This is my first fanfic, so please don't bash it if it's not good. I would love constructive criticism... So begins A West Side Story, Twilight Style.

Bella's POV

"And this is D.J Dan at hot 103.5 F.M telling you to WAKE UP!!" My fist slammed down on the alarm instantly shutting it off.

"God I hate that guy," I mumble as I roll out of bed " how can someone be that chipper at 6:00 A.M.

"MORNING BELLA" Alice screamed as she ran into my room brandishing curling irons, hairspray, and dare I say glitter butterfly clip. Or as I call it all, her torture devices. We go through this every morning. Every morning I wake up, every morning she plays Bella Barbie. No matter how much I protest she always gets her way.

Grumbling I go tht bathroom to shower, brush my teeth , etc, while Alice sets up her torture station at my vanity mirror. I can't help but think how someone like me be related to that pixie in my bedroom.

Yes, I know I can't believe it either that demonic fairy in there is my cousin. Last year her parents moved to Germany for her father's business, and since Alice was about to start her senior year at Franklin High she refused to go. So her parents allowed her to move in with her Uncle Charlie, who also happened to be my Dad.

"Hurry up Bella we are going to be late, come on." Damn my relaxing shower is ruined.

After wrapping myself in a towel I blow dried my hair and walked into my room where Alice waited for me. As I went to sit in the chair I stumbled and went face floor into my wooden floor.

"Jesus Bella, there wasn't anything even there. How can one person be some damn clumsy? But I guess that's why every guy in school likes you, your there damsel in distress. Distress from always coming into hard contact with the floor" She giggled as she offered me her hand.

" Shut the hell up Alice!" I grunted as I lifted myself off the floor.

Alice shot what was suppose to be a menacing scowl as she started on my hair and make up.

"Alrighty then, I'm all done. And I picked out your outfit for today, so put it on and her, Rosalie will be here any minute and you know she hates to wait." Alice skipped out of the room singing Jessie's Girl.

Of course she would pick this out. I can't believe Alice, she always wanted me to dress like her and Rose. Which in layman terms means, little clothing, lots of skin. There was no point in arguing with her, she would just give me puppy dog eyes and say "please," and I couldn't say no. It has always worked, even when we were eight and she convinced me to steal some chocolate from wal-mart. Only to be caught by my dad the second I stuck it into my pocket, my backside had been sore for two days. So I put on the black leather miniskirt, the pink eylet lace pink camisole, and the knee high black leather boots.

" I look like a barbie dominatrix" I sighed as I made my way downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen I half expected Charlie, my dad, to freak out about my outfit. But I guess he was so use to Alice dressing me that he didn't really care. Outside a long shrill honk filled the air, followed by two shorter honks.

"Well Rose is here" Alice waved goodbye to charlie as she made her way to the door.

"Bye Dad, love ya," I gently pecked Charlie's cheek as I ran towards the door trying to catch up with Alice, only to catch my heel on the rug and landing face first on the floor for the second time today. I jumped up and quickly and fixed my clothes,"My bad" I said opening the door and walking this time to Rose's bright red Convertible.

"Bye Bells, be careful of those boogeyman rugs and floorboards, they'll get ya!" He laughed as he closed the front door.

"What the hell is he talking about, boogeyman rugs and floorboards," my other best friend Rose asked as she threw her car into drve, and sped off to school.

"Oh, I fell." I answered her blushing bright red.

"Hmmm... How many times is that today" she laughed as she turned into the school parking lot.

"Only twice, gosh" I smirked channeling my best Napoleon Dynamite

"Ha, well the day is still young" Alice grinned as we got out of the car.

I turned bright pink as I got out, just like I did every morning, as every head from our school turned our way as we walked up the path to our first period English class. I never understood everyones infatuation with us, well with me at least I guess it was our drastic differences. Rose was statuesque, with long blond hair, and as the guys would say a "banging bod." Alice was much shorter than us standing at a mere 4'10, she had short pointy black hair with intense hazel eyes, and the grace any dancer would kill for. Then there was me I was an average 5'5, I wasn't fat, but I was soft not toned like Rosalie and Alice, with dull brown hair and eyes.

We went to Franklin High, which the kids at our most hated rival school Forks High called "The Rich, Stuck Up Kids School," But not all of us were stuck up, I really hate it when I get stereotyped.

"Hey Babe, you didn't call em back last night" my boyfriend Alec said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Sorry that was my fault I needed her help picking out my outfit." Alice smirked as we walked into Mrs. Mayer's English class.

"And that took all night?" Alec glanced at me under his long lashes. Again I could not understand why he would want to date someone like me, I mean damn, he was the quarterback for our football team. They are suppose to date the head cheerleader, which was Rose. I was the 3rd in charge under Alice of course. Yet, he chose me.

"You obviously don't know Alice," I winked at him and took my seat.

"Alright babe I got to get to class, she you at lunch" I smiled as he kissed me again and ran to class.

"You guys are so cute, how long have ya'll been going out now?" Rosalie asked as she took her seat behind Alice, and right next to me.

"Two years next month," I smiled.

"Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend," Rosalie sighed placing her hand under her chin.

"Me too" Alice chimed in.

"Well, if you guys didn't turn down everyone that asked you guys, ya'll would both have boyfriends."

"I just haven't met the right person." They both said simultaneously.

"Okay, if you girls I would like to start class." Mrs. Mayer glared as she wrote West Side Story on the board.

"Okay following our work into romance in literature and movies for the next couple days we will be watching West Side Story." She finished as she wheeled in a T.V and DVD player.

Class was over before I knew it, and Rosalie and Alice were positioned on either side of me as we walked down the hallway. Finally reaching our lockers, which were curiously next to each other, thanks to Rosalie charming Mr. Watson into giving us lockers beside eeach other and giving us all the same classes.

Alice pulled a plastic bag at of her locker and then gave it to Rosalie. Which Rosalie took and shoved into her gigantic black purse.

"What's that" I asked while we walked to second period.

"You didn't tell her yet? Well, go ahead and tell her." Rosalie said nonchalantly.

"Okay, the bag is filled with spray paint, T.P, and shaving cream. We heard that the cheerleader's from Forks were the ones who tee peed the guys from the teams' houses last week, so we are going to do that to, and wee, go a little further." She said wringing her hands together in anticipation,"Oh, we are going to get them good."

"Guys, I don't know about this," I moaned as I sat down at my desk with Rose and Alice.

"Don't worry, I have this all planned out, there is no way we can get caught." Alice was pretty much jumping up and down at this point.

"Plus, this is THE game, we have to do something," Rose mumbled as Mr. Johnson walked in.

"Okay I am in, but we can't get caught" I whispered back.

School flew by pretty fast. We filled the other cheerleaders in on the plan for tonight. Alice split us up in to teams of three and divided up the guys on the Fork's football team between the groups.

"Alright guys I will pick you up at 11 o' clock tonight, be ready, and wear all black.

The night drug on and on as Alice picked out our black outfits for tonight. I ended up with black leggings and a black turtleneck, and Alice wore black Capri's with black knee high boots, and a black bodice with a black knit sweater.

I eyed the boots suspicously, " And exactly how are you going to run in those if we need to?"

"Puh-lease I learned how to run in heels before I learned how to walk in sneakers, and plus I have to make crime look good." She scoffed as we waited for Rosalie.

An hour later Rose pick us up in her dad's black suburban. We hit the first house, which belonged to Emmet McCarty, the full back.

"Well I say we have done a pretty good job." Rose laughed as we pulled away from the McCarty residence.

" Next up, Whitlck, Jasper, Line backer." Alice read off of the piece of paper in her hand.

Another twenty minutes and we were done with the Whitlock house. We drove to the next house, which was a giant white mansion.

"Well, Mr. Edward Cullen, I think your house is going to take more than twenty minutes." Rose said as she cut the engine to the suburban.

"Guys I don't think we should do this, this is a very nice house." I said looking up at the masterpiece that was this house.

"Shut it Bells, this is the last one, and he is the quaterback, don't you want to make Alec happy?" Rosalie arched up an eyebrow as she asked this.

"Okay, but lets hurry please." I sighed as we started to coat the trees with toilet paper. As soon as we were finished with the last tree, the front porch light flicked on. Rose, Alice, and I jumped into the closest bush.

"Hello, someone there? Wait, what the hell? Those damn cheerleaders" He stomped his way back into his house as the girls made a mad dash for the car.

"That was close," I choked out finally after we reached my house.

"Yeah, but we so got them good," Alice said as she high fived Rosalie.

"Yeah yeah, okay we need to get some sleep, the big game is tomorrow. Rose you staying the night?" I asked slipping under my covers.

"Yeah, my parents are gone for the next couple days." She mumbled as she drug herself into the bathroom to change.

I smiled to myself as I fell asleep. I dreamt for the first time in ages, but it wasn't about school, or friends, it was about Edward Cullen. I had a dream that I saw him at the game, but he wasn't mad at me for vandalizing his house he just smiled and kissed me.

"Oh, boy," Was all I could say when I woke up.

Sorry if it was too long, and sorry id I didn't have my football terms right. I am going to try to put up another chapter or two tonight, depending on what people think so far.