AN: I'm trying a new recipe. Try a taste.

Story: You and Me, Frankly

Author: yourbookjunkie

Chapter:Girls and Gigglefits

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Drama

Characters: Alice, Angela, Bella, Carlisle, Charlie, Edward, Esme

Word Count: 4,412

Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything Twilight. That right belongs to the Stephenie Meyer.

"This rememo is set for home
It's personal but they need to know
I'm overdue another round,
To gain control and take me down
You're all tied up as you should be
And I'll be cutting out naturally
Dripping beards as cold as jail
And the motherfuckers gonna go to hell"

Rememo: Kings of Leon

Edward

I stared out the window. I had never been to a place that I despised before I had even been there but there's a first for everything, right? Forks, Washington was even worse than I had expected. Just entering town, I wanted to hurl on the green of the scenery. It was like reading a fairy tale, unreal. I'd never seen so much green. Toto, I don't think we are in Illinois anymore.

The town was small, I had googled it when I first found out that I'd be moving there. The population was a mere three thousand, two hundred and twenty one people. Chicago's population was over two million. This whole moving idea was fucking insane. The town is probably only inhabited by old hags and geezers. Great.

The drive with Alice, Carlisle and Esme was worse than the fucking flight. We sat in the most pathetic and awkward silence. And my parents thought this would be the best thing for me? Well, they were wrong. But really, what else is new? Alice, beside me, was so giddy I could've sworn she was on uppers. I wanted to open her lid and release the pressure inside so she'd stop with all her fucking movement. I was still hung over from the night before and definitely not in the mood for this shit.

Carlisle was the most silent, while Esme quietly hummed to herself. I'll admit that so far, Esme was definitely my favorite. She had a pretty nice voice and wasn't a fucking bouncy ball. She looked a lot like my mother, Elizabeth, which isn't surprising since Esme is her younger sister. The big difference between them was Esme was a whole lot more compassionate. Though, that's not saying much since my mom is a heinous alcoholic bitch.

Carlisle reminded me a lot of my dad. Not in his looks, but in his self righteous attitude. Maybe, it was just because I didn't know him very well but I wasn't willing to risk it. In my book, he was a fucking asshole, just like Edward Sr. Carlisle is a younger version of my father. He was the same successful jackass with a different career. I'm sure they got along quite well.

The only word to describe Alice is insane. I don't think I've met someone so energetic and enthusiastic. I'd love to see her with my parents. That good aspect of life would disappear the moment my mom slapped the smile of her fucking face. Her black hair was spiked out in every direction and if I had to guess, I'd say she was a fashion guru. Everything she wore was brand name and it all looked new. That was the first thing I'd noticed when I met her. It wasn't hard to tell she was given everything she wanted. Pity gifts from her dear, adoptive parents, Momma Esme and Daddy Carlisle.

Alice had been adopted four years ago when Esme found out she was sterile, which in my eyes, isn't a bad thing, no children means no hassle. She had been in a separated ward because of her intense dreams that she had claimed to be "visions." Esme sent us a letter saying how it was love at first sight, and that Alice was the best thing that could've happened to her.

Personally, I would be fine if Alice wasn't in my life.

"That's our school!" Alice exclaimed as we passed a cluster of small buildings.

Holy shit. It's not even all in one building? What kind of town can't afford a fucking school building? Oh, that's right. Forks, fucking Washington.

"That's… neat," I muttered, unenthusiastically.

I heard Esme laugh lightly. "I promise, it's not as bad is it looks."

I nodded, knowing that she was trying to give me false hope. Everything is how it looks. Alice looks like a freak, she is one. Carlisle looks like an emotionless ass, he is one. Esme looks like a kindhearted person, she is one. I looked like a guy who has been sent from his home unwillingly, only to be put in a miniscule town that wasn't a part of modern civilization, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I was.

*

Alice was quick to yank me from the car and pull me inside. She said that she wanted to be the one to give me the door. She may have been really annoying but her smile was so fucking genuine that it made my teeth hurt.

First we travelled around the first floor. All the furniture was very modern. Everything was black, white or blue. The living room had a big screen television that was calling to me. The leather sofa looked uncomfortable and stiff. But the walls that were covered in pictures made the room more relaxed. I saw Alice's school picture, and one of their whole family. I saw my school picture from the year before and a picture of my father and my mother. There were no pictures of the three of us. Not since I was eight.

The kitchen was less modern but every appliance looked unused. I would definitely change that. I wouldn't get into culinary school but I definitely knew my way around the kitchen.

When we first entered the dining room, I almost shit my pants. There were no walls. Well, there were but they were made out of glass. People could see into the room. Note to self: Never come to get a snack at night or when I am naked.

Alice laughed at my expression. "I thought the same thing, when I first came here," she whispered.

"Dude, no wonder they never use the fucking kitchen. I wouldn't want to make dinner when I had to eat in this room, either."

She frowned at me but didn't say anything as she led me up the stairs. There were tons of doors. I counted at least seven. Her room was first.

Her walls were painted gold, but it was barely seen either because they put on a light coat or that was the natural color. Her bed was fucking huge and it made me realize how tired I really was. She had a massive closet, which shouldn't have surprised me after seeing her wardrobe but it did. It was filled too, there was no room left with all of her shoes, hats and weird scarf things.

We walked down the hall and she pointed out rooms to me. Esme and Carlisle's room was two doors down from hers and Carlisle's study was across the hall from their room. My room was the one farthest down the hall. It pleased me that I had space away from them all. The bathroom was on the corner beside my room. Hopefully that meant I would get to use it first in the morning because just looking at Alice you could tell it took her more than ten minutes to shower.

Alice walked with me to my new room and blabbed on about Forks High. Speaking of high, I could really use a joint.

"Edward," Alice snapped, "Are you even listening to me?"

I shook my head and looked around the room for where Carlisle had put my luggage.

Alice huffed and pounced on my bed. "It's in the closet," she sighed.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Yeah, yeah. Now, will you listen?"

I shook my head as a reply and turned my attention to emptying my bags of its contents. Everything was as I had left it, thank fucking God, they hadn't messed with my shit. I hated when my stuff when messing after a trip. Fucking airlines.

Alice offered to help and I accepted hoping that after we finished she would leave and I could go to bed. I was fucking tired and I'm sure my eyes showed that fact. The last time I had looked in the mirror, the purple shadows beneath my eyes were barely there but with my small doses of sleep in the past two weeks, I'm sure the bags were more prominent.

We finished quickly. It was easier to block out what she was saying after we hooked up my iPod to its dock. Alice was actually pretty funny, frustratingly annoying but I still had to give her credit for her sarcastic comments. I found out a few things about her while I slipped in and out of paying attention.

Her best friend had moved her just a few months before me. Her boyfriend's name was Jasper Hale and he had a twin sister, who was "prettier than any model, ever." After seeing my thoughtful look at that point, she stuck out her tongue and told me that Rosalie was already taken. She was a "shopaholic." She hates rap music and she said she knows I will end up liking Forks. As she said it, she tapped the temple of her forehead. I snorted and lay down in my bed.

"Bella and Angela are coming by later tonight to work on a project, you should meet them," she said as she stood in the doorway.

I rolled my eyes and gave her a dismissive wave.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep, which was out of the ordinary but I was too exhausted to think anything of it.

*

I woke up abruptly to the sound of giggling. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

"He's freaking hot," a girlish voice exclaimed.

I smirked beneath the blankets.

"Oh please, that's disgusting, he's practically my cousin." Alice gagged.

My cheek felt the wrath of my teeth as I clamped down to keep from laughing at their chatter.

"I wonder what color his eyes are," the newest voice sounded like a chorus of bells. I couldn't help but wonder how it would sound screaming out my name. My smirk grew bigger as I pictured it.

"Let's go get some work done, I don't want to have to work on this project all week," Alice groaned.

"I wouldn't mind if he was here when I came back," someone murmured.

I couldn't help but laugh. My hand clapped to my mouth as I threw the covers off of my head, so that they covered my waist as I continued chuckling.

"Evening, ladies," I smirked.

Alice started giggling. Her friends stared wide-eyed and blushed. The girl that sat beside Alice was pretty but not my usual type. Her hair was brown and cut at her shoulders. Her glasses reminded me of Sarah Palin. The girl was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt that hid her body well. She was extremely skinny, I probably could've wrapped my hand around her arm, no problem, and that fact was a major turn off. I liked my women with a bit of meat.

The third girl was blushing like mad. Her face was so fucking red that it looked like a cherry. I wondered if someone had popped her cherry. Her hair was long and sleek. It looked so fucking soft, it took a lot of effort not to reach out and tangle my fingers in it. She looked so nervous as she saw me look at her that she used her hair to cover her face, like a veil. She was petite but not nearly as skinny as the girl who sat beside Alice. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. She looked fucking adorable.

"Edward, this is Angela," she pointed to the girl who sat beside her, the too skinny girl, "and this is my best friend, Bella," my gazed turned back to the shy girl.

Her hair fell from her eyes and I saw her eyes. I was glad I had a blanket covering me because the hard on I had just gained would be really fucking noticeable if it hadn't been there. Bella, the Italian word had nothing on this girl, she was more than beautiful. Her eyes were so brown that I wanted to drown in them. They reminded me of chocolate. Her eyelashes were long and thick. They framed her eyes nicely. Her ivory skin was tinted in the fading red of her blush.

I smiled at her and the blush came back. Her gaze darted to the floor. God, my whole perspective of women had just changed. None of the blonde bimbos that I'd had before would suffice.

"Well, Esme will have dinner ready soon. So put on a nice outfit. We are going to go and work on project now," Alice said.

"Bye, girls," I smiled and gave Bella a wink.

She blushed and scurried from the room.

I knew right then that I needed Bella. She was so fucking shy and innocent that she begged to be corrupted. And I, Edward Cullen, was just the man to fuck up that purity.

Bella

Charlie was home when I pulled up to the house. I was still debating on what to make for dinner but Charlie was about to finalize the decision.

The door creaked as it opened. "Bells?" My dad's voice came from the living room.

I rolled my eyes, who else would it be? "Yeah, it's me, dad."

I dropped my bag off at the staircase. "What time are you going over to the Cullen place, Bells?"

The clock on the television said 3:07. I knew it wouldn't be long before Alice called me, badgering me about when I'd be over. She had been texting me all day, begging for some form of gossip. I, being the shiest person on the face of the planet, had absolutely nothing to give her, which she pointed out. She hated missing school but today was important to her family. Her cousin, Edward, was moving in with her.

She said she'd only met him a few times before and when they'd visited his family in Chicago, he hadn't been exactly the nicest guy in the world. Alice was stubborn though. She was going to change him, at least she said she was. I wouldn't be surprised if she did though, I'd never bet against Alice.

"I'll have time to make dinner before I go," I answered.

He nodded, undeniably pleased with this news. Since I had moved in with Charlie I had learned two things about him: he had the emotional range of a teaspoon and he couldn't cook anything beside eggs and bacon.

"Do you want to have breakfast for dinner?" I asked as I made my way to the kitchen.

"Whatever you want to make, Bells," he replied.

How helpful, I sighed. "Okay, then I'm going to make salad."

He cleared his throat, "How about something a little more… flavored?"

I smiled at his reaction. "Okay, then how about we have teriyaki chicken and sweet potatoes?"

"Sounds good, Bells," he said before I heard the volume of the game increase.

That was Charlie's way of subtly letting me know that he was done with the abysmal chitchat.

I pulled everything I needed from the fridge and began my routine of housemaid. I didn't mind most of the time. Charlie and I weren't emotional people; at least, we weren't ones to show it. I had definitely gained that from his genes. I had also gained my brown eyes and my distaste for parties. It had only been a few months since I had moved from Arizona to this tiny town of Forks but I was already starting to like it better.

I didn't like the weather or the fact that there were only three restaurants in town but I liked the actuality that it was small and everyone knew each other. I liked how quickly I was able to make friends. And Alice was one of the best. Sure, she was eccentric and the complete opposite of me but she helped bring me out of my shell. Whenever I was with her, I was more comfortable and able to say what I actually felt, instead of conforming. She and Angela were my closest friends, thus far and I was happy. Angela was shy like me; it had been Alice that had gotten us all together in the first place. Now, we were inseparable.

Renee and Charlie couldn't have been more pleased. My mother was beginning to think that I was incapable of finding a friend that was my age. She had always said that I was born thirty years old and was getting older as the years continued on. I had to agree with that. I was raised to be more adult than my erratic mother. She had never really grown up. She wasn't the best mother, but she tried and loved me as much as anyone possibly could. I still remember her experiments in the kitchen and her weekly boyfriends. Renee wasn't a tramp but she definitely had her fair share of men. That was until she found "the one," or at least the man that she believed to be the one.

Phil was a minor league baseball player. He really wasn't that good. I couldn't even remember the name of the team he was on. But what really mattered to me was he took good care of Renee. She was happy with him and that was what was most important to me. She had someone to take care of her when I wasn't there anymore. Phil was nice enough. He was kind to us both and he loved my mom dearly.

I had moved in with Charlie so that they could be together more. Since Phil was a baseball player, he travelled a lot. I came to Forks so that Renee could go with him, instead of staying behind with me. No matter how she tried to hide it, I saw the look on her face every time Phil left. Staying behind made her unhappy. I would do anything to keep Renee happy and if that meant moving to the wettest place in the continental US, then I would do it. I had years to find my own happiness, it was time to give my mom hers.

I was pulled from my thoughts as my pocket began to buzz. Alice was getting a jump on things today.

"Hello?" I answered.

"When are you getting over here?" she practically shouted in my ear.

"I'm making dinner, so whenever I'm done," I answered.

"Angela's on her way. So, get your ass over here as soon as you're done," she demanded.

"Sure, Alice. I'll be over soon," I said, smiling at her activeness.

"Ciao Bella!"

I closed the phone and pulled plates from the cupboard. "Char—Dad, dinner's ready," I called.

"Coming," he grumbled.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, per usual. "How was school?" he asked as he finished his sweet potato.

"It was fine," I responded lamely.

"That's good. Make sure you are home by eleven, okay, Bells?"

"Okay, dad."

He put his dish in the sink and walked back to the couch, beer in hand. I rolled my eyes and took a final bite of chicken before putting my plate with Charlie's.

I grabbed my school bag and kissed Charlie's head as I walked out to my truck.

My truck was ancient and the best present ever. It was a red Chevy from the early 1950's. Charlie had gotten it for me as a "welcome home" gift. He bought it off of his best friend, Billy. It was one of those trucks that had no need to be totaled because there wasn't a single dent, which was good because of my uncanny ability to fall flat on my face all the time. I was not only a shy person but I was clumsy too. I was the whole nerd package.

I dialed Alice's number before starting the truck.

"Belllllla!" Angela's voice rang through the phone.

"Hey, Ang. What are you and Alice doing?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway and down the street.

"Nothing, but I want to be watching Edward sleep," she sighed.

I heard Alice groaned and a thwack. "He's my cousin!"

"He's freaking hot, Alice!" she defended.

I giggled at them. "Bella, hurry up and get here, I can't handle much more of Angie's comments about him."

"I'm on my way," I replied.

"Come on in when you get here. Esme went to the store and Carlisle has the night shift tonight."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Bye," she said before she hung up.

I closed the phone and threw it in my bag.

Angela was never that forward about guys. Edward must have been a knock out. I wasn't sure what he looked like. Alice hadn't said anything about his features, just his personality. Esme showed me some pictures of him as a kid but I couldn't picture him grown up. He had been a cute little kid. His parents were beautiful. I heard that they weren't what they looked like; things were never what they seemed.

I pulled up to the Cullen house and smiled at the familiarity. I had been there so many times that I could've driven there in my sleep. The exterior was more than beautiful. It was aged and worn but it was charming. The white of the shingles was fading and dilapidated but it added to the unique essence of the house. It was huge, that was the Cullen style—elaborate.

I stepped into the house and was greeted by the scent of Esme's homemade cookies. She was boss when it came to being a housewife.

Alice's room was fancy. She told me it had taken her weeks to decide what color to paint it but she had decided on gold because of its elegance. I had to admit she was right, it was like something out of a magazine. I was jealous, but not in a maddening way. Compared to my room hers was like the White House. My walls were dingy and light blue. They hadn't been repainted since Renee and Charlie had moved into it when I was a baby.

Ang and Alice sat on her bed, surrounded in clothes. They were arguing over what, I wasn't sure because as soon as they saw me, they shut up. My eyebrow quirked as I looked at them suspiciously.

"Hi, Bells," Ang started.

"What were you guys arguing about?"

"Nothing, never mind," she turned her attention back to Alice, "Now that she's here can we please go look at him?"

Alice sighed then rolled herself off the bed and walked out of the room, followed quickly by Angela and myself.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Edward's room!" Angela all but squealed.

Alice opened the door quietly and sat down in the doorway. I followed suit, my brow tied in confusion.

"Why are we here? This is creepy!" I whispered.

"Angela is becoming obsessed with him. I thought I'd get it out of her system," Alice replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Or maybe, you're just fueling the flame," I snickered.

She groaned and started to pick at her perfect nails.

I looked up to Edward. His chest was moving up and down slowly, his breathing steady with sleep. His hair was the only feature of him that I had a good vision of. It was messing and dark. It was a reddish brown color, almost a bronze. It was unique. He rolled over and that's when I saw his entire face. His cheeks were angular. His lips were puffy, in an almost pout as he slept. I questioned how they would feel against my own. His eyes were shut but I could see the large purple shadows beneath his lids that were being caressed by his long lashes. His skin was a faded ivory, much like mine. Only he was nothing like me, he was beautiful, the definition of the word. And here I was Plain Jane Bella.

"He's so freaking hot!" Angela exclaimed.

Edward rustled slightly, pulling the covers over his head, and I turned and gave Ang a pointed looked. Then turned my gaze back to Edward's sleeping form.

"I wonder what color his eyes are," I murmured.

Alice groaned. "Let's go get some work done, I don't want to have to work on this project all week."

"I wouldn't mind if he was here when I came back," Angela sighed.

I snickered and was joined by a masculine laugh. Edward abruptly threw the covers over his head and smirked at us. I saw his eyes. A piercing green that made my heart stutter and my knees give way even as I sat on the ground. He looked Angela and I over. I used my hair as a shield, veiling it in front of my face as it turned a disgusting shade of red.

"Edward, this is Angela," Alice said, pointing to Angela. "and this is my best friend, Bella," she shifted her gaze to me, and so did Edward.

The hair from my eyes and he gave me a small smile. It was more exquisite than I had imagined. I felt my breathing halt as I stared at the Adonis in front of me.

"Well, Esme will have dinner ready soon. So put on a nice outfit. We are going to go and work on project now," Alice said to him.

"Bye, girls," Edward smirked and then winked at me.

He actually winked at me. Bella Swan. My mouth fell open and I quickly left, hoping to hide my blush.

Angela excused herself to the bathroom as Alice glared at me. We returned to her room in a huff.

"You are going to fall so hard, Bella Swan," she said knowingly.

I couldn't argue with that. I could see by the look in his ivy eyes that it wasn't just ivy, it was poison ivy. There was more to Edward Cullen than what meets the eye. I wasn't sure yet whether that was good or bad but I had been taught to expect the best from people.

Maybe Edward Cullen wasn't as bad as Alice said or as he looked.

Maybe he'd take an interest in me.

Maybe he'd take care of me.

… Yeah and maybe tomorrow I'd turn into Pamela Anderson.

I groaned and fell face forward on Alice's bed.

"I doubt he's as bad as he seems," she whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes. "Things are never as they seem."

There was one thing I knew though. Edward Cullen was going to make me or break me.

AN: What's the worst place you've ever been to?