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~wl