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This will be continued, so let me know what you think of what I have written so far, and what you think will happen...

I'm rating it T for now (oh, just so no one kills me, THERE IS SOME MINOR/MODERATE BAD LANGUAGE, AND ONE CASE OF THE "F WORD"), but that may change. I depends how descriptive the characters decide they want their "scenes" to be...

I don't own Twilight, though I think that's probably pretty obvious, since BD is so tame... ;)

So, without further ado...

UNEXPECTED VISITOR

I lounged on the booth, my back against the wall, and my shoeless feet up on the plasticy red covering.

"So," Jessica began, leaning in, "what are your plans?"

I rolled my eyes and sipped my Slushie. From where I was sitting, I could see out across the beach, all the way down to the ocean. It was nearly three pm, and the beach was starting to fill up with teenagers and college students. Surfers were enjoying the waves, and games of beach volleyball were being started all over the place. Welcome to LA.

"Plans?" I asked, feigning innocence. I had plans, but none of them involved her. I doubted either Rose or Angela had any interest whatsoever in the bleach-blond bimbo. They had the ability to think, which immediately put them way above her in terms of IQ. Then there was the small matter that Rose was training to be a vet, and Angela already had her English Literature and Fine Art Degrees. Jessica only just scraped through high school; she was now a part-time hairdresser, waiting for her "big modeling break". I had the feeling she'd be waiting a while.

"Your sister and your best friend are coming all the way out here. This is, like, another planet to them! I mean, they even speak a different language!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. A different language? Hardly. "Jessica, they're from England, not the Middle East. Take a chill pill. It's a different accent, not a different language. And Rose has been to America before."

"Not L.A. L.A. is totally different. It's like, you know, Los Angeles."

Spoken like someone who has never been further east than Vegas, further north than Sacramento, or further south than Long Beach. With the exception of a five-day trip to Hawaii when she was six. "Sure," I say, shrugging, because it's not worth the argument. Like the time I tried to convince her that London wasn't the only city in the U.K. That didn't go well at all. I showed her pictures, used Google Maps...but three weeks later, she still didn't believe me. She insisted that if there was another city, she would have heard of it. Stupid bimbo.

"You're distracting me," she snapped. "What are your plans?"

I shrugged. "Um... Rodeo Drive... Sunset Boulevard... Lots of time on the beach..." Keepin' it vague and boring. Touristy.

"Oh my God, we could all, like, go to my fave massage place and get, like, massages!" God! Have I mentioned how much I hate her voice? No? Well, I do. A lot. Especially when she gets excited. It gets high and breathy and...well, she sounds even more like a blond bimbo than she normally does.

"Jessica..." Was there a way to let her down gently? Um, probably not. "No offense, but—" I was saved from the very awkward moment by a gangly, dirty-blond surfer type.

"Hey, girls," he greeted us, winking. I looked him up and down; he obviously didn't read the "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" sign. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, just a pair of orange and white, Hawaiian-flower-print trunks.

I think he took my looking the wrong way. Crap. "Well, hey there, pretty lady," he said, winking at me, specifically, this time. "My name's Mike."

Ew, dude. Back the flip off. "I have a boyfriend," I snapped, automatically, then immediately flushed bright red. Whoops, Jessica wasn't supposed to know that. No one was supposed to know that. I don't want to be the subject of gossip, rumors, or pitying looks. When Emily told everyone that she had a boyfriend, but that he was at college up in Washington, everyone pitied her. They treated her like her boyfriend had died, not like he lived a short plane journey away. And when her and Sam got engaged... God, that was the worst. Everyone bought her tubs of ice cream, and soppy romantic movies, and told her that "everything would be okay".

Imagine how they would treat me if they found out my boyfriend lived in England. I shuddered at the thought. It would be awful.

Thank God, Jessica didn't seem to notice. "Hey, big boy," she breathed, in what I think was supposed to be a flirty voice. "You don't want her, you want me. I have bigger boobs."

Well, that was blunt.

The boy gave her a once-over. "I'm more of an ass man," he told her, before turning back to me.

Okay...this was just getting a little awkward. Could I leave without them noticing? Erm...that would be a no... Jessica was glaring at me, and wanna-be surfer guy was eye-raping me.

"So what do you say, sugar?" he asked.

Ew, ew, eww. "Sorry. I prefer men with penises," I quipped. I shoved my feet into my Converse, and headed out of the cafe with my Slushie in one hand, and my iPod and Blackberry in the other. Bad idea for me. As I opened the door with my shoulder, it swung open quicker than I had anticipated and I tripped. My Slushie spilled all over a cute guy's white t-shirt.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, but with both my hands still full, there wasn't much I could do.

Cute guy laughed. "No worries, short stuff," he said, easily, pulling off his shirt. God! He was huge! The built-like-a-pro-wrestler kind of huge. I guess that's L.A. for you; every other guy you see is pumped full of steroids. His size didn't match his face—round, dimpled, and freckled. He had a head full of dark brown curls, and the sweetest blue eyes you ever saw. He looked like a human teddy-bear.

Just then, another guy strolled up. "Knocking little people over again, Emmett?" he joked, before turning to me. "Hiya, darlin'. You alright there? Emmett doesn't know his own size."

I smiled, a little embarrassed. "No, no. It was my fault. I tripped." I turned to the human teddy-bear, Emmett. "Sorry about your shirt, dude. I'm clumsy. It's an unfortunate affliction." With that final apology, I turned to go.

Slim, blond, Southern guy stopped me. "Where you goin', little lady? You got a car?"

Damn. No, I didn't. Jessica drove us here. "No..."

They both laughed at my tone. "Figured as much," he said. I raised a questioning eyebrow. He looked pointedly at my hands. "No keys, darlin', and an iPod won't getcha home."

"We'll drive you!" Emmett exclaimed, excitedly, causing me to jump slightly.

I put a hand to my chest, over my racing heart. "Dude! Don't do that! You scared the shit outta me!"

Emmett pouted like a five year old. "Sorry..."

"Bella," I supplied, figuring that if they were driving me home, they might as well know my name.

"Sorry, Bella," he said, ducking his head. I felt like a mom scolding a wayward toddler. This guy was just too cute for words.

Southern guy laughed, then held out a hand to me. "I'm Jasper, by the way."

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Jasper."

Wait...Jasper? Emmett? They couldn't be... "Jasper," I said, slowly, "you wouldn't happen to know an Alice Brandon, by any chance?"

His eyes lit up at her name. I'd take that as a "hell yeah", then. I guess that meant I was currently in the presence of Alice's cousin, Emmett, and her new boyfriend, Jasper.

Alice and Emmett roadtripped from here all the way to New Orleans and back over the summer, and they happened upon Jasper in a bar in Texas. Alice being Alice, she slept with him that night (later described as "the best five hours" of her life, up until that point. Apparently, even better sex had come later, after they sobered up a little), then invited him to join them on the road. Which he did. Welcome to America, I guess. That would never happen in England. But then, nobody roadtrips in England, anyway, so it's kind of a moot point.

"You're the Bella, aren't you?" Emmett yelled, making me jump, again.

I sighed. "Dude! I told you to quit doing that! And what do you mean, "the Bella"?"

"Alice has told us all about you. She couldn't wait for us to meet you," Jasper drawled. "So far, she's gotten almost everything right."

I frowned, what had Alice been saying? She was the best roommate a girl could ask for, but she did have a teeny, tiny tendency to run her mouth without engaging her brain, leading to the occasional spilled secret and a lot of exaggeration. "Almost everything?" I asked, more than a little bit worried to hear the answer.

"You don't sound English," Emmett lamented. "I wanted to hear your accent."

God, was I glad I didn't sound British, anymore. My sounding English would have lead to hours of saying the stupidest things, just so they could giggle over my accent. "That's okay. Two very English English friends of mine are coming to visit this week. You can hear their accents, instead." Rose was going to kill me for this, but she was a little (a lot) scarier than me, so if anyone could get them to back off when it got too much, it would be her.

"Awesome!" Emmett yelled, scaring the living shit out of me for the third time in as many minutes. This yelling thing seriously had to stop.

I guess, since he was Alice's cousin, it would be alright if it hit him... I smacked his bicep, hard. "Dude! Shut the fuck up! You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

Emmett pouted adorably, hanging his head in shame. "Sorry, Bella."

Damn him for making me feel bad! "That's okay, dude," I said, forgiving him easily. "Just don't do it again if you plan on keeping your balls, okay?"

Emmett's eyes widened, and he looked absolutely fucking terrified. I tried not to laugh, but I made the mistake of catching Jasper's eye, and we both broke out in loud, almost evil-sounding, cackles.

"You didn't...actually...believe me...?" I gasped out. "Oh my God, your face!"

Emmett glared. "Yes, I did, actually."

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