Quote, Chapter 1

Chapter Name: First sight

Chapter Song: Whole Day Off - Oingo Boingo

A/n

This account has been passed on to me by a friend who isn't writing anymore :~( I'm going to try and finish their stories, but I don't know how to start at the moment, and I really want to write my own fic first! :D

It's been done before, but I'd like to try my hand at a Twilight fic. I really love the 'band' fics, so I thought I'd try and write my own. Hope it doesn't suck too much! Enjoy! =]

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer =] Who is a GENIUS! :D

Not for the first time in my life, I wanted to kill my sister. Once again, I was sure that the hyper little munchkin was getting me into trouble, lots of trouble.

"I told you I didn't want another female assistant", I tried to tell her again.

"Edward please", she insisted, small locks of dark hair falling into her eyes as she leant fowards, "I really like her, and I know you will as well!"

Her eyes began to widen, and her bottom lip began to tremble, and I realised I was about to lose this argument. I decided to pull out quickly, and lose with at least some dignity; if she managed to pull her puppy dog eyes and pout out, there was no telling what I'd agree to.

"Okay Alice", I sighed, reaching up and running my hand through my hair; a nervous gesture. "But next time, I want a male assistant."

"Who says there'll be a next time", my sister leant forwards, putting her hands on her hips, her stubborn expression returning. "Maybe I am right, maybe you will like her."

"That's what you said about Jessica", I muttered, suppressing another sigh. Her expression softened for a moment, but my sister was nothing if not stubborn.

"You shouldn't have led her on!" she replied angrily.

"W-w-WHAT?!" I spluttered, "There is no way I would…that I'd ever have -!"

My sister huffed, shaking a little like a bird fluffing it's feathers in annoyance, whilst I tried to find the words to describe how utterly absurd the idea of me leading her on was. Not that the girl had been ugly, just excruciatingly annoying.

Before I'd managed to pull myself together enough to manage a coherent sentence, my sister had danced off down the corridor; her small feet barely touching the ground as she gracefully sauntered off; swaying from side to side as if she was moving to music that nobody else could hear. Perhaps she was.

I let a loud groan escape me as I turned my back on her disappearing form, pulling open the door to my right that read 'conference room 1', and stepping inside, pushing the door closed behind me, and leaning up against it. Another sigh escaped me as I closed my eyes. I hit my head gently back against the wood several times before I opened them again.

Looking up, I calmed almost instantly as I noticed Jasper, my best friend, sitting on a sofa at the other end of the room, reading a magazine. I started to approach him, my eyes softening as I spotted the padlock hanging from a chain around his neck. It was usually covered by a shirt; but because of the Phoenix heat, he'd left his white button down undone; the padlock rested ostentatiously upon his smooth, pale chest.

Since we'd met in high school, Jasper had been a Godsend. Somewhere along the line, he'd conquered the art of charisma; and was able to manipulate emotional situations. Within a week the sight of him had calmed my ever rapid temper; and within a moment, he'd calmed the hyperactive pixie I called my sister. Before him, my temper had landed me in many unfortunate situations; and Alice's energy problems had led to endless sleepless nights for me and my family. The black bags that had permanently hung beneath our eyes had finally disappeared; leaving my family with the flawless faces they were born with. Even the ever-increasing amount of female attention I'd attracted since the disappearance of those bags was better than the three hours a night I'd been getting beforehand. Nowadays, a touch of Jasper's hand could solve all sleep problems.

I reached the sofa, pushed Jasper's abandoned tie aside, and sat down beside him; looking over his shoulder at the page he was reading. He chuckled at my face as I saw the title.

"That's the interview we did last week?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Great title, huh?" he replied, chuckling once more.

MIDNIGHT DONE?

The thick black text spread across two pages. From the top corners of each page a picture of two pale arms extended, right in the centre they came together as two hands holding a picture of myself smiling at the camera, cut into a circular shape - a play on the cover of our first album, 'twilight'.

Despite the fact that we'd had two further hit records since, we were still best known for 'Twilight', the album that had taken the number one spot from under the noses of America's best, seven years ago. Though there'd been four of us at the time of our first album, it'd still been phenomenal that three eighteen year olds, and one nineteen year old had managed to reach the top of the charts. First Sight had sat at the top for ten weeks straight before Volturi's comeback album had kicked it's ass off the top spot.

Since our debut in 2000, Midnight Sun had only grown; now, seven years later, we'd had three hit albums, four number ones, and a fan base to rival Britney's. A year after 'twilight' was released, we'd lost our second guitarist; my sister, Alice, who'd decided that she'd much rather pursue a career in fashion after. After a few months of auditions succeeding her departure, we'd come to the conclusion that three band members were just as good as four. We weren't stuck up, we just felt that the band was too personal to let anyone else join in.

I let my eyes graze over the article before me.

Having waited through a long hiatus of three months, popular band Midnight Sun's fans have started to question the status of their favourite band. Are Midnight Sun finished? We catch up with the world's silent golden boys, Edward, Jasper and Emmett, to find out what's really been going on!

'We really just needed some time to relax, write some more songs, and get ourselves back on track; things have been pretty fast and furious since the release of 'Twilight' , and we really just needed a break after touring before returning to life in the fast lane'. The world's favourite heart throb, Edward Cullen tells us.

'I recently got engaged, so I really needed some time out to spend with my fiancé; it's been great to finally get some alone time, we both have very full lives, so it's difficult to find any long periods of time to relax together.' Jasper Hale, who, much to the disappointment of his fans, has recently gotten engaged to the designer, and Midnight Sun's former member Mary Alice. Our sources tell us that the padlock Mr Hale sports around his neck was put there by Ms Mary Alice when they got together in high school. Band Watch editor Leah Clearwater says 'Aw! Someone's got a sweet streak!'

I didn't read the rest of the article. Emmett's comments about the break had all been about how much food he wanted to eat, and how much football he'd needed to catch up on. The rest of the questions had been about my love life (non-existent), and Emmett's (far from non-existent).

Noticing that I'd lost interest in the article, Jasper closed the magazine and dropped it into his lap, reaching up and stretching; his padlock catching the sun and gleaming brightly.

"One more week, huh?" he muttered. I shrugged.

"Looks like it. Have you and Alice finished your planning yet?" He and Alice had been spending most of their hard earned time off planning their wedding, which was to take place early next year; Alice wanted a spring wedding, back home in Forks.

Jasper snorted.

"You seriously think that Alice could plan her own wedding in three months? I'm surprised she didn't set the date three years away. So far she's designed her dress, and chosen venues for the ceremony and the reception. Not that that was difficult mind; there wasn't exactly any choice."

I chuckled. Alice had designed her wedding dress years ago; and it was true that there wasn't much choice; with a population of about 3246 people, there wasn't much need for too many venues. I was surprised that she hadn't chosen to have her big day in Seattle or Port Angeles, where there would at least be more of a selection to chose from. But Alice had always been a home-bird; and Forks was the closest she'd ever had to a home.

"I suppose you're right. What's the betting she'll be a bridezilla before this year is done?"

"Emmett's got one hundred riding on the end of this month", Jasper rolled his eyes. Emmett bet on everything; who'd win which football match, how many wrong notes I'd play each night, what colour panties the next girl he slept with was going to be wearing. He usually won the latter, seeing as we couldn't exactly prove him wrong.

"Speak of the devil", Jasper muttered as the door opened, and another man stepped into the room, flashing us a grin, and bounding over, long, curly brown locks bouncing all over the place as he moved.

"Evening all!" He grinned again, dropping to settle on the floor before us, and leaning back on his ropey arms. "You've seen the new interview then?"

"Yup", Jasper replied, leaning forwards with his hands on his knees, popping the 'p'.

"I got more quotes in than Eddie for once!" Emmett exclaimed, grinning wolfishly. I rolled my eyes at the nickname; not bothering to try and correct him, it hadn't worked for the last twelve years, why should it now?

Jasper grinned.

"For once", he repeated.

"Alice said you're meeting your new assistant tomorrow", Emmett said, turning and grinning at me. "I bet she's hot, Alice always picks the hot ones!"

"Emmett, it really doesn't matter what she looks like", I replied, annoyed once more, leaning back and running my hand through my hair, "She's there to be an assistant, not an accessory. After Jessica, I'd rather have somebody male." I quickly averted my eyes, ready for the speech I was sure Emmett was about to give.

Never one to let me down, Emmett's next comments were to question my sexuality.

"Dude, are you gay?" He started, as per usual, "I mean, you never date, and now you want a male assistant, what's up with that?"

"It doesn't matter if Edward is gay, Emmett", Jasper stepped in, always the peace maker, before turning and smiling at me, whilst I rolled my eyes.

"But it's weird!" Emmett insisted; he'd never truly grown out of childish homophobia like the rest of us.

"Look, Emmett", I started, for the millionth time, "I'm not gay, I just don't want to have another situation with an assistant that won't leave me alone. Remember Jessica? How annoying she was?"

Emmett just looked at me dumbly for a minute, I wondered if this was going to be one of those strange times when something profound would unexpectedly poor from his mouth.

"But she was hot!"

My eyebrow twitched, apparently not.

"Aren't you supposed to be out with some chick?" I asked him, suppressing the urge to whack my head against a brick wall, or perhaps his.

His smile immediately disappeared, and he suddenly hung his head sadly. I almost felt guilty.

"No", he muttered, "Rose had to go to a shoot in New Zealand yesterday, and she'd not back until next week."

Despite the fact that they'd let themselves be photographed with many different members of the opposite sex during the time, Emmett had secretly been dating Jasper's 'twin' Rosalie for the last six months. Similarly to Jasper and Alice, their relationship had been strained because of their intense careers; Rosalie was a model that frequently appeared on the world's most popular magazines; generally sporting Mary Alice clothing, which meant that she spent more time on shoots than at home. Despite the long stretches away from each other, however, they both seemed to be crazy about each other. Jasper and I frequently made comments about how whipped Emmett was; a situation Emmett had been adamant he'd never be in. Rosalie, it seemed, brought out the best in him.

Luckily for both Rosalie, Jasper's involvement in the band meant that she could get away with secretly dating Emmett; claiming that she was spending time with Jasper when she came to visit. She'd even booked some time of to come touring with us next year, after the release of our next album. The one we'd just spent the last three months writing and recording. Possibly our best yet, 'Breaking Dawn'.

Following fifteen fruitless minutes of trying to talk Emmett back to his usual happy state, Jasper and I realised that the only way to get our best friend and band member to cheer up was through the old favourite: Pizza and video games.

I found myself once more spending the whole night, stuffed up in a hotel room, sick from eating too much pizza, dizzy from too much beer, and yelling happily at a computer screen whilst I, once again, lost to Jasper and Emmett at Halo. Ah, normality.

A/N Hmm. Hope you enjoyed it =]