So, new story. Not like anything I've done before. I'm so out of my league....

I've selected non-Twilight Actors/actresses for the following: Bella, Edward, Alice, Rosalie. You can see who I've picked by visting my Polyvore page. Link on profile.

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Chapter 1 - Nice Comeback Hannah Montana

(Bella's point of view.)

I exited the dressing room, exhausted from practice. After dancing for two hours straight, I was ready to just lie down, relax, and hang out with my boyfriend, Emmett McCarty.

Due to my daydreaming, I bumped into my worst enemy. Edward Anthony Cullen. I was carrying a few textbooks, as I had been studying on the subway before I had to dance. My text books and duffel bag spilled on the floor, along with the sweater hanging on my arm. Edward, being his jerk self, hadn't fallen over and he was chuckling.

"Yeah, nice one, Cullen." I scoffed.

"Looks like the ugly duckling still hasn't turned into a swan. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend," Edward said

"Whatever." I retorted.

"Nice comeback, Hannah Montana."

And then, Edward walked off, waiting outside the door frame.

"Wh-what? The almighty Edward Cullen needs help with his dancing?" I asked, faking shock.

"No. I have my testing earlier than you do." Edward answered defensively.

"Riiiight. And your sister isn't my best friend. Well, see you tonight at dinner!"

I turned around and walked away, running down the stairs. I spotted a bright yellow Porsche and immediately knew who was waiting for me.

Alice Cullen. My best friend. And the sister of my worst enemy. She was like my sister. You'd think growing up in New York, a majorly over-populated city, that it'd be easy to make friends. But nobody wanted to be friends with the plain girl with frizzy, uncontrollable hair who, unlike every other girl, refused to wear the colour pink. Ever. They all wanted to be ballerinas, I wanted to be a scientist. They wore their hair in pigtails, I wore mine in a single ponytail. They could see perfect, I needed glasses.

Then my mom got me started dancing when I was eight. And I fell in love with the art. Ever since my first lesson I knew this was what I wanted for myself. I still had no friends, but I had something to work for, strive for.

Two years later, in Grade Five, the Cullens came to my school. Edward and Alice. Who both immediately fell into step with the popular kids, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie. And Frizzabella was born. My ever fitting nickname, well, at least, it was. You know the drill, torment, torment, torment, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, I got to go to a dance camp in California on a scholarship of course, and guess who else went? Edward Cullen. And his sister, who had to accompany him because her art camp got cancelled and her parents were visiting their friends in Prague. And guess who got assigned as my cabin-mate? Alice. We started out kind of not talking, and then she started a conversation with me when she was bored; it was real awkward at first, but after a half hour it was like we'd known each other forever.
Turns out Alice was really a year older than me, but she had gotten held back in Grade 2 because she wouldn't stop fidgeting, was constantly hyper, and drew clothing designs all over her assignments. She told me about how she loved fashion and one day hoped to go into it, and I talked about my dance dreams. Turns out she wasn't very good at dancing. And she kind of knew that I wasn't good at fashion. So we made a deal. And somewhere in between the second week of July and the first week of August, we became best friends. I taught her to pirouette, she taught me how to use the miracle that was a straightening iron. She started doing things to my clothes, altering them to look better. She dyed one of my shirts pink, but I wore it anyway. And when we got back to New York, I got contact lenses, Then she introduced me to all the popular kids. And they liked me.

And now I'm dating Emmett McCarty. And Alice and Jasper Hale are "subtly" flirting. Rosalie (Jasper's twin) is single, and likes it that way. And Edward is just...I'm not sure. I'm officially a senior at Manhattan High, a prestigious private school. Only partial scholarship this time, my Dad got promoted to Chief of the NYPD. Renee, my mother, got a divorce form my dad when I was nine, and moved to Florida for a while. Of course, Alice predicted that they would be together again a few years later. On the exact day she said that, but three years later, Renee came back and Charlie pretended it was no big deal. With Renee's cupcake store bringing a lot of cash, I got to go to the same school as my friends.

I walked over to the Porsche, where Alice was chatting with a particualy cute guy. See, The Cullens, well, all my friends really, had these cars that just screamed for attention. And with a girl as pretty as Alice at the wheel...you get the picture.

"Yep. It's a 911 Turbo. I saw one while my family was in Italy and fell in love," Alice was explaining.

Italy. I remember that trip. Edward got all suicidal and tried to jump off a bridge but Alice and I jacked a car (yellow Porsche) and stopped him right as he was about to jump. He got a whole lot of profanity from both of us. Back when we still liked each other. I don't know how or why, but me and Edward used to be friends. Everyone seemed to think that was had a thing for each other. I liked him, but i didn't dare tell anybody. Then over the summer we didn't talk, and he started acting different. And then he started going out with Jessica Stanley, a total whore. Who hated me. And then we just kind of developed this hatred for each other. I mean, he practically broke my heart, what else was I supposed to do? Tell Oprah?

"Ali! I didn't know you were going to wait for me!" I shouted, smiling.

"Oh, hey Bella. Ready to go?" Alice said, already in the driver's seat.

"Alice, I'm driving."

"Fiiiiiine." She whined

I got into the driver's side and in minutes we were stuck in a classic New York traffic jam.

"We've been waiting forever!" Alice complained.

"Alice, it's been five minutes," I said, rolling my eyes at her typical Alice style impatience.

"Ughh, when will this torment end?!" Alice groaned dramatically, jumping and hitting her head on the window when she heard a car honk.

"Seriously? You've lived here for what, six? Seven years now? And you still aren't used to that?"

"I come form a small town. In Washington. With a population of 3,000 people. It's not my fault."

"Whatever. Anyway, so did you get that guy's number. He was cute."

"No, you were just taking too long and I was bored."

"Well, sorry! You're brother tripped me in the hallway. Where are we going anyway?"

"The townhouse."

The townhouse was really two townhouses that had been renovated into one. It was four stories, Carlisle and Esme (Edward and Alice's parents) had the top floor, Alice had the third, Edward had the second, and the main floor was shared as a family space.

My apartment was a few blocks away, a little building on the outskirts of a rich neighbourhood. We'd originally lived by Tribecca, but made the move to the Manhattan/Upper East Side area when I started high school. Alice and I planned to share a dorm wherever we went to school. We already had picked out which colleges we would apply to, given each other our lists, and created one list that we photocopied and now had hung by our computers.

After about an hour, we had made it to the house. I parked the card and we got out. Esme was watering her flowerpts, which hung in baskets outside the window sills.

"Hi Alice. Oh, Bella! How nice to see you." Esme greeted, air-kissing both of us.

"Hey Mom," Alice chirped, walking up the steps.

"Hi Esme," I said, waving, before following Alice into the house.

From there we went into the kitchen, Alice pouring strawberries into a bowl while I poured sugar into another one. Alice used to pour the sugar, but she usually just ended up eating it, so we switched jobs. After we put the stuff away we took the food up to her floor, where we sat down on the couch in her living room.

"Hey, can I take a shower? I don't want to be all yucky on your couch." I asked.

"Mmhm. You know where everything is. When you come out I wanna show you some new sketches I drew for you." Alice answered, waving me away.

I got up and grabbed a fuzzy lime green towel before entering her pink bathroom. She had my favourite strawberry shampoo already on a shelf in her shower, along with at least ten more bottles under the sink. I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower, smiling as the warm water hit my skin.