So this is my second fanfic. My first one, Moon Rose, wasn't so successful and frankly, I wasn't so interested anymore. This story is all about how I want my college experience to be. And I really like writing and reading it. I already have a couple more chapters written but I wanna see what kind of response I get from this chapter alone. I'm thinking I want about 10 reviews before I put up the next chapter. So make sure EVERYONE who reads this reviews. It's that big green button at the end of this chapter. Here's a better summary because I don't think the main summary is sufficient enough to keep you guys interested.

Bella and her brother, Emmett, head off to college at UCLA. Bella gets two new roommates and so does Emmett. One of Emmett's roommates is Edward Cullen, freshman first-string quarterback for the UCLA Bruins football team, very smart, pre-med major, and incredibly handsome. Edward really doesn't know how to deal with girls who throw themselves at him so he makes out with them to get rid of them. This repulses Bella but after finding out Edward has never had a female friend before, Bella decides to give it a try. The challenge now is whether she can keep it that way. And it's not so easy when not only Edward is starting to show some genuine interest, but she's starting to feel something too. A college love story, filled with college fun, greek life, and a lot of sweet romance.


Mom, I can't believe we're finally here!" I exclaimed to my mom over the phone. My brother, Emmett, and I were driving in my car while my parents were driving the Toyota that held all our stuff. My car would never hold everything we were bringing, even if it wasn't much.

We just entered the campus and were greeted by the chaos of hundreds of students trying to move into their dorms. It was college. It's where I've been waiting to go since I was in the sixth grade. We drove on, waiting, impatiently on my behalf, in the horrid traffic that was surrounding the campus. This must be the most hellish day for all staff.

Today was move-in day at UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles), the college Emmett and I would be attending for the next four years of our lives. It was my dream school. I've wanted to go here ever since my freshman year of high school. I've always wanted to live in California. It was the complete opposite of my humdrum home back in New Jersey where it was cold 60% of the time. Cold wasn't my biggest fan. All through eighth grade I begged my parents to move to California. It was unethical and stupid but I was that desperate. Obviously my parents wouldn't let us move because I was already situated in a good high school, my dad had just started his new business, and my mother and brother just didn't want to leave. My mom finally said I could only move to California when I was an adult. So, here I am, 18 years old, legal adult, and moving into my dorm in California.

"Sweetie, you don't have to sound too ecstatic that you're leaving us, especially since you're taking your brother with you," my mom said bitterly. She wasn't too thrilled with the fact that my brother and I moving 3,000 miles away from my family and most of the blame is put on my shoulders because it was my decision to come here. She thinks I'm doing this because I couldn't stand my family. I never understood how she came to this conclusion considering I've never shown indication of hating my family.

"Mom, please don't start this again," I whispered into the phone. I didn't want Emmett to hear the conversation. The arguments back at home were horrible and I knew he hated my mom and me fighting about the college issue. Emmett was not incredibly ambitious. While I was already thinking about college the minute we started high school, he could barely register the fact that we were out of middle school. I was 10 minutes older than him so I always figured I was the more responsible one. We got onto each others' nerves every now and then but we were close. He was my best friend. We couldn't even think about spending four years apart so we decided to apply to the same schools and go to the one I picked. That was fine with Emmett, especially since he liked my decision. He still thinks California's a vision of hot girls.

"Well, why else would you want to move so far away? To think, to think, you could've been going to John Hopkins, studying pre-med, interacting with intelligent people, and you would've been closer to home. Yes, you would've been away from Emmett but you would've had opportunity. Instead, you choose to come to a mediocre school, thousands of miles away, and spend your time with these people? Look at these people! Look at these girls! Do they think their doing any good by walking around in those bikinis? They're inviting trouble!"

"Mom! They're going to the beach! Can't you see their surfboards? And this is not a mediocre school! It's the best school in California! Not including Stanford. It's considered a mini-Ivy. And I'm still studying pre-med. And don't you know? Doctors who work in New York or California make the most money."

"Then why can't you go to school in New York? You could've gone to Columbia! Emmett got in over there too!" she exclaimed on the phone.

"Mom! When are you gonna get it through your head that I want to go to school here? I've wanted to for the past four years. I've given you four years to prepare for this day. So, can you hang up and let me savor whatever excitement I have left?" I hung up without waiting for her answer. I groaned and slammed the steering wheel. Emmett jumped.

"Bella, calm down! Don't let mom ruin your day. Remember, you've been waiting for this since high school. Four years ago. So chill. Look around, Bella. You're in California. This is where you've wanted to live your entire life. And I'm here with you. So live in the moment. Oh, and you might want to drive 'cause your holding up traffic." Emmett pointed ahead and I saw the giant space in front of me and heard the many cars behind me honking violently. I quickly drove and entered the main campus.

There were cars, students, parents, tables, luggage, boxes, and carts everywhere. We approached some upperclassmen that were helping out and asked them where I could park. They pointed us to a parking garage where I drove. Once we parked, Emmett and I got out of the car and found mom and dad parked not to far from us. I walked over the car while Emmett went to go get a cart to put all of our suitcases and boxes in. My mom and I did not make eye contact with each other as we unloaded the suitcases and boxes out of the car and into the blue and gold cart Emmett had brought.

My dad wheeled the cart out of the parking garage and soon we were engulfed in a sea of frantic students and even more frantic parents. We walked up to a table that was labeled "Registration M-T". There was a blonde girl who struck me as a stereotypical California girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, designer clothes that bared more than a slight amount of cleavage, and a little too much eye makeup. She carried herself more as a male sex appeal rather than beautiful.

"Hello, my name is Lauren," she said in a bored tone. "Please state your last name."

"Swan," Emmett and I said at the same time. We chuckled and I saw Lauren slightly roll her eyes as she crossed our names off on the check-in list. She muttered something under her breath.

"What was that?" I asked sweetly. One word was flashing through my mind. Bitch.

She finally looked up at us and her eyes immediately moved to Emmett. She flashed a smile dripping with sweetness and what I assumed was sexiness. It didn't look too sexy to me and judging by the way Emmett's face looked, it didn't look so hot to him either. I wasn't going to lie. Emmett was handsome. He had deep brown eyes and dark curly hair. It was weird in high school because every girl, even my friends, would gush about how hot he was. He was Mr. Popular in school. He was funny, sweet, rebellious, and the star linebacker of our football team. He got a football scholarship to this school which only added to the list of reasons we should come here. I was here on academic scholarship. Emmett was also extremely muscular. I felt safe knowing he would always be there because I knew that if any guy messed with me he would kick their asses. Although we were twins, I always felt Emmett got the lucky end of the stick. I was Ms. Plain-Jane in high school. Every girl my brother went out with started out as my friend. I was always surprised these girls would try my friend because they were the popular ones. Then I would find out they were only there to get close to Emmett and once they got what they wanted I would be dumped.

"Oh, um, nothing," she said, still smiling ridiculously big. She went through a large filing bin and pulled out two folders.

"These are your orientation folders. Freshman orientation starts tomorrow. It has the itinerary and the brochures in there detailing every class we offer. Also included in your folders are your Bruin card applications that you filled out when received you registration kits back in May, dorm assignments, and your dorm key. Our dorms use card-keys. Give the Bruin card application to the guy who takes your student I.D. pictures. He's the one who activates them for you. Any questions?" she asked looking at Emmett. Emmett looked uncomfortable so I decided to save him.

"I have a question," I said. She reluctantly turned her head away from Emmett and looked at me.

"Yes?" she asked in a strained voice.

"Are the names of our roommates included with the dorm assignments?"

"They should be next to your dorm number on the paper."

"Cool! C'mon Bells. Let's look over there," he said pointing to a tree far away from Lauren. I got his hint and we quickly ran over, leaving our parents behind us. We were tearing through our folders, trying to find the dorm assignment paper. I found mine and pulled it out as Emmett pulled his out too. We spent a couple of minutes reading it until we looked at each other.

"Are you in a triple?" Emmett asked.

"Yeah. Who're you rooming with?" I asked.

"Some dudes named Edward Cullen and Jasper Whitlock. I think I remember their names from the football roster,"

"They probably did that on purpose. You know, I hear the football schedule's like super messed up so they probably put you together so you didn't have to worry about compromise," I said.

"Makes sense. What about you?" he asked.

"Um, Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale," I said. I looked back at the paper and then back at Emmett.

"You think the Cullens are related?" he asked.

"Probably. We'll find out. C'mon, we gotta get our ID pictures taken and then we can meet out roommates."

We waited in the excruciating long line to get our IDs. It was especially irritating to see all the girls checking Emmett out. A few brave ones came and flirted with him. It was the same thing over and over again. It was like a universal method for all slutty girls. Smile, introduced yourself, say where you were from, ask where he was from, comment on something that was indigenous to that town, laugh hysterically at whatever lame joke he made, place your palm on his chest, still laughing, and bend down far enough to show just the right amount of cleavage. Then, when it was time to leave, you would subtly slip your number to his back pocket, which also gave you the advantage of feeling his ass. And let me tell you, it is not comfortable seeing some girl touching your brother's ass. There was one girl in particular I couldn't stand. She introduced herself as Jessica Stanley. She was at the "laugh at lame joke" part when I couldn't stand it anymore and left to go get some of the free lemonade they were giving out. When I came back with two glasses, I saw she was at the "slip your number in his back pocket" part and I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, sweetie! Here's your lemonade. Hope you weren't waiting too long," I said sweetly as I handed him his lemonade and placed my hand on his shoulder. I looked back and smirked at Jessica. She looked like she was just slapped across the face.

"You have a girlfriend?" she asked Emmett, forcing a smile on her face. I dug my nails into Emmett's shoulder. It was an awkward trick but I've played the card before and it was effective. Every time a girl I really didn't like flirted with Emmett I would play the girlfriend card. The first time I tried it Emmett freaked out so much he wouldn't talk to me that night. But we were used to it now. And Emmett respected my opinion when it came to girls.

"Yup. Been dating three years now. I followed her to college. Couldn't stand to be away," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder casually.

"Oh. So you're that serious, huh?" she asked disappointedly.

"Yeah. So if you don't mind, would you please remove your hand from my ass?" Jessica didn't realize her hand was still in his back pocket and she pulled it away so fast you would've thought Emmett was the plague. She walked away in a huff. Emmett looked down at me. Even as twins he was still several inches taller than me. Him at 6'2" and me at 5'6".

"Seriously, you've gotta stop doing that. It gives me the creeps." I laughed.

"Oh, come on, Emmett. Look at her! If the word 'slut' had a picture next to it, it would be her on a stripper's pole which she probably took herself."

"How do you know she has a stripper's pole?" he asked immaturely.

"Grow up," I snapped. We finally made it too the front of the line and took our pictures. Mine wasn't too bad and I was happy. And Emmett was always a photogenic person so no doubt his was flawless.

"This is your ID which you will need to access student facilities," a student volunteer said handing mine and Emmett's IDs to us, "And these are your Bruin cards. They are according to your meal plans. You can use them at any dining hall or restaurant on campus. Even coffee houses."

We were handed our cards along with our dorm keys which were activated and set off to our dorms. Emmett and I were living in different housing communities which was a disappointment but it was only a five minute walk to each one. I was living in the Sunset Village in the Delta Terrace buildings while Emmett was in the De Neve Plaza. My brother, being the gentleman that he was, decided to first load all of my things into my dorm even though we were closer to De Neve. We rolled the cart over while I took in my surroundings.

It was amazing. There were eight buildings that made up the whole complex. Each were different residential buildings. Delta Terrace was a series of white buildings that were arranged in a triangle, which is probably why they named it after the Greek letter Delta, which is a triangle. In the middle of the plaza was a leisure area that didn't look so leisurely now. There were people everywhere bringing suitcases and boxes in and out of the building.

In one trip we were able to get all my stuff to my dorm. On the door was a white board that read "Isabella Swan, Alice Cullen & Rosalie Hale" in elegant calligraphy. I smiled seeing my name on the door, signaling it was mine. We opened the door.

The dorm wasn't anything special. It was a bit cramped for three people but still amenable. Each bed had a small desk next to it and a closet for each student. There was a large half cork half white-board on the wall next to the door but unfortunately there was no private bathroom which meant I would have to share with the other girls on this floor. And it didn't help that this was a co-ed dorm. I was just happy I didn't have to room with a guy. I have boundaries. I ran to the window. We only had one. But we had a beautiful view of the rest of the residential hill along with the campus and the city of Los Angeles in the background. No smog, no pollution. Just blue skies and sunshine.

"Well, should we start unpacking? We still need to see Emmett's dorm and we have a long drive back," my mother said briskly. I sighed exasperatedly.

"Mom, after today you're not going to see me until December. Don't you want to spend a few minutes with me?" I asked hopelessly.

"Well, if you went to Hopkins or Columbia I'd be seeing you much more frequently," she said under her breath. I was about to counteract when my dad interrupted.

"Renee, just let it go. It's done. I already paid my deposit for the both of them so they're here for the next two years until I have to pay the second deposit. Then you can fret about whether you want them to transfer or not." My mom just huffed and started taking things out of my suitcase. I put my hand over hers to stop her.

"What? Now you don't even want me to help you unpack?" she asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"No, Mom. I don't want to unpack yet. I want to wait for my roommate. Just because I got here first doesn't mean I should get first pick on which bed I want. First impressions are everything and as a good roommate I am open to compromise."

"Well, looks like this girl isn't," Emmett said from the bed by the door. "Look." He handed me a card that had very neat handwriting on it.

This bed is mine. I slept by the door at home, I sleep by the door in college. No one is to claim this bed. I will not be there until tomorrow because I'm not allowed to meet my roommates during that time. Can't explain why. Something with my parents. Anyway, I'll be around campus though although I probably won't know you since we haven't met. Again, don't take the bed. Am looking forward to rooming with you. ~Rosalie Hale

"Wow. Wonder why anyone would go through so much trouble just to get a bed," I thought out loud,

"Wonder why she's not allowed to meet her roommates now. I mean, isn't that the best part of the college experience?" Emmett asked.

"Maybe it's a religious thing. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I want the bed next to the window. Slept by the window at home, sleeping by the window in college," I said, imitating Rosalie's words. I sat back down on the bed I wanted and we waited for five minutes before Mom started to get restless.

"How can they be so inconsiderate being late like this? Check-in was half and hour ago!" Mom vented.

"Mom, relax. They probably had a long drive," I said reassuringly.

"Yeah, and besides, Mom. I'm not in a rush. I wanna meet my sis's roommates. I think it's important to know who she's gonna be living with for the next year."

"Emmett, stop being such a gusher!" I exclaimed, punching his arm. I was so lucky to have a brother like him. Even though I was older, he acted more like my big brother, just like I protected him like a big sister.

"Yes, but didn't we have long drive too? We drove cross-country, for Christ's sake! And we still managed to get here on time!"

"Wait," my dad said, looking at the door.

"Edward, get your tongue out of the bitch's mouth!" a girl yelled in the hallway.

"Alice! Watch your tongue! I know I didn't raise you to speak like that," a woman scolded.

"But look at him, Mom! College hasn't even started yet and he's already hooking up with the first girl he meets at my dorm? It's embarrassing! Ugh, it's like high school all over again," the girl moaned.

"We'll have your father talk to him, okay? Now come on. We're already late and I'm sure your roommate is waiting."

Two people walked into my dorm just then. One was a gorgeous girl who was incredibly small and had short, spiked up pixie hair. She was dressed in fabulous designer clothes and was carrying a box that was twice her size. I went over to help.

"Here, let me get that," I said taking the box from her. It was really heavy so I handed it to Emmett who placed it on the desk next to the last unoccupied bed.

"Thank you so much," the little pixie said. She brushed of her clothes and turned to smile at me. "Hi, I'm Alice and I'm guessing by the white board on our door, you're either Rosalie or Isabella."

"Bella," I corrected, extending my hand to her as she shook it twice. For a small person she had quite the grip.

"This is my mother, Esme," she said, pointing to a beautiful lady. She had soft caramel hair that fell just past her shoulders in gentle waves and was wearing a simple yet elegant powder blue dress. She had a slim figure but it was full. But it was her smile that caught my attention. It was so full of love that she looked like the ideal mother. The complete opposite of my mom, who was where black slacks, a white blouse, her brown hair pulled up into a severe bun, and a scowl on her face because of our late visitors.

"Nice to meet you," she said, extending a hand. I shook it. Her hands were soft.

"Nice to meet you, too. These are my parents, Renee and Charlie Swan, and my brother, Emmett," I said, pointing to my family behind me. Esme shook everyone's hand while Alice nodded. Emmett walked up to Alice.

"Hey Alice. So we'll be seeing a lot each other considering I'm going here too. Just want to give you a friendly hello." He engulfed into one of his giant bear hugs. With both their sizes, I couldn't even see Alice for a couple of seconds.

"Emmett, don't suffocate her!" I yelled, laughing. He placed her down gently and backed up. Alice's face was beet red.

"Well, you're awfully friendly. Where're you rooming?" she asked.

"Down at the De Neve Plaza at Acacia/Birch," he answered.

"Oh my God! My cousin Edward is rooming there!" she answered delightedly.

"Wait. Edward Cullen?" Emmett asked looking at his dorm papers.

"Yeah."

"He's one of my roommates," Emmett said.

"Oh that's so cool!" Alice stuck her head out the door. "Edward! Detach the slut and get over here! Your roommate is here!"

"Alice!" Esme scolded.

"Sorry, Mom. But you gotta admit, right?" Esme smiled at my parents apologetically.

"Sometimes I wonder if keeping my kids in LA is the right thing to do. I grew up on a farm so I'm not that used to these LA customs as my kids and husband are."

"So you're from around here?" my mom asked.

"Oh, yes. About fifteen minutes from here," Esme said.

"We're up in Beverley Hills," Alice added. I heard Emmett's mouth pop open as I stared at her with my eyebrows raised.

"Oh, wow. Um, what do you do?" I asked Esme.

"Not me. I'm just the stay-at-home-mom. It's my husband. He works in television," she explained.

"Cool. What does he do?"

"He works for the show House. He's a doctor and has had no ambition of becoming an actor even though people constantly tell him to put himself out there considering where we live and how he looks."

"How he looks?" I asked confused. Esme laughed.

"You'll understand when you see him. He and Edward will be here soon. Anyway, since the show requires a lot of medical knowledge he helps write the script so that the show is medically accurate. When he writes that part of the script the actual screenplay writers go in and make it more interesting for TV. Otherwise the show would be like attending a medical lecture. Carlisle makes sure they don't exaggerate anything too much so that something is incorrect. Medicine is not precise but it's not sparse either." I couldn't believe it. I was rooming with the daughter of the man who co-writes all the episodes of my favorite TV show.

"House is my favorite show. Me and Emmett have to fight over the remote every time it's on. He doesn't like it too much. He's more of a Law and Order kind of guy," I said, smiling. Emmett frowned.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just­--"

"You don't understand what's going on, yeah, yeah, we get it," I said, dismissing him.

"Do you understand it?" Alice asked me.

"Yeah. I'm actually--"

"She's doing pre-med here," my mom interceded, placing her hand proudly on my shoulder.

"Well, good for you! Medicine is a prestigious field and actually, according to Carlisle, UCLA is a great school for pre-med," Esme said. Told you Mom, I thought you myself. My mother forced a smile on her face.

"Yes, but not as good as John Hopkins," she said, still smiling. Esme face fell slightly.

"Yes, I agree John Hopkins is a great school. I believe, though, it's even better for medical school. UCLA is an overall great college and can offer a real college experience for undergrads. I mean, you don't want to be buried in books throughout your college experience," Esme politely argued. My mom's face was now so ridiculously strained her façade was literally shaking.

"Well, I'm absolutely sure you can get a real college experience at John Hopkins. I mean, why else would the more ambitious kids go there?" my mom countered in a sour sweet voice.

"Are you implying—"

"Okay!" I interrupted as soon as I heard Esme's voice starting to rise. "Alice, Emmett, and I are going to go downstairs real fast to see if there are any fliers about our dorm." We quickly fled the room and ran to the elevator. As soon as we were in I turned to Alice.

"Alice, I'm so sorry about that. My mom's just kinda mad that we're not going to her school of choice."

"Yeah, Alice. Our mom's super stubborn but after today or tomorrow she'll be gone," Emmett added.

"You guys, don't worry about it. My mom gets sort of defensive when it comes to this school. She's an alumni and she says she had the best years of her life here. I couldn't say no to her when she asked me to go to this school because she's so passionate about it. I don't mind though. UCLA's a great school and I couldn't bear to leave LA," Alice said. We exited the elevators. There were girls everywhere bringing their stuff in, meeting friends, making friends, leaving to explore the campus, or going to the beach. Those girls were in bikinis, which Emmett happened to like a lot.

"I love college," he said under his breath.

"Perv," I said as I hit his chest with the back of my hand. He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder. I playfully shoved him away but Emmett's gesture earned me an evil eye from an incredibly attractive blonde who was listening to what I assumed was an upperclassman talking about dorm life.

We sat at a table in the center of the "traud" as Emmett went to go get us something to eat. The traud, as it was called affectionately by the students, is what would be a quad at the center of the dorms but since the formation of the dorm buildings makes a triangular center the phrase "triangular quad" was shortened to traud.

"So where are you guys from?" Alice asked.

"New Jersey. Nothing glamorous like you. Just a normal suburban house in a normal suburban town. I went to a normal high school where all the girls bitched to everyone and all the guys were either jerks or freaks."

"Hey. Sometimes suburbia is a good thing. I went to a high school in Beverly Hills and what I learned was that high school was always a competition. Who's got the best car, who's got the best body, who's dating the hottest guy, who's got the best clothes, who's got the most money. It's all the same. And sometimes, it got to a point where people would take it so seriously they would do everything it took to come out on top, whether it was to blow all your money or lose all of your self-respect."

"Did you ever come out on top?" I asked.

"Not often. Just when it came to clothes. And the truth was I designed most of the clothes I wore. When people would ask who made it, because it was never where you got it, I'd make up some random designer. Most designer clothes, that's the title I got. That's why I'm majoring in fashion design. I want to start my own line. If girls who are so used to wearing Chanel or Prada like my designs then I must be good. Could you see it? Oh my God, did you see the new Cullen bag? I'm wearing Cullen. Cullen is showcasing at Fashion Week in New York. That's my goal. To be able to own a shop on Fifth Avenue in New York. But that's a far stretch. Right now my goal is to open a store in the mall. And if I can get something on Rodeo Drive right here in LA then Fifth Avenue won't come far after that." Alice smiled as she hovered in her dreamland for a few more seconds.

"Wow. And then I can tell everyone I roomed with the famous Alice Cullen. I'll know someone famous!" I exclaimed. We both laughed.

"So tell me. What's it like having a twin brother? And a cute one at that," she said smiling in the direction Emmett walked off.

"Ugh. I don't think I can go anywhere without someone telling me how hot my brother is," I said rolling my eyes. Alice frowned.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable," she said sincerely.

"No, no, no, no, no! Don't worry about it. It's fine and perfectly natural. It's just all through high school my brother was Chace Crawford or something and I was…Alexis Bledel."

"Who?" Alice asked.

"Exactly," I said. And then I sighed. "You know. From Gilmore Girls. Or that Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movie. She was always the shy and quiet one who was kinda pretty but never really popular. Well, that was me. I'm not gonna exaggerate and say that I'm ugly. But I'm no Megan Fox. And I was never really social with many people and I was always used to get to Emmett."

"Yeah, but didn't Alexis Bledel turn badass in Gilmore Girls or something? Like in the later seasons?" Alice asked.

"Not the point! I just, I don't know, never came out on top."

"I'm thinking Emmett is more of an Adam Brody except more buff," Alice mused.

"Alice!"

"What? Okay, okay, I know. Awkward. So, did you ever have any boyfriends?"

"Not really. I dated casually. Nothing serious. Emmett was Mr. Hot-Shot. He dated almost every cheerleader on the squad and then some. He had this one girlfriend, Lindsey, who was a total ho-bag. I'm not gonna go much into detail but let's just say there was a lot of PDA and bruises."

"Your brother abused her?" Alice asked, completely shocked.

"More like the other way around. Emmett is not very responsible. He would be late for dates, forget his wallet, get the wrong coffee, and then he would be rewarded with several beatings by her. You never do anything right, why can't you be like a normal boyfriend, and my personal favorite which she performed while I was at the mall with them, This is a latte! I needed decaf! Caffeine makes me bloat! I can't have sex with you anymore if you make me fat! Emmett told me later that they never even had sex. In fact, he's still a virgin, as am I," I said proudly.

"Wow. Same here. Well, if you haven't had a serious boyfriend then who did you have your first kiss with?" I tapped my lips.

"Hasn't happened yet. These are virgin lips," I said with a smile. Alice stared in awe.

"Oh my God. You haven't had a first kiss?" I shook my head.

"Not one."

"Then how do you know if you're a good kisser?" she asked.

"I'll hope to God that I am?" I said.

"Well, what if we go to the clubs and flirt with hot guys? I was hoping you'd be my random hookup buddy!"

"Alice, I'm not hooking up with strangers with you," I said sternly.

"Damn right you're not. 'Cause if you do, I'll kick their ass and then quarantine you from guys," Emmett said as he approached our table. He had a bag that smelled like French fries. He handed a carton of French fries to each of us.

"Yeah, 'cause you're one to talk, right Emmett?" I said patronizingly.

"Hey. Just because I'm screwed up doesn't mean I should let my sister get screwed up too," he said defensively.

"Emmett, I'm older than you," I countered.

"By 10 minutes, Bells. We are both still 18 years old and I am the man in this situation therefore I get protection rights," Emmett said with finality. Both Alice and I threw a French fry at him.

"What a sexist," Alice said with a smile.

"Ugh, I know. Let's go, Alice. We don't fraternize with this type," I said jokingly. We got up and started to walk away when Emmett grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

"Forgive me?" he said in that annoyingly innocent puppy dog voice.

"Ugh, Emmett, we're in college. Grow up," I said.

"Peanut butter slap-clap-snap?" he said sticking out his pinky, using our childhood secret handshake. I laughed.

"Now how can I say no to that?" I asked as I hooked my pinky around his.

"You guys are so lucky! I wish I had a twin," Alice sighed. We started walking back to the dorms, hoping my mom and Esme hadn't killed each other.

"Isn't Edward your twin?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Edward is my cousin/adopted brother. His parents, my aunt and uncle, died when he was six. My aunt was my mom's sister. So we took him in. He's my best friend and a pain in my ass at the same time. Sometimes he's an arrogant ass who likes to skip around with girls and then other times he'll be sweet and we'll actually have a moment. That's when I like him best because when he's being nice he really is the nicest person you'll ever meet. All in all though, I know he'll always be there for me. Junior year of high school, his best friend from the football team was messing with me. When Edward saw, five years of friendship flew out the door and he beat the crap out of him. 'When it comes to family, friendship doesn't matter anymore' he said. I guess considering everything he's been through family matters are really important to him. He may mess with people but he will never mess with family."

We were now outside the door of our dorm. I heard a male voice inside that wasn't my father's. I assumed Carlisle joined Esme. We opened the door and went inside. Didn't want to keep the good doctor waiting.


So did you like it? Yeah, I know. Renee's a bitch. And Esme's a sweetie. And don't you feel bad for Edward? Losing his parents at such a young age. And I would kill for Carlisle's job. I knew if Carlisle worked at a hospital, even as the head surgeon or something like that, the whole family couldn't live in the spectacular Beverly Hills mansion I'm imagining. So Carlisle works for House. Well, the show House, not House House. lol. Working in Hollywood scores you some major bucks. And I'm sure you're wondering about the peanut butter slap-clap-snap thing. That's mine and my best friend's secret handshake for pinky swears. We made it up when we first met back in third grade. I think it's hilarious.

Okkk, so I'm gonna say I want 10 reviews before I post the next chapter. Edward makes his appearance so that should give you some sort of motivation. Meanwhile, I'm continuing writing the 5th chapter. I hope to always be four steps ahead. The more reviews I get, the more motivated I am to write. So get reviewing! And remember to always Love California 3