My first FanFic!!! Be nice lol. I really enjoyed others' stories and decided to make my own!! Hope y'all enjoy it. Please review, if you feel so inclined!

Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight, or any affiliated characters.... including Edward.. :'( But Stephenie Meyer does!

Beautiful Disaster

Chapter One.

Ugh. I felt disgusting. How could I have let things go so far? All that work, all that progress made, all to end up like this. I stared at the enemy, trying to convince myself that I could win; that I could just walk away, and it would all be over. That if I would just fight harder, this cold, pale, life-sucking creature would not control me. But only one part of me was fighting, and a small part at that. The other, overpowering, weaker part--that part was winning. I succumbed, and let the white monster staring me down have its way with me.

"Bella? You in there? I think break is over," my best friend and co-worker, Rosalie, called. It was Saturday night, and we were at the Washington State University library. Neither of us was a big studier tho; we just worked there. Rose and I had been best friends since we were twelve, and our whole friendship was secured in the fact that we were completely different from one another. You know that saying "opposites attract"? That's Rosalie and me. She was beyond beautiful with her long, naturally highlighted blond hair; deep, crystal-clear, blue eyes; a body most women--including myself--would kill for; and a fashion sense any Gossip Girl would envy. I, on the other hand, had shoulder-length brown hair that would curl occasionally (planets aligning usually had something to do with it), brown eyes as deep and clear as a puddle of mud, and an average body at best. To my credit, however, my T-shirt collection was the envy of many a frat boy and/or thrift store junkie.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Rose standing there with a gigantic smile illuminating her already glowing face.

"Whats with you?" I asked tentatively. This look was usually associated with one of two things: shopping, or guys. And since she had already had her fill of shopping (for today), I assumed we owed the smile to the latter.

"Emmett called me!" she beamed. "He wants to take me out next Friday!"
At that, I broke into my own smile. Although we were finishing up our senior year in college, we jumped up and down and squealed like high school girls. Our girlish display of excitement was promptly met with hushes from patrons and crude comments to shut some hole somewhere on our person. We acquiesced, with effort, and moved to a less populated area of the library.

"Oh my gosh! When did this happen?" I whispered, still grasping her hand in excitement.

"While you were in the bathroom! What took you so long, by the way?" Rose asked.

"Oh, um..." I struggled to come up with an answer. As much as I loved Rose, I wasn't ready to tell her the secret I had fought so hard to keep. "I had Mexican for lunch. You know what those beans do to me." I smiled sheepishly, praying she wouldn't see past my lame excuse. She eyed me warily for a second, but then, remembering her current good news, got swept away in the excitement.

"Oh my gosh, Bella, I am so ... so... ugh I could just pee my pants I'm so excited!" Her already enormous smile seemed to grow as she spoke. "I've like him for son long--I just can't believe he finally noticed me!"

I rolled my eyes at the thought of anyone--guy or girl--not noticing her.
"Of course he noticed you, Rose! Look at you! Anyone with a pulse can't help but look your way!" I couldn't understand what she didn't see in herself. I was about to wander into the labyrinth of self-pity and insecurity when Rose let out another excitement-filled squeal. "So where are you guys going? What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she answered. "He wanted to keep it a surprise." She said the last part as if she was Sleeping Beauty and he was the handsome prince come to rescue her. In a way, though, he was. As beautiful as she was, Rosalie had never had a boyfriend. Part of it was her attitude; even if she liked a guy, she tended to act very standoffish and come across stuck-up. Another reason was that, deny as she might, she was extremely intimidating--a tall, blond, super-model-like woman...who wouldn't be intimidated? The only other person I could think to be more intimidating would be Emmett. He was a bear of a man, towering over most, well above six feet tall. He was pure muscle; someone you wanted on your side of a fight. However, with his dark, curly hair and boyish looks, he was really just a big kid. A big kid with a tendency to make inappropriate comments.

We spent the nrest of the night giggling and talking about all the aspects of the date: where they might go, what she would wear, what he would wear, if it would be a double date, etc. Before we knew it, our shift was over and it was time to go home. "Home" was a tiny apartment I shared with my other best friends, Alice and Angela, about ten minutes away from campus.
As Rose and I walked to our cars, hers a red convertible, mine a classic red Chevy, I sighed. Yet another thing to add to the list of "How Rosalie and Bella are Exact Opposites."

I drove home slowly; not because I wanted to, or even because I like to, but because I had to. As much as I loved Mike--yes, I named my car; he's my baby!--he definitely had some issues. One of those issues was his inability to surpass forty-five miles per hour. But that was rarely a problem.

About two minutes after leaving work, another one of Mike's issues reared its ugly head: the tendency to die without warning.

"Oh no, no, no! C'mon, baby! Just five more miles!" I yelled to the dash. "You can do it, Mike, come on!" No luck. After taking a look under the hood (purely for show; I have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to cars), I decided to call it quits and call Alice to come and get me.

I reached in my front pocket for my cell. Then my back pocket...front...back. After a frantic search through all my pockets, my purse, the car, and the surrounding area, I realized I had left my phone on my night-table, charging.

"Are you serious?!" I asked no one in particular. "I suppose now it will just start raining!" I looked up into the sky, expectant. Nothing. Not a single drop. Weird, I thought. Usually in the movies they don't even finish their sentence before the storm of the century rains down on them. Huh. Guess I'm not movie material.

I turned the hazards on in the car and continued to contemplate my potential shortcomings as a movie star. About five minutes in, however, I was interrupted by a car pulling up in front of me. As it slowed to a stop, I noticed it was a beautiful, shiny, silver Volvo.

Hmm...I thought. Looks expen-- my thoughts were cut short as the most beautiful--no, Godlike creature I had ever laid eyes upon walked my way. My jaw dropped.

"Need some help?" He asked.

....drop….......drop….....drop…..drop…drop......

A/N: Hey! Hope you like the rain at the end.. thats what that 'drop...drop' is supposed to be lol. Anyways, sorry this chapter doesnt really have a ton going on; I thought some background info would be good. I'm not sure if I'll do multiple POVs, I guess we'll all just have to wait and see :) So, until told otherwise, you can just assume its Bella's POV. The next couple of chapters will probably be similar, but with more dialogue... and more Edward! hehe. So anyways, hope you liked it!! Thanks for reading!! PLEASE, make my day and REVIEW!! I'll take all the help/encouragement I can get! :)

---Megs.