-1Okay so ever since my cousin has gotten a fan fiction account I have wanted to co-write a story with her, and now we have finally started it!!!! Yay!!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!! I know exciting right?!?! P.S. just so you don't get confused this is going to be on both of our accounts because we couldn't choose which to put it on.

Disclaimer: Okay Twilight is on the list of the many things that we don't own. For example: we don't own peanut butter, or silly string, or string cheese, or crazy string, or popcorn, or marshmallows, or jelly. But somehow we found a way to incorporate all those things into this one story, and trust me it ain't pretty, but it's funny. So yeah we don't own Twilight, but we do have this amazing story to be proud of so what now??????

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Sleepover, Strange Women, and a Super Model:

BPOV:

My fourth grade year, was the absolute worst of my life. My name is Bella Swan, and I was the fourth grade class loser.

I had been a little more than awkward, and that was an understatement. I was tall, but still hadn't lost my baby fat. My skin was pasty white, and no matter how much time I spent out in the sun nothing could change that.

I was constantly getting gum stuck in my frizzy hair, so my father, Chief Swan, decided to cut it short, so he didn't have to always fight with a sticky mess when I got home.

I had thick rimmed glasses, and braces. My lips were always chapped, and I was dressed poorly because we just didn't have the money to pay for anything else.

And to top it all off I was shy and timid, and all I wanted to do was blend in with the background, but my klutzy ways prevented that from happening. Like I said before, dork didn't even cover me in the fourth grade.

Finally Alice, my savior, the one person who could stand to be around me…okay that's a bit of and overstatement. But Alice finally took me under her wing, and changed my life drastically. I could still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Hi I'm Alice Cullen! I'm your new best friend!" She had said.

"O,o,okay!" I stuttered shy as ever. Alice, and her brothers were the definition of popular in elementary school, but that didn't stop her from reaching out to me. She had always been like that though.

Her brothers, not so much. Emmett and Edward always picked on me. Despite the fact that he was mean to me I've always had, and probably will always have a crush on Edward Cullen. Even though it had been 10 years since I've actually seen him.

He had green eyes that I got lost in every time I saw them, even if it was just a picture. And the most beautiful shade of hair I had ever seen. It was a reddish bronze, and was constantly in a beautiful mess. Even at ten he was the most gorgeous guy on the planet.

The day he left for boarding school was quite possibly the saddest day of my life. And since then the only time I ever saw him was through the school pictures he would send every year. And let me tell you that boy only go better looking with time.

I was now 19 years old currently having a slumber party with my two best friends Alice, and Rosalie Hale-whom we had met in fifth grade, the year Edward left for boarding school.

"Alice this has to be the most comfortable be…" my voice was cut off by a fluffy purple cased feather pillow to the face.

"Alice!" I squealed as my best friend threw a fist full of popcorn at me, then in seconds flat another hand full of marshmallows.

Now Alice and I had started an all out food war. We were squealing and laughing at the top of our lungs and soon my only defense against my evil pixie friend was a pillow.

The popcorn still being hot was melting the marshmallows into a gooey mallowy mess that was sticking to everything in sight. Just as Alice loaded up another pop mallow-as I liked to call it- Rose walked in carrying a large pink bowl of Peanut Butter M&Ms.

"Okay guys this is the last bag…" Poor Rose had been caught in the cross fires of Alice and I's food war.

Alice tossed a pop mallow towards Rose and I's direction were it landed on Rose's right boob, and I smacked a feather pillow down on Rose's head.

Now that Rose was involved, the war had just begun. She was grabbing fist fulls of Peanut Butter chocolate morsels and throwing them at us.

Dodging pop mallows and M&Ms left and right with nothing but a pillow for any kind of protection. Alice and quickly took a look at each other and mouthed 1,2 "3!" We squealed and mad a mad dash for Rose. Our surprise attack had given Alice and I just enough time to take our unsuspecting friend onto the humongous purple, pink, and silver dressed bed, and begin beating her over the head with fluffy, soft, feather pillows.

After four minuets of this we were all laughing so hard that speaking was impossible and breathing was labored.

Alice and I silenced our attacking and stood up. We were just beginning to breath normal again when Rose lunged.

Again we were rolling around on the mush and mess cover ground, grabbing what we could off the floor, and throwing it at each other.

Suddenly out of nowhere Alice stopped and sat up. "Stop!" She declared firmly. Rose and I complied when Alice did things like this she usually had a feeling about something. You could call it a premonition.

"I'm hungry, I want a snack." She stated simply. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Alice…we're rolling around in food. EAT SOMETHING!" Rose giggled.

"No, I'm in the mood for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." Alice replied. Rose and I looked at each other.

"Okay Alice." Rosalie said. Then Alice was gone. Rose and I took this chance to catch our breaths. We sat chuckling for a few minuets.

We hadn't heard Alice re-enter but her presence was mad known. "Bam-Bam-Bam-Bam!" Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches flew through the room and plastered the back of my and Rose's heads.

"Told ya I was in the mood for PB&J." Alice stated taking a bite out of an unharmed sandwich. The war ensued again, but we called it quits when the cheese started flying.

In the end we were coved in: Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich, chocolate, whipped cream, silly string, crazy cheese, feathers from the exploded pillows, marshmallows, popcorn, and bits of string cheese.

I told the girls goodnight and headed to Edward's room where I went into the bathroom. Examining myself in the mirror I laughed.

My now ivory skin was plastered with food and toppings, as well as my hair that now hit my shoulder blades. My chocolate brown eyes were puffy from crying tears of laughter, and surprisingly my contacts stayed in. I picked the big chunks out as well as I could, then jumped in the shower.

After my shower I became sleepy so I hurried to brush my straight white teeth, and change into a new pair of shorts and a clean cami, that accentuated my curvaceous slim body.

Crawling into the king size bed with golden sheets I quickly fell into a deep sleep thinking of Peanut Butter M&Ms, and pop corn.

EPOV:

I had just gotten home after a long drive from Port Angeles, and an even longer flight-four hours-from New Hampshire.

I was excited to see my family. For the first time in 10 years I would actually be on and extended vacation, and able to spend it with them.

My parents had decided to send me to a boarding school in Chicago for my middle and high school career, and I went to Dartmouth for collage. Which meant besides the occasional visit I didn't see them much. So it was kind of a big deal that I could spend a whole summer with them.

Boarding school had been boring, plain and simple. I had thought of many ways to make it exciting, all of which involved breaking the rules. There had been multiple times I had almost been expelled. Luck for me though we had a headmistress, and I was a little more than average looking to put it lightly. And I was able to charm her out of any drastic punishment.

Collage was fun I had made lots of friends, and I wasn't so bad with the ladies. But I really hadn't found anyone that I wanted to be with for a long period of time.

I dropped my bag and the door, too tired to even carry it up the stairs, and headed up to my room. Thankfully I had a very comfortable mattress practically calling my name.

That's why I thought I had the wrong room when I opened my door and found a girl who could have easily been a super model sleeping in my bed.

At first I thought Alice had given me a welcome home present, but then I realized I wasn't supposed to be home for another two weeks. So it must have been one of Alice's friends.

I was upset that I couldn't sleep in my bed, and I was sorely tempted to climb in next to her anyways. But Esme had raised me a gentleman, so I got a pillow and blanket, and headed back out the door to the couch.