This is my first fanfic story ever, so don't expect anything incredible. Just wanted to try how it works out. It's something I though would be nice to write about and I will continue the story if you guys like it and want more... Please review so I will know if it is totally boring and shitty, or if it's worth continuing!
Oh, and none of this is mine. Everything belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
BPOV
I pulled my hair down for the hundredth time tonight and then put it back up again. The frustration inside me was building unbearable. I had been struggling with my hair for the past two hours, and nothing tolerable had come out of it."Let's just face it, Bella, you are hopeless. Better just shave it all off", I muttered to myself, but not quietly enough. My big (literally, big) brother Emmett heard it and popped his head out of the bathroom, just to see me standing in the hallway with a comb in one hand and a can of hairspray in the other.
"Want some help with that?" He grinned and waved his hand with a shaver in it towards me, "I'm the hottest hairstylist in all Washington." I just rolled my eyes at him. Would he ever grow up, find a decent girl and move out? He was now 20 years old, with more experience on dumb-fucked bitches than Hugh Hefner himself had, and it looked like he was going to occupy the biggest room in the house for at least another twenty years. He probably still made mom wash his dirty underwear, and trust me, when I say dirty, I mean it. "Ha, ha, Em. How about you just let me punch you in the face? I bet it would actually make you look better." "Stop it, Bella", our mom interrupted. She came out of her room, putting on a necklace, "you two still fight as if you were in kindergarten."
"Oh, but isn't Emmett?" I smiled sweetly. "Bella", mom gave me a warning look. I turned to look at her. She was 42 years old but looked ten years younger. I compared her shiny auburn locks with mine, and wondered if I was a changeling. My dark brown hair hung lifeless around my face, which was, in one word, dull. I wasn't even pretty, let alone beautiful. My mom was gorgeous, my father was handsome, and I guess even Emmett was good-looking since all the girls were drooling over him, but I? I was one of those girls whose pictures people see in the yearbook and think "who the heck is that, I've never seen her before". It's not that I am ugly, but I just don't stand out from the crowd in any way. I have this fairly long, slighty curly brown hair, brown eyes, rather pale skin from spending all days inside, reading books, and simple features. I don't have a great smile or a dazzling body. My nose is small and slightly pointed, my mouth is regular-sized, and my lips are bitten. I am slim, but not bones-and-skin. I blush easily and don't talk when I don't need to. I am just plain ordinary. Average. Boring, even. Whereas my mom is the ultimate greek goddess with five million friends and my brother has a bunch of california hotties chasing him wherever he goes.
"Ready, everyone?" Charlie interrupted my thoughts. Dad, not Charlie. I was just so used to calling him Charlie, since we had lived separatedly for so long. My mom and dad had split up when Emmett and I were just kids, I hadn't even started school yet, and since then Charlie hadn't been around too much. He had always lived in Washington, and after the break-up mom, Em and I had moved down to Phoenix, Arizona where all of her family was. Surely we had seen Charlie during our mandatory summer visits, but that was about it. He never came to Phoenix and we never went to Forks unless we had to. And then, all of a sudden, for some weird, incomprehensible reason they had gotten back together almost a year ago, and the whole pack had moved back up to cold Washington. I didn't mind too much, there weren't any close friends of mine in Phoenix, and though I liked the warmth, the sun wasn't something I needed. I wasn't one to tan at the pool all day long, read Seventeen and get pedicures. And Emmett was just thrilled to explore the new territory, so he came along. Never mind he should have been applying to colleges and all that, no, he was more interested in the lady-front. Damn, I wouldn't be surprised if he, once he made it to college, were to major in women's studies.
"Yes, I'm just going to get my shoes", mom giggled and gave dad a peck. They had been like that the whole year. I have absolutely no idea what had gotten into them. "What, we're leaving? Like, now?" I asked, a little upset. Yes, I was dressed. Yes, I had put some makeup on. But no, I was not ready. My hair looked like a brood of mice had just spent a night there. "Bells, I told you guys we should be on the road by four. We're already running late." "Fuckety fuck", I hissed under my breath and started combing my hair like a madman. The attempt was condemned to fail. I gave up, my hair would never look good. Not if a magician worked on it. "Bella, your hair is just fine", mom assured. I doubted her. But oh well, who would be looking at me anyways? No one ever paid me attention, and I wasn't in any need of that, either. I would be there as their daughter, go through the mandatory "Hello, I'm Bella Swan" -greetings and then stand in a corner for the rest of the night, lost in my thoughts. That was my preferred way to spend a night like this.
EmPOV
I checked the time from my phone. 4:30. We were on our way to a wedding, some colleague of Charlie's. The only reason I promised to go along was because of the bridesmaids, and the guests. That was before mom told me who this colleague was. Apparently he was this post-middle-aged dude named Harry-something, who was getting married for the fourth time. I could only hope he liked younger women, or the night would be damned. I didn't even want to imagine the worst-case scenario... Bella and I sipping coca-cola in a corner, watching some grannies waltzing around with their balding husbands. So much for the hot bridesmaids. Well, I still had hope... Maybe this Harry was old, but if he also was filthy rich, there was always the chance for a twenty-something bride with the face and body of and angel. And the even-better friends, free to rock, roll and have a great time.
"Mom", Bella asked from next to me, "who's Harry marrying? Do we know her?" God bless Bella. She could be damn annoying at times, but she had just helped me a great deal by asking this question. I turned to look at mom, too. "Haven't I told you? Emmett, you remember Edward Cullen, you used to play football together as kids? And Bella, you were friends with his sister, Alice. So, Harry is marrying their aunt, Esme's older sister Amelia." I groaned quietly. So this was going to be a granny-wedding. I would be sipping coke with Bella, watching the waltz... Instead of having a beer at my friend James' party with a hot girl or two by my side. Score, Emmett. This is just perfect.
"Oh, Alice..." Bella said, her face lightened up. "She was always so nice. But I haven't seen her in so many years, not since the time I visited here and it was her birthday..." "She is a nice girl. And her brother Edward is quite the charmer", mom laughed. Great, I thought, a giggly friend of Bella's and her geeky mom-charmer brother. Good times. "You do remember Edward, don't you, Emmett? You used to be such good friends", she continued. I raised one eyebrow at her. "Mom, that was first grade." "Well, it will be good to see them again. It's been years since I talked to Esme. Charlie, have you had any contact at all with Carlisle?" She asked, referring to Edward and Alice's parents, dr. and mrs. Cullen. "Once in a while", Charlie replied, "but not in a few months. You know him and Billy aren't the greatest friends." Charlie's best friend, Billy Black, has some strange problems, one of them being Carlisle Cullen and his family, god knows why.
"I take it Billy isn't coming tonight?" Mom asked. "No... They have some other stuff going on, though Harry invited them too", Charlie assured. I personally had never liked Billy that much. He was Indian, or Native American, like we're supposed to say these days, and in my opinion, crazy. And his kid, Jacob, was a pain in the ass. "Good", Bella whispered. For once she agreed with me. She had always been really good friends with Jake, but lately he had been a little too interested in her, if you ask me. I was glad she didn't seem to like it, either, though Charlie constantly hoped for some sort of love affair to take place with those two. I wouldn't want that little dipshit groping my sister. Some dignity, please. I'd rather even that slimy Mike Newton be with her than Jacob Black. Okay, to be honest, I'd rather none of those overeager virgin boys be with her. I knew what they had in mind, damn, hadn't I been there too at some point? Well, if I had a say to that, they wouldn't be experiencing any of that stuff with my sister... I'm sure that blonde friend of Bella's, Jessica, would be more than happy to please the Newton kid. And Jake would just have to find someone else, or I'd beat him to the ground. Ha, being big and buff surely had its advantages. I laughed out loud and Bella turned to look at me. "Mental", she established. I laughed even harder, imagining me fighting with Jacob, the actual fight lasting only a few seconds, followed by him lying on the floor, unconscious. "If you only knew, sis."
BPOV
Emmett was still quietly chuckling next to me after breaking into a hysterical laughter a few minutes earlier, and I was just trailing away in my thoughts. Emmett was crazy, and I doubt I could ever learn to truly understand him. I have never been in love, and neither has Emmett. For me it means that I have yet to experience my first physical encounter with a boy. For Emmett it means having fun without any commitments, and with as many partners as possible. I couldn't even imagine doing something with a boy I did not have feelings for, but apparently there were girls who could – lots of girls who could. Every friday night there was a different pair of heels outside the door, and a different jacket hanging from the coat rack. Well, if that's what makes him happy…
"How far away is it?" He broke through my thoughts. "Is what?" I asked, confused. "The place where the wedding is being held, blonde." You could divide my IQ by five and it would still be more than any of your little friends'. "Not far. Only ten more minutes, I think. Right, Charlie?" Mom gave him the answer. I wasn't exactly jumping of joy to go to this wedding, but since mom wanted us there as a family, and I didn't have any other plans for the night… And it would be nice to see Alice. Alice Cullen. She used to be my best friend when we were still kids. Mom and Alice's mother Esme were good friends, and they used do everything together, dragging us along. After mom and dad's break-up and the move to Phoenix I didn't see Alice very often, only on a rare occasion when I came to spend a week or two during the summer to Forks. We always had fun though, and she was one of the very few really good friends I have ever had. I think the last time I saw her was when we were around fourteen… So, four years ago, with me just having turned eighteen last month. It had been her birthday then…
Flashback
"Have fun, kiddo", Charlie said goodbye as he dropped me off at the Cullens'. I swallowed hard. This was going to be interesting. I had never been very social, and I still wasn't, but Esme had invited me here and Charlie didn't want to let her down. Besides, Alice and I were friends, though we hadn't seen each other in almost two years. I took a step towards the front door, and another. What if they weren't any nice? What if all Alice's friends were these obnoxious, arrogant, bitchy girls that Phoenix was full of? I would have to endure it for a few hours until Charlie would come and pick me up. I took one step closer, and the door was opened with an excited, high-pitched scream. "Bella!" The next thing I knew, someone's arms were around me and I was wrapped in a tight hug. She let go of me, took a step back and then smiled. "You have grown taller than me!" Alice stated, still looking at me. "But other than that, you haven't changed at all. I missed you so much, Bella." Then she took my hand in hers and led me inside their luxurous house. Gee, I always knew Carlisle was a doctor and good at that, but this house…It was just incredible. I didn't have time to examine it more closely, because the next thing I knew, we were standing in a kitchen, and I saw Esme pulling something out of the oven. She turned to me and smiled widely. "Bella, how nice of you to come today, it's been such a long time since we saw you. Come here, honey", and with that she pulled me into a hug. I was almost in tears. They were so nice to me, it seemed like they actually had missed me. I had totally forgotten what it felt like to have real friends. "So, where are your other friends?" I asked Alice, though I wasn't at all eager to meet them. I felt like Alice and I had so much to talk about, and with others being there it would be impossible to spend time gossiping with her. "Oh…I hope you don't mind, but I told everyone else I got sick." She looked guilty. I stared at her, incredulously. "You WHAT?" "I'm sorry, Bella. I was just so excited to see you, and I didn't want anyone else to be here. I thought we could just have a fun night together like we used to when we were younger…" She smiled at me apologetically and my disbelieving little smile turned into a huge grin. "Alice Cullen, you are the best friend any girl could have!" This time it was me hugging her, and she giggled. "I have so much to tell you, I can't wait for you to hear about…"
End
We had spent the whole night together, laughing and talking and sharing secrets. It felt like we had never been apart, and when Charlie came to pick me up, it was too soon. He had let me spend the night there and we had stayed awake the whole night… The very next day I had had to leave to go back to Phoenix, and though we had promised to stay in touch, swore to visit each other all the time… Well, time goes by fast, and after a few hasty e-mails we hadn't really had any contact at all. I had skipped my next summer's mandatory Charlie visit due to him being so busy at work (Charlie is the chief of police here in Forks), and after that I didn't even think about letting Alice know I was in town… It had only been two years, but it felt like forever and at sixteen, I thought I would not have much in common with a girl I had been friends with so long time ago. Now I was excited to see her. Even if she were totally different, it would be nice to see how she had turned out. And Esme, it would be good to see her too. To me, she had always been more like a big sister than a mom of Alice's. I hadn't seen Carlisle or Edward the last time I was there, and from what I remembered from the times I was younger, Carlisle had always been nice to us girls, but he had spent a lot of time at the hospital, so I never really got to know him that well. And as for Edward, he had always been the annoying older brother, just a tad nicer than Emmett. They had been friends, too, with their favorite hobby being "let's-make-the-little-girls-cry". It had been a very succesful hobby, featuring many ugly faces and a few scary stories. I laughed at the memories that had once made me cry.
"Here we are", said Charlie cheerfully as he parked the car on the side of the road. The wedding was held at some rented country club, and there were quite many guests, judging from the amount of cars parked around. "Let's go then", mom hopped out of the front seat and I quickly followed her example. Emmett was already outside waiting for us, and I have to admit, he looked decent in his good clothes. Handsome, even. We started walking towards the entrance, mom and dad hand in hand, Emmett and I alongside each other, not saying a word. It didn't feel uncomfortable; we just weren't big fans of pointless chit-chat. Mom broke the silence, excited, "Bella, Em, the Cullens are right there, by the stairs. Let's go say hi to them. Esme!" She waved and dragged Charlie after her. We followed them, Emmett and I, and I put an awkward smile on my face. When we got closer, I saw Alice there. She looked the same as before, ever so beautiful, except for her black hair, which was now shorter. She saw me too, and smiled, delighted. When we got to them, she came to me and gave me a hug. "Bella, you look amazing", was the first thing she said. I doubted her honesty, knowing I looked like a character from the Muppets. Next to her was standing a young man, approximately Emmett's age, and if I could describe him with just one word, gorgeous. "Um, thanks…" I muttered, "You look really great too, Alice." Alice turned to the guy, took him by the hand and then turned back to look at me again, "Bella, this is my boyfriend Jasper. Jasper, this is my best friend Bella, who I've told you about." I looked at her, my eyebrows raised. "The Jasper?" I mouthed at her. She nodded enthusiastically. Wow. Four years ago her biggest news had been about a boy, Jasper, who she had just met at a football game. She had fallen hard for him then, and couldn't stop talking about him. And here they were, four years later, and looked like they were meant to be. "His sister, Rosalie, should be here somewhere too", Alice continued. I gave her a quick smile and turned my head slightly to the right. Something had caught my attention. Laughter. There was the most attractive guy I had ever seen, laughing and joking with Carlisle and Charlie. And as if he had sensed me looking at him, he raised his head and flashed me a crooked smile…