A/N: Hey all! So this was a random story idea that me and my sis came up with one late night. It is really funny (or so I think) and I hope you do to.

I won't waste time so Steph owns, I just laugh and play.

See you below :)

BPOV

We all laughed loudly over the music. I don't know what we were laughing at but it was hilarious. This was round…seven of tequila shots for me and the girls. We were painting the town, me and my two best friends, Rosalie and Alice. It had been a long last week of finals and we wanted to celebrate. And celebrate we did. We hit up our favorite club until we were two shots away from getting kicked out. We finally left laughing our asses off. We stepped outside into the backstreet and I pulled out my pack of Marlboro Lights special blend passing them around. Lighting up I took a long drag and then looked around the street. I only smoked when I drank and I have drank a lot tonight. Down the alley and across the street was the back of City hall. They were inducting the new mayor tonight.

"Edward fucking Cullen." I said and pointed to City Hall.

Alice and Rose turned so quickly they both nearly fell over. They were straining their necks for a good look. No one was outside though. What were they looking at?

"I bet he is in there." I said and took another draw of my cig. It felt good.

"Where is he?" Rosalie asked and started towards the street. "I want him in my bed at night. He is so fucking gorgeous."

"NO!" Alice screamed loudly and threw her cigarette at Rosalie. "I want him for myself. You can't have him."

"Screw you two bitches." I said around my cig. "He is mine and there is nothing you two can do about it."

The infamous Edward Cullen. Eldest son of the new mayor, Carlisle Cullen. He was so delicious. Bronze sex hair-that means hair that looks like he just had some rough sexing-mesmerizing green eyes, long slender fingers that I have had so many dreams about being on me, in me. I have an entire dirty photo album saved on my laptop of various pictures of Edward Cullen. Waving, licking his lips, button fly jeans on his crotch. Yum…

"I bet he is in there." I said and narrowed my eyes at all of the limos along the back side of City Hall.

"Let's kidnap him." Rosalie said and walked closer to the end of alley way. I followed closer behind her. Alice was right on my heels.

"I think we can do it." Alice said in agreement.

"Where will we put him?" I asked curiously.

"My basement." Alice answered and Rosalie gasped loudly.

"That will totally work." Rose was totally on board. And where was I?

I was walking the gangway. "Let's do this."

I groaned and sat up slowly. My head. Oh my dear god! My head was killing me. My mouth tasted like ape shit and my head, did I mention that it was hurting? I tried to sit completely straight up but there was something on top of me.

I groaned and felt my stomach twist. Barely opening my eyes I looked down and saw Rosalie's head lying on my stomach. Her mouth was hanging open and there was drool running down her cheek onto my dress. I groaned and felt my stomach twist tighter this time.

"Shit." I grumbled and shoved Rosalie's head off of me. We were lying on the floor and I nearly tripped over Alice's torso as I ran towards the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I screamed louder and heaved over the toilet. Oh never again…I will never put a glass of tequila to my mouth ever, ever again!

After my entire body shaking and emptying into the toilet I stood up and moved to the sink. I washed my face and rinsed out my mouth. Squinting I looked into the mirror and saw a purplish mark on my forehead. Where the hell did that come from?

I rubbed it slightly and winced when it hurt. So it was a bruise. I thought for a moment it might have been from a marker. It wouldn't be the first time my friends have graffiti my face after I fell asleep.

There is no telling what happened to my head. I shrugged and blinked a little as I stumbled out of the bathroom and towards Alice's bedroom. They could stay on the floor if they wanted. I was going to the bed. I sighed and started towards her room when I felt my foot skim over something. I looked down and saw the red sequined dress that Rosalie had on last night. Glancing towards the living room I saw her lying nearly on top of Alice in nothing but her underwear. What the fuck happened when we got back here last night?

Looking back down at the dress I saw a roll of duct tape stretching out over the floor. It led all the way to the basement door. What the...

I followed the line of duct tape and pushed open the door. The line of tape was cut off at the top stair and the lights on. The roll of duct tape was laying at the bottom of the steps. Oh my god…

I ran down the steps and picked up the tape and stared at it. One of Alice's fake nails was attached to it. Oh god. I remembered this.

"Shit!" Alice screamed loudly. "This fucker just ripped off my nail."

"Just shut up and put the tape over his mouth!" Rose shouted.

I rubbed my forehead remembering that I got hit then. No. No fucking way.

I looked up and looked over to my left where the washer and dryer sat. There was a chair pushed against the washer and there in the chair was Edward fucking Cullen. His mouth was covered with duct tape, there were bras hooked together twisted around his ankles and his hands were pinned behind his back.

"The fuck…" I hissed between my teeth thinking that this was some drunken mental image or something.

His eyes were piercing me and I felt like I was going to vomit again. I screamed loudly and ran to the top of the stairs. Slamming the door shut behind me I ran into the living room screaming.

"Get up!" I screamed loudly and kicked Alice's feet. "Get the fuck up now!"

Rosalie groaned something weird. And Alice rolled over and glared at me until her glare turned to Rosalie who was lying on top of her.

"GET. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!" I screamed louder at them and started pacing around the living room. We didn't do it. We didn't kidnap him. No. It was all a drunken blur. Why would we kidnap him? How the hell did we succeed? He was at fucking City Hall surrounded my cops. Oh. My. God. We are going to jail.

"Our asses are going to be in jail. I'm gonna have to shower in front of twenty women everyday and I am going to become some fat lady, Helga's bitch! Get your ass up! Now!"

"What is she mumbling about?" Rosalie stuttered and rolled over.

"Shit!" I squealed loudly and sat down on the floor rocking back and forth. This was bad. This was so bad. What the hell are we going to do? We kidnapped the mayor's son on the eve of his induction. "Shit!"

"Get your naked ass off of me." Alice said and shoved Rosalie over. She just hummed and curled up around the foot of the coffee table.

We are going to jail. I am going to be locked up forever. This is going to be bad. My dad is a cop. This will ruin him. Seattle's Chief of Police's daughter imprisoned for kidnapping the mayor's son. I can see it now. That would suck hairy balls for my dad to have to be the one to arrest me. Suck big sweaty hairy balls.

"Why the hell is she naked?" Alice asked and looked at me questioningly as I rocked back and forth shaking from fear. I might puke again. "What's wrong with you? Do you have alcohol poisoning? Do I need to call an ambulance?"

" NO!" I screamed in a high pitch voice. "Don't call anyone. Don't call an ambulance. Don't call the police. Don't call the Pizza delivery guy. Just unplug the phones."

"What is wrong with you?" She asked in annoyance. Alice was always annoyed after a night of drinking.

I took a calming deep breath and unfolded my arms and legs until I was stretched out. I took another deep breath and looked back at Alice. "Alice…don't freak out. But Edward Cullen is in your basement."

She laughed and even Rosalie chuckled lightly. "Bella that's ridiculous he can't be-" Then she cut off quickly and her face went blank.

I saw it register in her eyes before she shouted, "FUCK!"

Her and Rosalie were both up at the same time running to the basement door. They were nearly tripping over each other to get there and when Rosalie reached the door first Alice grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back making her scream loudly. I followed them slowly down the hall as they clabbered down the stairs like a pack of mules. I heard when they stopped. I could hear him screaming around the duct tape. They both cursed loudly and came running back up the stairs. Rosalie slammed the door just as Alice escaped. Quickly Alice grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and slid it against the door knob.

"Alice that's not going to work!" I said and pointed at the door. "The door opens outward. It will just push the chair away."

"Shit right." She screamed and looked around the floor. Her eyes brightened a little as she looked down at the strip of duct tape across the floor. She ripped it up and quickly smoothed it across the door jam.

With a nod she wiped her hands and said, "That should hold him."

"He's tied up! He can't go anywhere." I screamed at her like she was completely mental. At this point, I think we all three are mental. Yeah…that can work to our advantage. If we tell the court we are all crazy they will let us go.

Rosalie snickered causing us both to look at her. "He was totally checking me out just then."

A/N: Every time I read this chapter I laugh and I know it's lame to laugh at your own jokes but eh…who cares.

Leave me some love. Hope you liked this short chapter. They get longer I promise but drop me a quick review and tune into next chapter to see what happened during a blur of Tequilla.

*KRay*