In The Blink of an Eye

BOYS WILL BE BOYS

EPOV

"No," I said politely.

"Edward, seriously, you probably haven't been to a party since we left college. And just to think that you were the life of it every single time.

"EDDIE BOO," said the booming voice in the most awful imitation of a female voice.

"Emmett, STOP! Seriously Jasper, I think that once the real world hits you, you're kind of stuck in it. At least that's what happened to me. Every time I see a foolish teenager in an ambulance, I thank 'cheezus (thou shall not use God's name in vain ;) that it never happened to us."

"At least you didn't black out as much as I did!" Ha, Emmett had a sense of humor. The last time I had blacked out, I'd found the most sought after girl spooning with me. Naked. I remember grabbing my shorts and running out the door. The next day, she'd found me and returned to me all of my belonging. "Btw, I like your taste in underwear," was the last thing she ever said to me. And to think that I was merely a sophomore in college. I swore off of beer games that involved getting trashed quickly right after that incident.

"I still don't understand why you ran away from the most beautiful girl ever known to man kind. And to think that you even got to get some from her. I don't understand why you never again wanted to play 'Edward 40-hands,' after all, it was YOUR game." Jasper never let me live down that I resigned my position as King of Edward 40-hands. Everyone always complimented me on how I was able to sit still and douse both 40 oz beers within record time.

"I would've stopped playing that after the first time if I were you Jasper. I clearly remember your urge to go to the bathroom during your first beer." Revenge was sweet.

"HAHAHA! YOU PEED YOUR PANTS MAN! EVERYONE REMEMBERS THAT! I THINK I STILL HAVE A COPY OF THE PICTURE," always count on Emmett for backup.

"Edward, I really don't see why you have to make a scene. Just come with us. It's Alice and roomies house warming party. She'll kill me if I don't go. Please, how many times have I covered your ass when you wanted to ditch a chick?" He had a point. I owed him… A LOT.

"Fine. But you're still covering my ass when drunk, barely dressed women try to jump me." And with that I knew that I had basically set myself up for an unforgettable night. Someone, wild nights in which we made asses out of ourselves always created the best of memories. After all, I still remember our house warming party. I locked myself in my room for 3 hours, when I came out there were red cups everywhere and a girl walked by asking for glue to fix her broken heel. The things you see people do.

The booming voice shook me out of my trance, "YAY! Edward don't worry, we'll find you some yarn and an empty room so that you can sit and knit!"

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BPOV

"Rosalie, seriously, if you don't get over yourself, you'll never find that 'perfect' boyfriend you're looking for."

"Bella, seriously, if he doesn't love me just the way I am, I don't see how we could be 'perfect' for one another," Rosalie chipped in.

The truth was, after breaking up with her last boyfriend, she'd been spending a lot of time shopping and in front of a mirror. It really didn't help at all to know that she was partly heart-broken. Royce had been the illusion of a perfect man. He was tall, lean, handsome and wealthy. Not only that but Rose claimed that he "fulfilled" some of her needs. Never did I really want to know what she meant by that. The truth was, I myself had never been in a stable position. One, I'd had two boyfriends, both of which I regretted having shortly after the relationship started. It's not that I was afraid of a kiss or two, or getting to second base nonetheless. Sex before marriage as a sin had never really been drilled into my head growing up, so I was okay with it. I think the fact that my parents had split up and made so many mistakes when they had me, made me prone to being afraid of commitment.

"Rose baby, who needs men? You've got me and Alice here to satisfy 'every pleasure' you may ever want." With that I winked, sending all of us into hysterics.

Let me clear something up, I'm not lesbian, but hell, I'd rather be single than spend life with idioti all around me. I was happy to be able to drool over hotties all around without feeling guilt. As a matter of fact, Alice was now making her way back to us… except that there was a handsomely tall blonde guy following her. I swear, he could tower over her, but he had an expression on his face that I couldn't quite read. Was he under Alice's charm?

With a wink, Alice began…. To be Alice. "Ladies, this is Jasper. Jasper, say hello to my best friends." Jasper, that's a nice name. Yet Alice's words had me laughing quietly. Was he whipped already? It was then that I noticed how her eyes sparkled, I knew at that moment that this fella in front of me had to be different.

"Hello, I'm Jasper. You two must be Rosalie and Bella. It's nice to finally meet you." I swear, he was trying to make a good impression, but he'd already won me over, it was Rose he had to worry about. With that she began her questionnaire.

"Are you single, Jasper?"

"I don't know for how much longer, Rosalie right?" Was he serious? I bet they'd just met and he already wanted Alice to be his GIRLFRIEND. Wow. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw bubbly Alice ready to jump him and kiss him, right then and there.

"Call me Rose, you've earned it. Anyways, where do you work, assuming you do?" She was letting him call her Rose, right away? He was charming. I was getting a really good vibe from him. He would most definitely be the topic and cause for our all-nighter tonight. I can already see Alice rambling on about how great of a guy he is.

"I am Vice-President of the company my family is co-owners of." Impressive. He was also a good "catch." Not that it mattered whether they were wealthy or not, Cheezus knows how I hate it when people spend money on me. But Alice sure loved to spend and be spent on. But just looking into my best friend's eyes made me feel happy, happy for her because I knew she was beyond thrilled. I think that's when I began to hope that one day, I could be as happy as my ever cheerful friend.