If you're reading this, it means you found my summary mildly interesting (and I finally posted it), so I'm not going to ruin it with a long A/N.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not and probably never will be Stephenie Meyer, head of Summit Entertainment, or anyone else who owns rights to the Twilight series. The idea for this story came form a movie, On the Line, which was a true story. So don't sue me.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1. Another One

BPOV

"Bella, come back here!" I grinned at Alice shaking her fist and simply winked. I'd just managed to get away without letting her do my makeup and hair, but she'd forced me into the ridiculous outfit she picked out Alice and her lovely Bella Barbie moments. Well, more like hours. As I waited in the lobby for Angela, I pulled off the three-inch heels and stuffed them into my overly large designer purse. Thank you, God, for letting Rosalie be a lot more practical than Alice, I thought as I pulled out my favorite pair of sneakers she'd remembered to pack for me. Alice and Rosalie, my two best friends whom I shared an apartment with, worked for a fashion magazine based here in Chicago, so they were quite the experts on fashion and anything to do with it. Alice however liked to dress me up. I cringed at the thought. Just then, Angela walked in. I waved and she laughed when she saw me. "A three-piece suit and sneakers?" I grinned. "I'll be in the bathroom", I told her. She nodded, plopping down on a bench to look over an article. Angela and I worked for the Chicago Sun, and she picked me up in her car everyday to go to work. Once in the bathroom, I decided that sneakers were too casual, and rummaged through my bag for my favorite ballet flats. I had practically a whole closet in there, thanks to Rosalie. I sighed. It was going to be another long day.

E (dward)POV

"Emmett, are you done with the shower yet?" I heard Jasper yell (quite angrily) as I packed up my few belongings. We were moving from the quiet, rainy town of Forks to the also rainy but definitely not quiet Chicago. Jasper, Emmett, and I were adopted brothers, and we were going to be sharing an apartment when we moved to Chicago. He had stayed the night making it easier to leave. Personally, I was glad to move. I would miss my parents and all, but it would be nice not to have girls drooling everywhere we went. Then again, there would probably be more of that in Chicago. I wondered if I would ever meet a girl who liked classical music more than those stupid boy bands, who also thought it was repulsive to sleep together on the first date, and who would actually like me for my personality rather than looks. Yeah, right.

I gave a long, yet inward, groan. It was going to be another long day.

APOV

"You know, Rose, I'm going to kill her, right?" Rosalie laughed. We were driving to work, talking about Bella, boys, our magazine, her newspaper, boys, dinner tonight, and –you guessed it- boys. We were all in desperate need of that special someone, Bella especially. She was an absolute workaholic, I swear. If left to herself, she would work all day Saturday and Sunday. Of course, we never let her do it. I remembered her telling us there was someone new going to share her office. I wondered if it was a cute boy. Hmmmm…. I voiced my thoughts to Rosalie, who didn't seem to like them. She was always telling me to let Bella fend for herself, but I never could. She was just too vulnerable and such perfect raw material to test my makeup and hair skills on. To top it off, Bella seemed to think she was extremely plain, not pretty at all, which was an absolute lie. Bella had full pink lips, waist-length mahogany hair, wide chocolate brown eyes, and the most creamy, pale skin that any woman would die for. She had almost every man on her floor at work vying after her, and I should know, because I used to work with her until there was an opening at Style (our magazine). It was grueling work, at the Sun, but that was what Bella liked best. I turned my thoughts to how I was going to get revenge on Bella for escaping my clutches- I mean, bathroom. I couldn't wait. I gave a long, drawn-out, moan. It was going to be another long day.

JPOV

I stepped out of the shower, glancing around to make sure Emmett hadn't taken my clothes or deodorant. He was known to do things like that. I heard Edward sigh in the next room. Poor Edward had never found that special girl. The best relationship he had had lasted about a week, with some girl named Tanya. Still, she had been too much for him, and like he did with every other girl, he dropped her. As I started to put my clothes on, I realized Emmett had taken something. "EMMETT!" "Too late brother, it's already gone to the birds!" I could hear his booming laugh as I stomped over to my room to get some more underwear. Oh boy, was I going to get him back…I heard classical music playing across the hall and grinned. Edward was going to get so many girls drooling over him in Chicago. What do you expect, when you have brilliant emerald green eyes, skin as pale as the moon, bronze, messy hair just dying to have somebody's fingers ran through it... oh man, maybe I was falling in love with him…now that would be creepy. I started smiling as a plan to get back at Emmett formulated in my head. Except for the fact I would have to wait till we got to Chicago. It was going to be another long, boring day.

RPOV

"Alice!" My voice sounded strangely high to me as I screamed before both I and my best friend slammed into the car ahead of us. Alice grinned and stopped practically a millimeter away from the Ford Focus ahead of us. Alice giggled, her lithe body shaking. She just loved showing off her new Porsche. I pretended to study the body of the car, while really I was worrying endlessly about Bella. The poor thing was working her butt off, and she didn't even seem to care. I was going to put my foot down the minute she came home. All of us were taking a week-long vacation. I turned my thoughts to what excuse I would give for it. I asked Alice about it, and she grinned even wider. "Valentine's Day, of course," she said. "Lord knows we all need nice men to snuggle up to." But where we were going to get those nice men would be the problem. Alice and I started listing options.

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"Nah, too used."

My answer was the same to everything she proposed. I gave a long, worried, and bored sigh. It was going to be another long day.

EMPOV

I was still laughing as I got on the plane. Jasper and the underwear incident were too funny to let me stop. I settled myself for the six-hour ride. Edward and I got seats together, but Jasper had to go sit with some freaky old lady and a snoring businessman. Luckily, Edward was in the middle, so I didn't have to endure his death glares and whoever was going to sit in the third seat. As Edward pulled out his CD player from his carry-on, I noticed a girl coming up the aisle, reading off a ticket. "A80, A81, A82- and here!" She smiled as she reached our aisle. "I think I just threw up a little in my mouth," I mumbled in Edward's ear. He grimaced, and he had reasons to. This girl was a little shorter than Jasper, and had dyed her hair platinum blonde. I think the stylist was drunk or something when he did it, though, because her roots were a mousy brown. She had obviously not brought any makeup- it was all on her face - not that she didn't need it, but the way she did it, it didn't make any difference. She was wearing a neon red flannel jacket (like the one Michael Jackson wore in that music video), and five-inch stilettos. I swear you could pull them out and use them to kill a man, they were so sharp. "Hello," she said, trying to be seductive. I groaned, leaning back far in my chair. It was going to be another long day.

A/N : Okay, hope you liked it. Don't worry, I'm not going to have six different POV's in the same paragraph again. It hurts my brain, too. I have a few questions:

Was it too short? Or maybe too long?

Can anybody guess who the girl is?

What music video is Emmett talking about?

Obviously, the first one is a serious question, and the other two are trivia. I need the first answer more than any other. Thanks!