Just something that's been playing around in my head for awhile, I've read a few Bella/Peter stories lately, and I've just sort of feel in love with his character.

I didn't want to start this one until I finished my other story, but I've had the worst case of writers block when it comes to that story, and I'm hoping that writing this one might help jog my brain a little.

Rated M for a reason people! If lemons, language, and violence put you off then we should part ways right now, if not, I do hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear what you think! So let me know!

I don't own anything twilight related.

Also no beta, so sorry in advance for any bad grammer!

BPOV

"Seriously, my ass is going numb, how long until we get there?" I bitched, from my spot in the back seat.

Sarah just turned around and gave me the -will you shut the fuck up- glare, before turning around and ignoring my question all together. I guess I had been a little whinny since last night, but I couldn't help it. Aside from the fact that tomorrow was my 21st birthday, and I always hated my birthday, I was also feeling a little on edge. It seemed the closer we got to our destination the more anxious I felt.

"We'll be there in half an hour, Bella." Gina chimed in from the drivers seat of her jeep, and as if her statement needed conformation the ferry we were currently parked on rocked on impact as it docked, allowing the cars off.

I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror and grinned my thanks to her. She was always the softie in the group, the complete opposite of Sarah, who I've actually seen make other girls cry with the same glare she had just given me.

She had a zero tolerance for stupid or annoying, and she made it known, to everyone.

I had always been friends with Gina, even before the dreaded move to Forks from Phenoix, my junior year. I had been a quiet one, content to stick my nose in a book rather than get mixed up in high school drama. Gina had been one of the few people who had not let my quiet nature put her off, and we had become fast friends when she moved to Phenoix in 9th grade.

We were both sad when I had decided to go and stay with my dad in the middle of my junior year, but she understood, her parents had went through and divorce two years prior, she was the only one who knew my real reasons for wanting to move back to Forks, with my dad so suddenly.

We had stayed in sparse contact during my time in Forks, and when I returned to Phenoix just two months into my senior year, looking like zombie shit ran over. Twice. She wasted no time taking me under her wing again.

But it wasn't until Sarah started at our school two months later, from a small town in Texas, declaring that if she had to deal with another one of these fake baked, half brianed bitches that she'd fling her self into oncoming traffic, did our little group become whole.

She had slammed her 5 feet 8 inch frame through the doors of the cafateria on her very first day, dressed in tight jeans, a fitted black shirt and old worn cowboy boots, she seemed to have every guy in the places attention, not that she noticed. Her dark blue eyes scanned the place before landing on the table Gina and I, always sat at for lunch. Two seconds later she was flopping her self down across from us bitching about the brain dead skanks at our school, we've been friends ever since.

By the end of the day she was making plans for all of us to go out and find some good music to dance to, we both looked at her like she was crazy, it was a Tuesday night after all. She just rolled her eyes at us and told us we were eighteen and we were going.

At the time I had still pathetically been feeling sorry for myself after the Cullen's left me behind, but she would have none of that, told me the only way to move forward is to leave the past behind, and eventually that's what I did.

Not that I didn't still miss some of the Cullen's, but I knew I couldn't continue on the track I had been on. I would have ended up driving myself crazy with the what ifs.

They seemed to be endless.

It hadn't been nearly as hard as I had thought it would be once I set my mind to move on. I was thankful for her and Gina, everyday. Even now when she was glaring at me from the front seat.

It wasn't long until we were making our way off of the ferry, following closely behind the other vehicles. I felt my excitement spike knowing we weren't far from our distination now.

The drive from our home to South Padre island was only about 7 hours but it felt like a lifetime with how restless I had been feeling all day.

"We'll be there in five minutes cry baby." Sarah grumped from the passenger seat. I guess I had been whinning to much for her liking.

Less than five minutes later she was telling Gina to take a left into the drive way of a beautiful beach house. The sheer size of it shouldn't have surprised me but it did. I don't think I'll ever get used to the way her family lived.

There was only one other family I knew who lived like them, and I didn't really want to think about those assholes on my birthday weekend.

Sarah's family came from old money, mostly old oil money. They had three house's in Texas's alone, but several scattered across the U.S. and one in Mexico as well. They had more money than they knew what to do with and she was an only child, her parents spoiled her rotten. I don't think she had ever heard the word, no, in her life.

"Seriously this is where were crashing?" I looked away from the view of the beach house only to see Gina gaping at Sarah. Honestly she shouldn't have been surprised either, when we had all decided to room together for college, Sarah's parents actually bought us a house less than five minutes away from A&M University.

Told us they didn't want their girls to have to worry about anything but studying while we were in school, I think they were secretly happy that we would all be sticking together and even more happy that we were doing it in Texas, Sarah and her family had their roots there, she may have been an only child but she had 15 aunts and uncles and I don't even know how many cousins and they all lived spread out through the state of Texas.

Their family reunions were ridiculous.

Did I mention that they loved to spoil Sarah's friends too? Sarah's mom wanted a house full of children but after all of the complications she had delivering Sarah, more children just weren't in the cards for them. So she took in any child that came across her threshold, and treated them like her own, her father Henry was the same way.

They both reminded me so much of both Carlisle and Esme in that aspect, except I knew for a fact that they wouldn't just up and leave their family with out so much as a goodbye.

So maybe I ways just a little bitter?

Eh, just a little, but you would be too if you were left behind like a pet fucking fish.

Just saying.

"Yep, what do you think, B? This will be our home for the next two days!" Sarah exclaimed, jumping out of her seat without waiting for an answer.

I just rolled my eyes and hopped out along with her grabbing my bag from the back of the car, Gina followed my lead, finally shutting her mouth long enough to turn the car off and join me at the back of the jeep.

"We need to get a move on it girls, we're losing daylight." Sarah shouted back to us as she made her way into the house.

Gina picked up the speed, while I trailed lazily behind her enjoying how the last of the sun light reflected off of the beautiful blue water, inhaling as much of water infused air as possible.

I couldn't stop the small smile that graced my face as I realized how much my dad would have loved the feel of this place. It was times like this when I missed him the most.

It was two days after my graduation from high school that I got the call, he had been found on the side of the road, from what they could tell he was checking something out when a car came around the curve and hit him head on. By the time someone found him it had been too late, and they had never caught the driver of the car either.

I still wonder to this day what would have made him stop in the middle of the road like that by himself to check something out. It had been dark, and the door to his cruiser was left wide open, the car still running, the impact he had sustained from the oncoming vehichle had knocked him almost 15 feet behind his cruiser.

The doctors say he died on impact, which made it only slightly easier to bury my father at such a young age. At least he hadn't suffered. I had been in denial for awhile when I had first got the call from Billy, my dad's lifelong best friend, I had just seen him the day before, he had flown up for my graduation and we had made plans for me to come down for a couple of weeks before I headed to Texas to get settled in for school.

Our relationship had grown after the Cullen's left, he had seen me through those first couple of weeks after they had gone, and even in my nearly comatose state of mind, I seen how much seeing me like that was hurting him, it made me realize just how much my stoic father, so much like myself, loved me.

And I missed him everyday.

I still had the house that he left me, that I'd only visited once since his passing. I never had the heart to move any of his things, to pack it up or sell it. I didn't have the heart to spend the money from his retirement fund and life insurance policey either.

I used a little from the money he left to keep the house up, and pay the property taxes and insurance. I have it cleaned once a month, but I still don't have the heart to sell it, it was all of Charlie that I had left.

"Get your ass in here, Swan!" I was brought out of my thoughts by Sarah's shouted demand.

Looking around I noticed that all of the light posts around the beach had kicked on, the sun had finished fading leaving the sky a dark blue. I could faintly see the beginnings of a few stars, and I knew they'd be shinning brightly in no time.

There was nothing like a Texas sky at night.

Turning tail I made my way inside, the smell of something cooking brought my empty stomach back to life reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat since my early morning pop tart.

I might have drooled a little when I saw all the makings for fajitas spread out on the marble island in the middle of the kitchen. I smiled at the sight of Sarah and Gina dancing around to the light music playing in the back ground.

"Bought time woman! Thought we were going to have to eat all this food without you." I smiled at Sarah's impatience.

"Its my birthday and I'll sightsee if I want too!" I excused.

Sarah and Gina, both, gave me identical eye rolls but it was Sarah who spoke up, "You can't use that excuse every time you want to get away with something."

Gina snorted then before shooting back, "I don't know why, when your birthday comes around we have to hear that excuse the week before, week of, and week after your birthday."

I laughed at the mock indignition that lit up Sarah's face, "Lies, all lies!"

We all laughed at that, knowing it was true. All though she might deny this to her dieing day, Sarah was spoiled rotten, and was used to getting her way, especially for her birthday.

After the laughter died down she rolled her eyes at us, "Alright bitches, lets eat, so we can all get ready! I want us all to be well on our way to being drunk by the time midnight rolls around, no one should ring in there 21st sober."

It was already closing in on nine, so we dug into our food, making quick work of cleaning the kitchen, the house had 5 bedrooms, and 3 and a half bathrooms, so we didn't have to wait around for our turn with the shower and after Sarah showed me the room that would be mine for the next two nights I made quick work of hopping into the shower.

By 10:30 I was nudging my feet into my favorite red cowboy boots and applying a light lip gloss. Although I had changed when it came to shying away from all make up and pretty clothes, I still wasn't the kind of girl who caked on the make up and wore tops that I was hanging out of.

The place we were going tonight was right off of the beach and casual, my kind of place exactly. I wasn't one for clubs really, I'd rather a decent bar with a dance floor any day. And I knew I wouldn't feel out of place in my jean shorts and black tank top. They fit my curves like a second skin but besides a small patch of skin where my shirt would sometimes ride up from my shorts nothing else was showing.

And they made my ass and legs look great.

I had taken up running the summer before my first semister in college mostly to work on my coordination and to burn off a little steam. Which it always did, but it also left my legs looking amazing.

You have to use what you got.

I checked myself in the mirror once more, running my fingers through my long hair one more time, noticing how it feel down my back in long choppy layers, the natural curls making it thick and shinny in the bright light of the bathroom, and you could see the natural red tones stand out, but I knew once I was out of the harsh light of the bathroom, my dark hair would blend into the dark color of my tank.

Deeming myself good enough I grabbed my I.D. and some cash, shoving it in my pocket, along with my cell phone, there was no way I'd be responsible for a purse tonight. I didn't drink often but I was planning on letting loose and having a little fun tonight. I had been working hard between studying, doing freelance work, and writing my book and tonight I just wanted to have a little fun.

A beer was shoved in my hand as soon as I turned the corner entering the living room. They were both dressed similar to me, jean shorts and tank tops, Sarah had on her own boots while Gina wore flip flops to match her green shirt.

"You look hot girl!" Sarah cheered.

"Yeah, B, you ready to head out? The place were going is just a five minute walk from here." Gina was already up throwing away her empty bottle before I had a chance to answer.

I was happy that it took a lot more to make me blush these days, so instead I just smiled under their praise, quickly finishing off my beer before grabbing another for the walk over.

They cheered me on as a chugged half of the second one down, "What," I laughed. "I still have almost an hour before I'll be able to buy my first legal drink."

They laughed at that, knowing just as well as I do that none of us have had any problems getting drinks in the past.

"Here." Sarah, turned handing me a key with the security code taped on the top if it. "Just incase any of us meets someone!"

I laughed rolling my eyes. "Yeah because I'm totally the one night stand kind of girl."

She rolled her eyes right back, "Well maybe if you'd get some you wouldn't be so cranky all the time!"

"Its my birthday and I'll be cranky if I want too!" I cried out, laughing at the face she pulled at my words.

"Come on girls lets go!" Gina laughed out.

A couple of minutes later sounds of the beach club floated up the beach to us and the anxious feeling I had been ignoring the past few hours hit me full forced.

I had actually been feeling like this the last few days, but the feeling had only increased the closer we got to the island. I didn't know what was coming but it felt like something big.

I only hoped it was something good.

The thumping bass of the music getting louder drew me out of my confused thoughts and I looked up to see that we were only about 100 feet away from the beach club, they had tons of people everywhere, some in bikinis and trunks, some dressed much like us in shorts and tanks. I felt comfortable immediately taking in the dressed down crowd.

After showing our I.D.'s to the guy at the door, Sarah pushed her way to the bar ordering us three beers. She knew I was going to need a couple of more before they were going to get me out on the dance floor.

Just as I was finishing up my third beer of the night, Sarah and Gina, both grabbed each a hand pulling me to the bar, and before I could ask what the hell was wrong with them Sarah was digging in my front pocket pulling out my ID, just as a bartender made his way to us.

He was handsome but not quite my type, these days I liked my boys a little more on the manly side, and a lot less on the pretty side.

"What can I get you ladies?" He smiled, what I'm sure was supposed to be a charming, seductive smile, while making no attempts at hiding the fact that he was checking me out.

Before I could shoot off a smartass comment at his cocky behavior, Sarah was slamming my ID onto the bar, "Its 12:01 and this lady here is officially 21, we'd like a round of patron!"

I grinned catching on, "Make that three shots each!" I laughed.

My girls cheered on both sides of me while the bartender smiled another one of those annoying smiles at me while checking out my drivers license. "Well Isabella, how about on the house?"

I grimaced at the offer, hoping he didn't think because he was offering me drinks that I'd be offering him anything later, that had happened one to many times to count. I mean seriously didn't guys know that if a girl was into you and went home with you it wasn't because you bought them a drink at the bar.

"You don't have to do that." I assured, attempting a smile.

"Oh come on! Let me be the first one to buy you a drink for your birthday, It would be my honor!" He smiled.

I caught both Sarah and Gina rolling their eyes at him out of the corner of my eye, but smiled at him nonetheless. "What the hell why not!"

He smiled before producing nine shot glasses, filling them all up with Patron. Me, Sarah, and Gina all reached for the first shot knocking it back right away.

The second one Gina toasted "To the birthday girl!"

The third shot Sarah toasted "To getting the birthday girl wasted!"

I had started feeling the three beers plus the shots by then and I couldn't help the flirt that came out in me when I was a little drunk, hopping up on the bottom ledge of the bar I leaned over laying a kiss on the cheek of our bartender, before giving him a cheeky smile in thanks.

I laughed when I saw his checks turn a slight red at the interaction. Sarah ordered us another round of beers before pulling me out toward the back door.

"They have a bunch of fires going on out there and dance floors too." Sarah explained.

Like I cared, the warmth of the alcohol was making its way through my body I felt totally relaxed, she could have been dragging me to jump out of a plane and I would have been cool with that too.

We stopped by one of the larger fires, where they had some fun dance music blarring and flagged down one of the shot girls buying three, we toasted for the third and final time the same toast we had toasted for their previous 21st birthdays, "To doing 21 right!" We cheered slamming down our shots.

The burn in my throat hadn't even passed when I heard a gasp follow by a startled "BELLA!"

And before I could even react I felt too cold arms wrap around my waist hugging me tightly.