This was it. Senior year, yo. I was finally here. My last Homecoming dance. I wasn't big into the whole high school scene. I don't mean that I hang out with college boys or anything. I don't really hang out with anyone. High school was pretentious, in my opinion. It was all about who you knew and how far you could spread your legs. I had one good friend, that's all I needed. Rosalie Hale was totally kick ass as far as friends go. She's all cheerleader-type and I don't even know what type I am. I think people assume I'm the pseudo lesbian of the school, like I only hang out with Rose to make my social status go up.

Yeah, like I give a flying crap. I don't want to end up fighting with girls over who gets to be Alice Brandon's new BFF or who gets to rub their tits against Emmett McCarty's face. Nah, I'd rather sit at home, chillax with my dad, Charlie; my stepmom, Sue; and my stepbrother, Seth. I guess our dog, Jake, was alright, too. That little shit kept me amused most of the time.

Rosalie loved the fact that people that we were a lesbian couple. She had a flair for the dramatics, and I just went along with it. I didn't have much else to do. So we got all dressed up, and went to the dance, turning down all the guys that tried to dance with us and getting shit canned on the spiked punch. It was classic.

"Bella," Rosalie whined, drawing out the "a" of my name. I knew she wanted a favour from me and I knew I probably wouldn't like it. "Let's juss' go to Masen's party, 'kay? Nobody even recognizes you when you're all dressed up."

"Rose," I whined right back. "I effin' hate these people. Why are you torturing me?"

She grabbed my shoulders, looking down on me. She was, like, four inches taller than me without heels on. "Bella, this is your last chance to go to the after-party of Homecoming. You're not missing it."

I sighed, giving into Rosalie's complaining. I always gave into her. Maybe I was a lesbian. "Fine, but you're going to feed me drinks until everything looks like the sun is shining out of God's ass."

Rose snorted. "You're so weird, Bee. That's why I love ya."

"Whatever," I grumbled, letting her lead me outside and into one of the many limo's heading to the Masen mansion. It wasn't actually a mansion; I just liked calling it that for fun. It was a slightly larger than normal house. Edward Masen was a guy in our class. All forty of us knew him. Big whoop-dee-shit, I say. There's freakin' forty of us, not a hundred and fifty. I knew all the first names of our teachers, and no one gave me a pat on the back for that.

The bubbly was being poured in the limo I was whisked away in. God, I love teenagers. Well, I am a teenager, so I guess I can't really love teenagers yet. Actually, no one really loves teenagers, except for rapists.

Yeah, I definitely loved teenagers.

I was partying with people that I never thought I'd party with. Tyler Crowley was Forks' main drug dealer, which was fantabulous. All the power to that guy. Eric Yorkie was that hot-ass geeky guy that every cheerleader tried on for size; therefore, making him the least desirable lay. I would not go anywhere near his dick. All those STD's would probably just float away from his crotch. Jessica Stanley was the head cheerleader, that peppy bitch. She was like a puppy. A damn annoying puppy that you wouldn't mind just kicking clear off your front porch. Not that I'd ever give into animal abuse. Well, at least not to the good animals. I've cleared a few porcupines off the road in my driving career. Lauren Mallory was the school bitch. I don't know if she just gave everyone that dirty look or if that was just the way her face was, but either way, she looked like a real McAsshole.

We were having a grand old time, all of us random seniors. The music was cranked, and I couldn't even understand the words, but I loved it. The girls all stood up in the sun roof and one of the guys grabbed my ass and I almost liked it, but then I remembered that I was Bella Swan, not some hussy, as my stepmom liked to word it. So, I sat back down and drank some more. I had a very interesting conversation with Tyler on the affects of acid on the human brain and was almost tempted to try some just so I could trip balls.

"We're here!" Lauren called from the sun roof.

My stomach erupted with a flurry of moths. They ate at my stomach and I thought I was gunna blow chunks everywhere, but then the car came to a stop and I was fine again. I was quick on my feet, metaphorically. I could barely walk across the hallway to my bathroom without tripping over those damn carpet dwellers. I swear to God, I'll see them laughing at me one day.

"Let's go!" Rosalie squealed grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the limo. She straightened out her tiny red dress and pulled off her heels while running towards the Masen mansion. Thankfully my dress covered my tiny ass and had at least one strap. And fuck heels, too. I wore my Converse shoes. Yeah, I'm pretty classy. Rose said that I was making a statement, and apparently that was a good thing. I didn't care whether it made a statement or not, I was wearing my Converse's whether she liked it or not.

Soon, we were in. I was in. The inner circle was all here. I felt...elite. Like, I was getting a glimpse into what life could be like if I actually gave a crap about anything besides being awkward and quirky.

Rosalie immediately grabbed us drinks and then started talking to someone I didn't even recognize. So, I wandered, like any normal weirdo would do. I could be a killer wallflower. I could totally rock the wall.

But, instead, I decided to talk to some of my peers, like every retard does at the party. There was a good chance that I was that annoying chick that everyone tried to avoid, and left one of their friends behind to deal with. Yeah, I could rock that, too.

"Hey, there," I greeted, clapping someone's arm. I didn't know who it was, but I was gunna talk to him or her.

"Oh, hey." It turned out to be Edward Masen. What were my chances? He looked confused. He probably didn't recognize me in this get-up. My school clothes were different, to say the least. "Who are you?"

"Bella Swan," I replied before taking a drink and sticking out my hand. His shook it slowly, looking me over carefully. "You probably know me. I'm that weird chick at school."

"Oh... Yeah." He knew who I was. Everyone knew me. I was famous in Forks, but for all the wrong reasons. Although, I think all the guys totally wanted to tap this piece of ass right here. I was that crazy bitch that everyone was scared of, but all the guys totally wanted in her pants. "I didn't recognize you."

"Rosalie, my lesbian lover, is a miracle worker, what can I say?"

"So you two really are lesbians," he stated, looking at me with a crooked smile. I've seen people literally throw themselves at Edward over that smile.

"Oh, yeah, totally," I answered seriously, pulling my dress up. "I love her...tits?"

Edward snorted. "You're a terrible liar."

I shrugged. "Whatever, Edwin. Why don't you make yourself useful and get me a new drink or something?"

"It's Edward actually, and I'd love to get you a new drink, but only if you come with me. I need a pretty girl on my arm." He winked and offered his elbow to me.

I threw my head back and laughed, but took his arm anyway.

"You're not half bad!" Edward assured me. "You know, if you dressed like this more often, I'd be willing to bet that every guy would be after you."

"All the guys are already after me," I told him nonchalantly. "They just don't like admitting that they have a weird obsession with the different girl."

Edward leaned into me. "How'd you know?"

I smirked. "I know more than most people think. I may be awkward, but I'm not retarded."

Edward's breath was heavy against my neck. I felt claustrophobic. What the hell was going on? Why was he so close? Why was I so horny?

"How about we grab a few drinks, and then I'll show you my room," Edward suggested, pulling away from me and tugging me towards the kitchen.

I just nodded. I was dazed. So much for being quick on my feet.

Before I knew it, I was straddling Edward Cullen's very impressive package, making out with him.

What. The. Fuck.

Don't get me wrong, it was flippin' fantastic. I mean, dude, I was grinding all up on the hottest guy in school. And his hands were like two little miracles. Seriously, no one could possibly have better hands...or fingers.

Next thing I know, my dress is gone and I'm bare ass naked and riding the cowboy. God, was I ever drunk.

This is the last thing I remember from Homecoming night. What a helluva night it was.

Inspired by Juno, obviously. Mostly this was just me having fun. I didn't write it for anything else besides my own laughter. Hopefully some people join in with me.

I'm posted TBL first, which is all BPoV, and then I'll post "Learning to Breathe" later, which is in EPoV. Both titles are from Switchfoot songs. The Beautiful Letdown was a perfect description of this fic in my mind, so idk. Just decided to run with it.

Love,
Mare.

(And Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there. :) Thanks for everything!)