This is my first story. I'd love to hear what you think. Just please be gentle. I'm definitely not a pro at writing. I just thought it would be fun to make up my own little story for Bella and Edward.

Twilight character names belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1

Bella

"So, do you wanna drive in the morning or should I?" I ask as I pull the sheets back on my bed, knowing the answer to my question before Alice even opened her mouth.

"Do you even have to ask? I'm not going to be seen pulling up in that POS truck of yours on our first day of college! I want everyone staring...but NOT because they just shit their pants. People would think we're shooting at them if it backfired like you know it does sometimes." she laughs.

I giggle and reach for my pillow to chunk at her. I throw it towards her, but she steps out of the way and catches it before it comes anywhere near her head. "Okay. We can take the Porsche. I want to see how many guys try to fuck you just to get to drive it, anyways."

Alice had gotten a yellow Porsche 911 Turbo for her graduation from her parents. Her dad was a lawyer. Money was no object for them and they spoiled her since she was an only child. It was a ridiculous car for an eighteen year old girl to have, but it really did fit her personality perfectly. It was small, but fast, just like her. Petite and hyper. She loved that. And of course it had to be yellow, because her favorite flowers were yellow daisies.

"Speaking of fucking, I saw our neighbor checking you out when you came home. He's pretty hot. Have you talked to him yet?"

Alice's eyes widened. "Shut up! Are you serious? His name is Jasper! I met him when I went to check the mail earlier. He is so hot! And his voice...Oh. My. Fucking. God. It has got to be the sexiest thing I've ever hear! He has this southern drawl that is almost hypnotizing..." she sighed and drifted off into a daze. I stared at her for a second, wondering what that was about. Alice was never shocked to find out someone was checking her out. It was something she was used to. She was petite, but had a rockin' body. Obviously, this Jasper guy had made an impression on her. I would have to bake some brownies or something so we could take them over and officially introduce ourselves as his neighbors tomorrow.

"Night, Alice. We've got a busy day tomorrow. See you in the morning." I say as I hop in the bed and pull the covers over me, stretching my arms above me and yawning.

"Night, Bella."

I lay in the bed, my mind wirling around as I realized that Alice and I are finally starting the life we had been planning since freshman year of high school. We had been inseperable since I moved in with Charlie, my dad, the summer before 5th grade. My mom, Renee, had met my step dad, Phil, the summer before and they decided it would be better for me to move in with him, where I could have some kind of stability, rather than travel around with them since Phil was playing baseball in the minor leagues. Alice's mom had volunteered to watch me that summer while Charlie was working. He was the Police Chief of Forks, so he was gone a lot. I went on vacations with Alice and her parents every year, and I felt like I was part of the family. We were together pretty much every day besides the few weeks every summer when I would go visit Renee.

When we started talking about where we wanted to go to college, we both knew we wanted to stay relatively close to Forks for the first few years. At least close enough to be able to drive home once a month. We decided the University of Washington would be the perfect college for both of us. We were polar opposites in our interests. Alice wanted to study dance, so she could become a Ballet dancer. Her parents had started her in dance classes when she was only 3, and she loved it. She was so graceful when she walked. It was like she danced everywhere she went. I, on the other hand, grew up being a book worm, so, naturally, I wanted to be an English Lit Professor. UW had great programs for both of us and it was only about 3 and a half hours from Forks.

This was our first night in our apartment. We wanted an apartment rather than staying in the dorms, so we wouldn't have to deal with roommates, or any of the other craziness that goes on sometimes in dorms. We love a good party, but it's nice knowing we have our own space when we aren't in the mood for that stuff. There were a lot of students that lived in these apartments too, though. So we weren't too far from the action.

I turned over and snuggled my pillow, falling asleep quickly.

I am startled awake when I hear my alarm clock blaring. I swat at it angrily to get the horrible noise to stop. I look over to see what time it is, even though I know what time I set it for the night before. It's five thirty. I really want to turn over and go back to sleep, but instead I drag myself to the bathroom and take a long shower to wake myself up. After my shower, I go back to my room to pick out what I will be wearing for my first day of college. Unlike Alice, who is always organized and picks out her outfits the night before, I choose what to wear based on the mood I am in that day. I throw on a fitted blue and white layered shirt that bunched at the hips. I tuck my favorite pair of light denim jeans into a pair of mid-calf brown boots. After I dress, I blow dry and straightened my hair, and then pull out my makeup bag.

I stare into my large, oval shaped eyes and look down. I contemplate whether or not to try a new shade of eye shadow. Deciding against it, I go for my normal neutral browns. I applied mascara to my long lashes, and a thin line of eye liner underneath my eye. Just enough to make my chocolate brown eyes pop. As I sweep blush over my creamy white skin, my cheeks lightly blushed. I decide to take it off, because I already turn a bright shade of red easily, and adding blush to the mix usually just makes me end up looking like a clown. I pull out my lip gloss and run it across my plump lips, smacking them together loudly. I don't like to wear alot of makeup. Alice always says I don't need much because I am a naturally beautiful girl.

It's now six fourty five and I'm finished getting ready, so I decide to make Alice and myself a good breakfast. I know Alice has only been up for about fifteen minutes and will be rushing to get ready. She would skip breakfast all together if something wasn't already waiting for her.

Thirty minutes later, Alice comes bouncing out of her room, chipper as ever. "Morning, Bella. What are you cooking? It smells delicious!"

"Bacon, eggs, and pancakes! I hope you're hungry!"

"Mmmmm! I'm glad my best friend loves me enough to cook for me. I don't know what I'd do if I lived by myself." She smiles and takes a piece of bacon.

I laugh as I scoop some eggs onto the two plates on the counter. "Probably starve or burn the place down! Hurry up and eat, we gotta get going. I don't wanna be late."

We eat quickly then head out to the Porsche. As we slide into our seats, we see Jasper back out of his parking spot on a yellow Ducati motorcycle. He waves at us and we wave back. I look over at Alice and we both giggle. "Oh my God! You two are perfect for each other! " Alice suddenly has the same look on her face she did the night before when she was talking about him. I've never seen her like this before. I tell her about my idea. "After school, I'm making brownies and we're going to officially introduce ourselves! That will give you a chance to talk to him again."

"Really?" she squeals and lunges over her console to hug me. "I love you, B! You really are the best friend ever!"

"Yeah, yeah. That's what I hear. Now lets go!" She gives me a salute and we snap our seat belts in place. She hits the gas and off we go.

It only takes us ten minutes to get to campus. There are several students in the parking lot when we pull in. Of course all the guys are staring at Alice as she gets out. She flashes a smile at them as we walk toward the buildings. One of the guys whistles at her, trying to grab her attention desperately. "Hey, Baby! Nice car you got there. How 'bout you take me for a ride, then I'll take you for one."

"Fuck off, Prick!" I shout over my shoulder, flipping him off in the process. They probably thought I was Alice's jealous lover now, but I could care less. I hate jerk-offs like that. "Well, that's one. You'll probably have post-it notes all over your windshield with numbers on them by the time we go home." Alice was obsessed with her car, so I knew it would piss her off to envision sticky smudges all over her windshield as she pulled off all the post-it notes.

"There better not be! I'll kill them! Besides, the only number I'm interested in getting is the one attached to the sexy ass getting off of that crotchrocket!" I look at her and then follow her gaze over to Jasper, who has just pulled up on his Ducati. I wonder how long it would be before I walked in on them fucking on our couch.

I hitch my arm with hers and pull her toward the building. "We don't have time to talk to him right now. You'll just have to wait until later. Plus, the best way to a man heart, is through his stomach, and you know how good my brownies are."

"Fine." She stuck her lip out and pouted, but didn't protest.

Since it was our freshman year, we were taking the basics first. We had all of the same classes except our first one. I had Psychology and she had Theater Arts. We agree to meet back in front of the Psych Building before heading to our next class. Psychology went by pretty fast. Our professor gave us our syllabus and an assignment. Nothing too complex to start the semester off. After class, I walk back out of the building and see Alice waiting for me. She asks how Psychology was and told me what she had done in Theater Arts. Apparently it was going to be a super easy class for her. All she had to do to pass was go to four plays that her professor was directing.

"Hmmm....maybe I should change my major to dance." I joke and shake my hips a little.

Alice laughs. "Somehow, I don't think you'd enjoy it quite as much as sharing your love of all things Shakespeare with the world."

"True."

We have to walk across campus to get to our American History class. We sit in the back row. A few minutes after we get there, everyone started filling the seats. A tall, blonde girl comes in and sits down in the empty seat to my left.. She starts digging through her bag, looking for something. Stopping suddenly, she turns to me. "Hey! You don't have an extra highlighter do you? I lost mine."

"Ummm...yeah. I think I do." I nod, and bent over to pull one out of my bag. I smile as I hand it to her.

"Thanks. I'm Rose, by the way." she flashes a gorgeous smile and sticks out her hand to shake mine. It's probably wrong and stereotypical, but I'm shocked that she seemed to be down to earth. She is such a beautiful girl. She looks like a high fashion model. Just looking at her, you would think she was some snooty bitch who thought she was too good to even speak to anyone.

I shake her hand. "Bella. Nice to meet you."

Alice clears her throat and reached her arm around me to grab Rose's hand. "And I'm Alice. I love your blouse. We'll have to go shopping together sometime."

Rose's eyes light up and I can tell I'm in big trouble. I hate shopping but somehow always end up getting drug along on Alice's shopping adventures. "That sounds perfect! I need some girlfriends to hang out with. I usually just hang out with my boyfriend, Emmett, and a few of his friends. I feel like I'm starting to grow balls between my legs, as much testosterone as I've been around lately."

She rolls her eyes and we all laugh. We don't talk for the rest of class. Professor Berty gives us an assignment at the end of class. We are going to have to write a 4 page research paper on the Civil War. Great. History had never been my stronge point. Thankfully, Alice loved history, so she can help me out.

When he dismisses us, we gather our bags and head for the door. I'm the first one to the door. I have my phone out, adding Rose's number to my contacts list. I push the door open hard with my free hand.

The door shakes as I hear a load thump followed by a groan. "Oh, shit!" I gasp and peek around the door. I am horrified. I see a guy rubbing his forehead furiously. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention. I'm such an idiot! Are you okay?" I ask as Rose and Alice and the rest of the class files out of the classroom. I want to console him, so I place my hand on his arm. He slowly looks up and our eyes meet. I am speechless. There are the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen staring back at me.

I stand there, embarrassed as hell, my cheeks flushing the bright red I knew they always did. Hell this time they were probably redder than they have ever been. Fire Engine Red. Good thing I had taken off that blush.

The green eyed hottie blinks a few times, breaking our stare. "Uh...Fuck. Yeah, I'm fine. My head is just throbbing a little."

He raises his hand and runs it through his messy bronze hair, sighing. Holy Fuck. This guy was definitely the sexiest man I'd ever seen. His face was beautiful. He had high cheekbones, a strong jawline, a perfectly straight nose, and hot, full lips that I wanted to suck on at that moment. He looked tall, maybe 6'2 or so. His body was slender, but still muscular. He was wearing a navy blue collared shirt. The top couple buttons weren't buttoned and there was a white t-shirt under it. The sleeves were rolled and pushed up just below his elbows. He had on a pair of slightly distressed denim jeans, and white Nike sneakers. And he smelled delicious.

I finally realize I've been staring for much much longer than I should have been. I'm pretty sure I'm drooling at this point and I also notice that my hand is still on his arm. I look away quickly and pull my hand back. I'm about to apologize again, but am interrupted by loud, booming laughter. I jump and snap my eyes over to someone standing beside the gorgeous guy I had assaulted with a door. He was huge. His muscles bulged under a tight black shirt. He had short, curly brown hair. He was a good looking guy, but his size was intimidating. He was smiling at me and you could see that he had dimples. Like really cute fucking dimples. And despite his size which was so disarming and almost frightening, his dimples were exactly the sign I needed to see that this guy was harmless.

"Dude, you just got knocked the fuck out by a girl!" He laughed loudly again, walking over to Rose, who is standing behind me with Alice. He drapes his arm around her shoulders. She smiles adoringly at him and wraps hers around his waist.

"Shut the fuck up, Emmett! I didn't get knocked out by a girl. It was a mother fucking door! Get it straight, douchebag!" He looks at me again with those amazing green eyes. One side of his mouth turns up and he gives me a sexy ass smirk. He has a crooked smile and it is hot! I smile and blush again. I am mesmerized by this guy even though I've only heard him talk twice and both times, the word fuck has been used. I knew at that moment I was in some serious trouble and I didn't even know his name yet.