BPOV

I knew something was coming... more so, someone was coming. I had been hearing about it since June...so really there was no way that I couldn't know about the monumental event. Especially, being reminded every five minutes - it was like my own personal Google alert, but about something that I couldn't care less about. Cullen this, Cullen that, - I swear if I hear that damn name one more time I'm going to literally vomit. Now even my dear best friend Emmett couldn't stop going on about how Cullen and the rest of the clan were coming back to Forks.

I could hear the building excitement in his voice, "Can you believe it Bella, they're coming back!" If I was going to sit through another ode to the greatness of the Cullens I was going to need a stronger drink.

As I lounged across my ridiculously lavish and comfortable bed, I retorted, "Honestly, I couldn't give a shit. You, and everyone else in this fucking town have been going on about how the freakin fantastic Cullens are coming back. No offense, but I wasn't here when they left, so forgive me if I'm not worshiping the ground they walk on."

"Jeez, come on Swan. You know them," he casually threw back at me, stretching across the teal chaise lounge.

"Just because you pointed out this Cullen kid once while they were visiting last summer and you talk to him on the phone, like every day, doesn't mean I know who he is. The way you're acting I would think he's your boyfriend or something", I snorted back in a half laugh.

"No, princess. Although, I think a lot of guys around here would probably go gay for Cullen", he sweetly smiled and batted his eyelashes at me.

He paused, waiting to see if this had registered with me...apparently it had not, because he continued making sure that I had made the conenction. "Alright, look, your parents are dear friends with Edward Cullen's step-mother, Esme Hale Cullen. She married Edward's dad, Dr. Carlisle Cullen....are you following me thus far?" He looked over at me, waiting for my response. I slowly nodded my head, only partially paying attention and trying not to wince at every fucking exaggerated Cullen comment. "Esme's been one of your mom's best friends since they've basically been in diapers. You're friends with her children....Rose and Jasper....they're twins, in case you forgot and in case you didn't put two and two together, they are also Edward's step-siblings," he continued - I was further getting annoyed with his little breakdown of the players in the Cullen household. "Have you literally not listened to anything your mother has told you?"

"I listen..." I started to say, defensively, while taking a swig from my glass, "it's just, sometimes I get a bit distracted and tend to tune out."

I looked into my now emptied martini glass, making sure here was nothing left before continuing, "And I haven't talked to Rose in forever. We just kinda lost touch when she came to live with her dad. And then when I finally knew she was going back to Beverly Hills, I came to this." As I finished, I stretched my hands out like a Price is Right girl showing off a new car, with some disgust in my mouth.

"Come on, it isn't that bad - you like Forks. It's not like you are living in a box on the street," he said as he rolled his eyes at me searching for his drink on the floor.

"Might as well be," I said as he threw a pillow, hard, at me.

I've been living in Forks since my freshman year of high school. My parents insisted we move back to where things were simpler and as they say, "not so flashy" - even though they are the ones who loved every indulgence LA had to offer. Both of them grew up here; they were high school sweethearts, both coming from, let's just say financially secure backgrounds. Both found Forks too boring for them when they were younger and after college married and moved to LA, where my father was and is a big time real estate developer and my mother, a very successful artist/actress - they now spend a lot of time jetting back and forth between the two cities. They both indulged me in whatever my little heart desired, i had what I wanted, when I wanted it. I had the life everyone dreamed of - the Hollywood parties, the famous friends, I was THE it girl...and then, they moved my ass here.

"You live in the biggest estate in Forks, shit!" he said again rolling his eyes at me. "Well, I know you've been slumming it since you got here, but you've been having a fucking good time. We might not have any of the fancy Hollywood premieres and clubs, but we've got everything else and plenty of it."

Which was true; Forks mostly did have all the same things that LA did, except for the nightlife and the shopping, which I missed. Now, I have to actively plan a trip to get new clothes, instead of just hoping in the car and driving down to Rodeo or Melrose. People made things to do here, since money wasn't really a problem for most. Whatever anyone wanted, it was taken care of and quickly. But I really did miss actually going out, instead of just going to someone's house.

I threw the pillow back at him as he closed his eyes about to take a sip of his seven and seven, "Second biggest now, stupid Cullens taking all my glory," I said with the most sarcastic tone I could muster.

"Oh, such a tough life you're living. And you almost spilled my drink, so not cool!" I flashed him an angelic look, which automatically meant I was off the hook; no one could hold a grudge when I did that. I played up my innocence when I needed to and always got away with it. "Like your living the toughest life on Earth; all you do is sit around, getting fucked up, and fucking whomever you like," I retorted.

"I know," he said with a sly grin on his face, "I love my life. I'm not the one complaining." And he did; he enjoyed every minute.

Emmett ruled the school, star quarterback, prom king, homecoming king...you name every distinguished stupid title a high school could give out and he had it. He and Alice were what you would call the elite of the elite; they were at the top of the top of the social hierarchy - everyone wanted to be them or wanted to fuck 'em. When I came to Forks High, they readily welcomed me into their group, which was apparently hard to get into. It used to be Cullen, Alice, Jasper, Rose, and Emmett, but when his dad married their mom and moved away, I filled one of those coveted spots; the others have yet to be filled, but have been attempted by many.

"Bella! Your fucking phone is going off, again, I'm sick and tired of hearing that damn Milkshake song playing over and over again. Call Alice!" my dad yelled from downstairs.

"Shit," I said to myself, "I'll be right down to get it dad, thanks."

I signaled Emmett to follow, but he was too comfortable or drunk to get up from where he was sitting, so he just laid there. I walked down the rosewood staircase that opened into the foyer searching for my phone in my Chanel. It was all the way at the bottom, so by the time I finally found my phone, it had stopped ringing. Three missed calls, what's so important? I headed back up the stairs, dialing Alice in the process. "What's goin on, why'd you call me a million times?"

I could almost hear the gears turning in her head, making sure that she only called me three times, "Just for the record, I only called you three times, not a million," she clarified.

"Stop being so fucking literal, what's up?" I responded, laughing a little at how she got so bent out of shape over the smallest things.

"Welll," she answered, "as you know, I'm having my annual pre-pre-first day party, and you and Emmet aren't here yet. So, I was wondering... where the fuck are you?"

All of a sudden it dawned on me. "Shit! I totally forgot , we'll be there in 20! I'll drag Emmett's ass up and well be there asap. See you soon bitch!' I hung up the phone and briskly walked up the stairs, just not too fast, though, seeing as how I already had two and a half martini's since I woke up and no breakfast. "Emmett, get your ass up, we have Alice's party, which we were supposed to be at, like, an hour ago. So, get up, your blocking my closet since you moved my damn couch so you could see the TV better".

He looked at me, then the time, and didn't move, "You know the party doesn't really start until we get there, so what's the hurry?" he replied causally.

"Well, I told Alice we'd be there in 20, so let's go."

She had always been there whenever I needed her, at the drop of a hat, since the first day I moved to Forks. We were instantly inseparable, so I always felt bad when I wasn't there when I told her I would be. If it were anyone else, including my own family, it wouldn't have mattered if I were late and I wouldn't have cared, but since it was Alice; I felt guilty.

He still didn't move, so I attempted to push the couch, but it took all of my weight to just move it an inch. He laughed at my lack of strength. I glared at Emmett, and this time he finally got up; moving the couch with ease so I could at least get into my walk-in closet. Show off. I scanned my closet searching for something appropriate to wear. I wish I had one of those outfit chooser computers, like the kind Cher had in Clueless. I would love that! I made a metal note to ask mom to see if they actually make those and try to get one for Christmas. I finally found what I was looking for, a barely there royal blue bikini and a bright yellow eyelet button up shirt. I belted it in the middle, making it into a makeshift dress, and buttoned the middle two buttons, leaving everything else open.

I could see Emmet attempting to watch my reflection in my mirror, but I didn't care, let him get a peak. I knew he was always interested, but nothing ever really happened. Well, nothing that I really thought counted - some drunken kisses and groping when we were younger, but nothing more. I looked in the mirror. The dark blue looked great against my alabaster skin and the cut of the bikini highlighted my 34Cs. I took the braid out of my hair, making my shoulder length, dark brown hair look like I had just gone to the beach giving me some waves, put some mascara and lipgloss on, grabbed my Dolce aviators and headed out - dragging Emmett with me on the way.