Disclaimer: I don't own the character or anything Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, that's why she's got all the money. I do own this story line, though.

This is my first time trying Twilight fanfic...so be nice. I've got to thank L and T for their help and support with this. You guys rock!

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"Fuck you, Edward. It was over along time ago!" she yelled before slamming the door to their shared townhouse. He stood there, dumbfounded and staring at the mess around him. Literally she had gone through everything bit by bit. CDs and DVDs were strewn across the living room floor and various boxes and broken dishes decorated the kitchen and dining room. He didn't want to go upstairs to his room but he decided to simply face the mess and trudged up the stairs. What he found was toilet paper and towels spewing from the bathroom as clothes, bed linens, picture frames, and various other objects blocked any real path into the bedroom.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered. He took out his cell phone as he pulled the door closed to block out the mess. "Emmett, what are you doing tonight? I just need to get away. You don't even want to know man. Everything's just a big fucking disaster right now. Alright, see ya," he hung up the phone and headed downstairs to take a shower before he met his brother and sister for dinner.

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An hour later, Edward and Emmett sat at a table at one of those "All-American" restaurants. The booths were leather with gold railing across the tops and the tables were simple mahogany and square. Edward noted how many women stared at them with wanton lust as the men stared at them with envy. He had to chuckle inside. If only everyone knew the real men at their table. Sure, both were classically handsome and drew their fair share of attention, but it was what lurked on the inside that usually pushed people away. Emmett was larger and more built than Edward. His hair was a darker brown and cropped short. Edward's copper hair was a bit longer and always seemed disheveled. He tried to tame it, but it seems the more he tried, the more it was unruly. This also seemed to bring on more attention from the ladies. Emmett's blue eyes dazzled in contrast to Edward's shimmering green eyes. Edward was at least two inches shorter than Emmett and he did not care about getting "muscled up", but kept his smaller frame in shape by running and working out regularly.

"You should have called her first; you know she's always late," Emmett chuckled.

"I know, but shouldn't she have some sort of intuition thing with you, being your twin and all?"

"You ask that all the time and …." Emmett trailed off.

"The answer is yes. However, I do like to make an entrance," Alice finished Emmett's sentence as she appeared at the table, her short pixie hair cut bouncing as she did. Edward and Emmett both grinned before standing and hugging her.

"How was work, little one?" Emmett asked.

"Same 'ole, same 'ole," Alice shrugged, "I mean, you can only do so many make-overs before they all begin to look the same." Alice worked in a local make-up boutique/spa offering clients free make-overs in hopes to get them to buy the product. Alice loved make-up and making people look and feel their best. She was staying at this job because it paid well and she was trying to scrounge the money together to open her own boutique where she charged to do makeovers. Plus she was only one final away from graduating college with her undergraduate degree in business management. "What did Tanya do now?" she asked, cutting straight to the point.

"How do you know it's about her?" Emmett asked.

"I just do," Alice looked at him.

"She's right," Edward said, "Well, aside from destroying the house, she's gone for good."

"Good riddance," Emmett said. Edward looked at him pointedly. "Sorry, bro, but she really was just not a good person. She used you."

"And you let her," Alice said.

"Geez, Alice, kick a man when he's down," Edward laughed, "But you're right, I did let her use me. This time we are done for good. Yesterday I walked in on her with that scumbag Mike from next door."

"In your bed?" Emmett asked an unnecessary question – as was his style.

"On the kitchen counter," Edward said.

"Man," Emmett grimaced. Alice made a face.

"Yeah. So, it started with me walking in on them and it ended up in a screaming match and she walked out with Mike. I get home this evening to find the house trashed and she was throwing stuff around the living room for no particular reason. When I asked her what the hell she was doing, she threw a fit asking why I was questioning her. I reminded her that it was me who caught her cheating and she flipped out and said, 'Fuck you, Edward. It was over a long time ago,' – like it was my fault that I caught her cheating."

"Bitch," Alice and Emmett both muttered. Edward nodded and sighed.

"So, what do you do now?" Emmett asked.

"Clean up my house, I guess," Edward shrugged.

"Or we just go out and have one of those 'Forget it/Fuck it' nights," Alice said, her eyes twinkling.

"I love you, sis," Emmett grinned, "What do you say, Edward?"

"I'm all in," Edward laughed.

"I know the perfect place," Alice grinned, "Em, you get the check and meet us in the car."

"Why me?" Emmett said.

"Because," Alice laughed her pixie laugh and led Edward out to Emmett's '90s model Jeep.

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The siblings entered a bar, aptly named "Sorrows Drown", about twenty minutes later. The rockabilly themed place was already packed with various patrons and the latest rock hit blasted over the speaker system. Alice gracefully led her brothers to the bar where she ordered a round of tequila shots to be followed by two Jack and Cokes for her brothers and an Amoretto Sour for her.

"To Edward," Alice held her shot glass in the air, "May he now pull his head from his ass and find a nice girl to settle down with," she grinned.

"Well said," Emmett toasted.

"Eloquent," Edward smirked before the three clinked their shot glasses, downed the shots, slammed the glasses, and sucked on limes. Alice lithely moved in between her brothers and put her arms around them. Edward and Emmett turned to see two redheads walking toward them. Both women were clad in short blue pleather skirts with black tops and high heeled shoes. "Thanks for running block," Edward grinned at Alice as the girls turned away.

"I figured you need to be solo for a bit," she shrugged.

"Well, I don't," Emmett stepped away. "Twins!" he wiggled his eyebrows before turning to go after the redheads.

"Gross," Alice shuddered. "Our brother is a man-whore," she chuckled, "But, you, Edward, you've always been the reliable, romantic at heart. You believe in love and you fight for it," Alice patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, and look where it's gotten me."

"Aw, bro. At least Tanya is gone for good. You live and learn. Don't change who you are, Edward. There's a need for more men like you. Maybe you just need to read more into the women you choose to date. There's definitely been a pattern."

"Or maybe I need to take a page from the Emmett Cullen handbook," Edward said, his eyes moving to the dance floor.

"No, definitely not," Alice said. Edward appreciated Alice's words of advice and encouragement, but his attention was attached to what was currently occurring on the dance floor. There was a crowd of people on the floor, but what caught his attention was a particular brunette. Her mid-back length hair hung straight and she wore a blue, loose fitting, shimmery tank top with black tights. She didn't have any jewelry on, but her stiletto boots went to the middle of her thighs and laced up the back – perfectly completing the outfit. She moved to the beat, seducing everyone who looked at her. A tall man with blonde hair approached her and she wiggled herself down the front of his body. Edward's mouth fell open when her fingers circled the button of the man's pants before trailing down the zipper. She smiled up at the man before rising and wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding against him. Edward continued to watch the two, even though he felt it was wrong and he should look away. Suddenly, the girl turned her back on her partner, wiggling up and down his body before stepping away. She caught Edward's eye and smiled. "Edward," he heard Alice warn him. The girl summoned him to her with a finger and Edward moved off his barstool. "Don't do this. Not with her," Alice was trying to warn him, but he was not listening. He moved toward the girl as the song changed. The girl took his hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor. She began moving on him, but he stood still. He had never been one for dancing.

"Loosen up," she grabbed his hips and shook them. He laughed nervously.

"Can we just sit and talk?" he asked, realizing how pathetic he sounded.

"Fuck that! I want to dance and either you're dancing with me or I will find someone else," she said. Edward knew how many other men had been eyeing her like jackals. He pulled her to him and began mimicking her grinding. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Edward soon found himself caught up in her moves. He felt as though anyone who looked their way was catching them in the middle of a private moment. "Oooo, you're a quick learner," she smiled before turning her back to him and grinding her ass into his crotch. Edward was embarrassed by his immediate physical reaction, but she looked at him over her shoulder and licked her lips. Was that a tongue ring? Holy shit! He thought he was going to lose it right there. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "Are you okay?" she asked. He nodded. "Come on, let's get a drink," she took his hand and led him back to the bar. Alice sat at the opposite end of the bar, not looking very happy. Edward shot her a look of his own, hoping she got the "mind your own business" message.

"What would you like?" Edward asked her. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey!" she yelled at the bartender who looked at her pointedly, but came over to take their order. "Whiskey sour, hold the sour," she winked. The bartender looked at Edward.

"Uh, Jack and Coke," he said. The bartender quickly served them. "I'm Edward," he introduced himself as she downed her whiskey.

"Izzie," she said, slamming her now empty glass down. "Do you want to do some shots?" she asked. He looked at her. One shot a night was normally all he did.

"Sure," he shrugged.

"Cool. Whatcha want?"

"Tequila," he said. She shrugged and ordered him two shots of tequila and herself two shots of whiskey. Edward didn't even protest because she licked her wrist, salted it and offered it to him. He took it eagerly, slowly removing the salt with his tongue before downing his first shot. She waited for him to finish both of his before downing her own and smiling at him, cocking an eyebrow. It did not take long for Edward to feel the effects of the alcohol, but he could have cared less. "So, what brought you here tonight?" he asked.

"Really? Are we really making small talk?" she looked at him.

"Um, yeah," he said, "Why?"

"It's just that it's overrated. Everyone tries to make small talk and get to know each other, when deep down all they want to do is get into each other's pants," she said. He stammered. "Let's cut to the chase," she said, pulling him to her and kissing him roughly. Edward wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. His tongue tangled with her's and the solid steel of her tongue ring grazed around his mouth. Edward groaned and moved his hands to her ass, squeezing it hard and grinding her hips into his. She moaned and tangled her hands in his hair, tugging gently. She finally broke the kiss and looked at him, grinning seductively.

"Um, so, do you want to get out of here?" he asked.

"No," she shrugged. He looked at her. "First, we dance," she grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the dance floor, grinding against him quickly. Both of them could have easily gotten off simply from their dancing. Edward knew they were drawing attention from other bar patrons, but he couldn't care less. He wanted her, bad.