*Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I'm just borrowing and playing with her characters.*

Most of the first two chapters may seem familiar if you've been reading this. Sorry, but I changed and added some things.

Also, almost all of places mentioned are not mine but things I've enjoyed.

Chapter 1

Bella's POV

It is Friday and I'm sitting at my desk staring at my computer clock. Just two more hours and then I'm free. Two whole hours. Okay maybe a little more than two hours.

"Dammit." I sigh and look back to the tiny stack of papers that I'll just end up taking home with me for the weekend.

Friday night to Saturday afternoon is my favorite time of the week. It is great because I will meet up with my two best friends, Alice and Rose, eat pizza and hang out like in those cheesy girl movie sleepovers. Okay maybe not exactly like those cheesy chick movies but basically. It's the time when we can be Bella, Alice, and Rose. We can bond and come up with life changing realizations and ideas. Another added bonus is that I'm not Barbie Bella, Club Bella, or Work Bella. I didn't have to dress up, wear make-up, or have my hair done. I can eat pizza with my hands and have hot oil and cheese on my face and not have to worry about my make-up or even more terrifying, Alice giving me the eye for my make-up or hair or whatever.

Bliss…

I glance at the clock again.

Crap.

I'm not going to make it. It's only been a half hour since I last looked at the clock. I groan. I've gotta keep myself busy then time will fly and I'll be out of here at six. Maybe I can fake an emergency author meeting? No. I'm going to be a good editor. I'm going to do my work so I won't have to do anything this weekend. Besides, I think I've already used that excuse last Friday to leave early. Damn, I really should make a note of those excuses so that I don't accidentally repeat them.

Shaking away daydreams of Regina's pizza, I get up and stretch. I've been sitting in the same position for over an hour and I could feel it. I'm going to be sore. I was thankful that I was just wearing jeans and a shirt. I can't imagine if I was wearing Alice's version 'professional' clothes. Tonight, I don't have to worry about these clothes being wrinkled or Alice muttering about my clothes being wrinkled. I know the jeans and shirt look isn't very professional according to some offices but I could wear it if I wasn't meeting with the bigwigs otherwise known as my boss's bosses. As I'm stretching, there's a knock on my opened door.

"Hey, Bella, you got a minute?" asked Mike coming into my office with a handful of papers. My eyes scan the room and seeing no alternative I nod.

"How are you? I haven't seen you for awhile." He stalled.

"Mike. Spit it out. What's up?" I asked hoping that he'll cut to the chase. He cleared his throat and looked at my neat desk, "Um, I heard that you finished editing your manuscripts and I was wondering if you could help me with one of mine?" He rushed. I shake my head.

"Mike. Why don't you just take it home and finish it?"

"Well, I would but I'm kinda planning a weekend with Jess and you know…" He dropped off and chuckled sheepishly. Glad that he wasn't asking me out again and that he and Jess were getting more serious, I grab the manuscript from him.

"Oh, yeah, sure. No problem. You guys are great together. How's it going?" I smiled trying not to sound too relieved.

From the first day I started at this publishing house, he had been flirting with me. It wasn't until I had found out that Jess had a crush on him that I was rid of his endless, not so subtle hints. Jess is one of the receptionists in the building. In the beginning, I had thought she was too rude to be someone that greeted the clients or people but I found out that it was due to the Mike's interest in me. But it was during one of those life-changing Friday nights that we (being Rose and Alice) came up with a genius plan. After moaning again about the pain in the neck that was Mike, Alice and Rose drew up semi-detailed plans where I pushed Mike and Jess together while diverting the attention from me. I haven't seen him in a few weeks and had heard from the office gossip that they were still going strong.

He was still going on about their plans for the weekend when I nodded and waved him to stop. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Well, have fun. But don't get use to this. Next time you plan a weekend make sure you finish your work early." He nodded, said thanks and left. I looked at the manuscript. It was an athlete's biography that was meant for the middle school crowd. Well, I guess I'm going to have to work now that I've got this favor to do. Stretching just a bit more, I settle into my chair and begin reading the draft.

Before long the telltale sounds of people shuffling around shakes me out of my work. Damn, hunched over again. I've got to stop working like this before I end up humpbacked. I stood up and stretched. Glancing at the clock, I see that I have enough time to get on the T and meet the girls in line. I grab my stuff and rush out of the building. The last couple of weekends were rainy but today it's finally nice outside. It is late spring; warm enough that you didn't need a jacket but cool enough that you weren't sweating. Damn, that means everyone and their moms are going to be out tonight. True to nice weather and Friday nights, the train was crowded with people.

While it's not the closest stop, I get off at the Aquarium and walk over to Regina's. I do it because I love the area. It's always nice. You have the harbor and a park on one side and restaurants on the other. Also, the walk is only about twenty minutes. As I round the last corner, I see the quickly forming already long line.

I smile. We always met in the long line of Regina Pizza. The place is kind of a dive but the pizza is famous. It is all those great adjectives. Crispy, hot, fresh, and delicious doesn't even begin to describe the pizza. We first went there because it was one of those things you have to do when you go to Boston. You go to the North End and eat a Regina's pizza from the ORIGINAL shop. Now, the original shop is important because all the other branches don't have the secret whatever and their pizzas can't really hold a candle. Then you walk arou nd, have a gelato and people watch. We did this every Friday night during college because not only was it delicious but it was also cheap. It was part of the tradition: we meet after work at half past six in line and chat away in rain, shine, or snow until we get inside; have awesome pizza; pay the bill; and then onto our next destination. Before we could legally drink, our 'next destination' was to go a gelateria or bakery, have dessert, and people watch. After we were legal, we'd stop off at the neighborhood liquor store and pick up fuel before heading back to our place for a girls' night. Of course, if any of us had a date or something we couldn't shake, we would just postpone the whole sisterhood debauchery thing until the following night. This was the unsaid pact and we rarely broke it. Even after we graduated, we all stayed in Boston and continued the tradition of meeting up every Friday night. Friday nights were Girls' Night. Saturday nights were club or date night. And Sunday nights were our personal nights.

I remember trying to explain this to my mother one day. She couldn't seem to 'understand why young, attractive, eligible girls would waste a perfect Friday night when they could go on a date instead'. I had to explain to her that Friday nights were about the Girls with a capital "G" to bond and strengthen our friendship and sisterhood. The tradition started during college after we all took a women's studies class. So she suggested that we do the bonding thing on a Sunday during brunch 'or something' but at the time, Sundays were reserved for recovering from the weekend, cramming and doing schoolwork. Hey, we were in college. Who studies on Friday or Saturday?

My eyes scan for Alice or Rose in the line. They always seem to get there before I did no matter what. Well then again, Rose did work somewhat close by in the Financial District and Alice had a super flexible schedule. As I get closer, I spot Alice waving me over. They were behind what seems to be three groups. I walked over.

"Finally! Yay, we're all together" said Alice bouncing. I laughed. It was hard not to when hanging out with Alice. Her excitement and attitude are infectious and always lifted your shoulders.

"Alice, you saw Rose and me this morning before we left for work." I said, giving each of them a hug. Rose rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed look. Probably wondering why I even comment on her excitement anymore.

"I know. But I told you. Something great is going to happen. I just feel it in my gut." Rose laughed. I grinned. She had been having 'feelings' for a couple days now. And when Alice gets these feelings, she's usually spot on. The only thing was when and what. Last time she had 'feelings', we ended up being at the right place at the right time and winning an awesome cruise for two to the Caribbean. She spoke to the prize people and got a third ticket. It was an awesome week of fun, sun, and in Rose and Alice's case, shopping.

"Speaking of guts, mine is starving. God, this line is long. Why is it always so long?" Rose whined.

"I know. Why do we still come here? We could be going to a nice restaurant where we could have real plates, cloths, and napkins." Alice said.

"And we wouldn't have to be smushed with strangers." Rose added. I sigh and look at them. Long lines never bothered me but Alice and Rose would never stand for it with the exception of here. However, they still complained about it. It was part of tradition.

"You guys get that out of your systems then?" I asked. They looked at me and arched their brows. "Fine" I sigh, knowing that I have to say my part of the conversation. I waved my arms dramatically and yelled, "You guys know why we come here every Friday!" I pause for dramatics, "for the yummy, delicious, ooey-gooey, crispy, mouth-watering pizza and nothing more!" I quickly turn to and pound my fist against the brick wall. When I turned back, I couldn't keep my blush or grin from breaking through my suppose-to-be-serious face. I avoid other people's gazes and focus on Alice and Rose, waiting approval for my performance in the tradition. Rose was nodding.

"It was good, Bella. Dramatic." I rolled my eyes.

"Duh."

"Are you really getting tired of the ritual?" Alice asked me seriously. I looked at her.

"You know I'd never get tired of the ritual, even though it embarrasses me to no end." I answer.

"Well, are you getting bored? Do you think we should do something different?" I looked at Alice and then glance at Rose. She just raised her eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders, and returned to looking at the diminishing groups in front of us.

"Why do you want to do something different?" I asked hoping that she didn't.

"No, I love Regina's. This is permanent. Where would I get my favorite pizza? But I was thinking after eating, instead of buying booze and heading back to our place, we could go to a bar." Before I could cut her off, she adds, "not a bar where you would have to dress up." I stare at her. Alice is about my height but that was the only physical similarity we shared. While she has the body and grace of a professional ballet dancer, I was normal sized and awkward. And while she looked weak and fragile, she was actually tough. There was no way I was going to win this argument. Once Alice got an idea, it was happening. I sigh accepting my fate.

"Do I have a choice? What does Rose want?" I asked looking over. Shaking my head, who am I kidding? Rose loves going out. Of course, she probably already agreed. "Fine, but you promise I don't have to do anything special. And you're not going to Barbie Bella me." I said holding out my pinky to her and Rose. Alice stopped whatever she was about to argue and nodded.

"Fine. But I can't believe you're making us pinky promise." She pouted taking my pinky in hers. Rose rolled her eyes and took my other pinky. I smiled relieved. Okay, so not too bad. I still get my pizza and hopefully low maintenance night. I smile and bounce just a little bit. Rose raises her brow.

"What's up?" she asks.

"I don't know. I feel excited. Maybe Alice is rubbing off on me." I joked. Before she could say anything else, someone called for our group.