A/N: Isabella and Rosalie Swan, or as everyone else calls them, the Swans, are vivacious, outgoing, beautiful and worst of all, they're notorious heartbreakers. So will finally settling down and heading to college let them find stability and a real relationship, or will the parties and illicit substances prove far too tempting for these party girls.
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The sun set slowly over Miami's skyline, my windows glistening as the twinkle reflecting off the glass hit me square in the eye, waking me abruptly. On my bed next to me, passed out, was my twin sister and best friend, Rosalie Swan. She was still wearing the exact same outfit she had been last night – a black dress that fit her every curve like a glove – and her sparkly red Louboutin heels. I looked at the clock – it was almost 3.30 in the afternoon – and groaned, pulling myself out of bed. Glancing at the mirror, my eyes widened at my reflection.
Fuck, I thought to myself, pulling on a bra from the floor that I assumed was mine. We were supposed to have gotten on the road hours ago, and by now we should have been unpacked and settled into our room at Palm Bay College, but apparently I'd forgotten to set an alarm after we'd stumbled in at 4am.
Not every night was like this – in fact, the Swan sisters rarely ever drank. You didn't get to down alcohol whenever you wanted and remain a size two. But last night was our going away party, graciously thrown by Karl Lagerfeld himself, and I'd lost count of how many margaritas I'd had around the 7th.
I stood up and pulled a small light blue sundress out of my wardrobe, throwing it over myself. It was flowy, but short, and I showcased my legs in a pair of beige wedges my mom had gotten me on her last trip to Australia.
"Rose," I called to my sister, who still had not stirred. "Rosie baby get up, we need to get going." The blonde turned over in her sleep, opening her eyes for a few moments before letting them close again.
"Mm," was all she said in reply.
"Come on Rosie, we were meant to leave at midday." The blonde sighed loudly, glancing at the clock and pulling herself up out of the bed. Pulling off her dress, she exposed her red lace bra that matched her shoes perfectly, and I realised she'd either gone commando last night or lost her panties in the process.
"Don't ask," she laughed, "because I don't remember." She replaced the tight black dress that had moments ago shown off her perfect figure with a long peach coloured maxi dress. Kicking off her favourite heels, she pulled on a pair of Jimmy Choo flip flops and smiled.
"I'm ready," she said, before catching her own reflection in the mirror and gasping in horror at her makeup. She had black eye shadow smudged down her face, one earring in and a small, suspicious looking bruise on her neck. Quickly, she covered up the probable-hickey with concealer and fixed the rest of her face, applying a little sparkly red eye shadow that had become the blonde Swan's trademark.
A little something about us Swan sisters – we were twins, although Rosie was older by about an hour – and since we'd been conceived in my mother's womb, we were best friends. So naturally, when Rose had been offered a two year contract as the face of Chanel, she'd begged them to meet her sister. And at first, a double deal was off the cards, but after they'd realised they could turn this into a huge marketing campaign, the deal was ours. But marketing changed, and when our contract was over, we graciously stepped down, promising Karl we'd do Milan fashion week and maybe even Paris, if he asked nicely enough.
Of course, we'd been working for two years straight in what could easily be considered the most exciting job possible, and we weren't exactly ready to turn away from our fun filled, eccentric lifestyles. So we were left with one option – college. Palm Bay College, a few hours north of Miami, was the place where all the little trust fund brats and daddy's girls went to buy their education. Rose and I were from humble beginnings – our dad was a cop and mum…well, mum never really did much other than encourage Rose's modelling. Thankfully, that had gotten us here, to the Penthouse apartment of The Plaza; with our range rover and our Lamborghini waiting downstairs, a holiday house purchased in the Bahamas, and our College educations more than paid for, we were no longer left wanting for anything.
The Swan sisters…well, we had it all.