BPOV

I was finally packing for our school trip to Paris. We had been waiting over five months, but it finally came around. I had less than ten minutes to cram enough clothes for two weeks into my very small brown suitcase which was covered in dust. I hadn't been on vacation in years.

"Bella, we're leaving for the airport in eight minutes dear!" Renee shouted up the thin staircase. She was always very precise.

Eight minutes to finish my packing. I should be able to make it in time because I didn't have a large selection of clothes like Alice or Rose. Eight minutes and I will be in the car for another three hours before we reach the airport where I'm most likely to be jumped on by a very excited Alice. Oh joy.

Alice and Rosalie were sharing a room and I was bunking with Angela. Only because we weren't allowed to stay in groups more than three and since there were four of us, pairs worked out better than a group of three and one on their own.

We four had been best friends since high school. Even though we all had completely different personalities, it worked well. Nothing stopped us from being friends. Angela was a member of the calculus math club and I had joined the science club from day one. Rose and Alice didn't do any after school activities like us, though Alice would argue with me and say that shopping is one. Rosalie sometimes joined the stuck up plastics at their dinner table to discuss their modelling careers. She was the only one out of all of them that probably had a shot in modelling because her chest was real. Once in a while, Alice would go and sit with the school gossipers to catch up on all the school scandals, which she would then share with us. Neither of us ever thought of it as abandoning because it happened very rarely, and nothing would ever come between us.

I realised my bag was too small to fit in all my clothes. It wasn't like me to run out of space for clothes, but I had never really gone away for more than a weekend, so I didn't ever need a bag bigger than a laptop case. Pushing down on the lid, I sat on the case and tried shifting the zip around the gap. It was useless; there just wasn't enough room, so I started stuffing my hand through the gap, hoping to push back the fabric.

"Bella, we're leaving now!" Renee screeched once again up the stairs.

The zip still wouldn't close, so I began jumping up and down on the case whilst still sat on my bum.

"Bella?"

I tried to shout down a reply to her between bounces but she didn't hear.

"Are you okay dear?"

There was no use trying to reply because she wouldn't understand, so started pushing back the material which was jutting out the hole whilst still jumping on the bag. I felt the case starting to slide slowly off the bed, but wasn't quite fast enough to get off, and ended up crashing into the cabinet and landing on the floor, causing the drawers to fall out and bruise my stomach.

I moaned.

Renee came racing into the bedroom after hearing my crash landing. Even though things like this happened to me very often, it never stopped how Renee would react every time I fell over my feet, or stumbled over a very visible cable.

"BELLA !! Stay there, honey, I'll go and get an ice bag."

"No, mom I'm okay. This wouldn't be the first." I managed to laugh and pull myself up off the wooden floor. My back ached and my ribs burned from the crash, but I wasn't going to miss my flight.

Jumping off the floor, I pretended to be completely fine and started skipping down the stairs, bag in hand.

"Come on mom, let's go." She was still upstairs tidying after my little accident, but eventually came down.

"Okay honey, let's get you to the airport." She smiled.

EPOV

CRASH !! What the hell was that? I opened the door to see both Emmet and Ben spread across the corridor floor with two metal pans at their feet. They had been playing PANS again.

This was a game where we would each steel a metal pan from the dorm kitchen and wear it as a helmet. We would then take it in turns to charge at each other with our heads full force until we had all been against everyone. The person with the least dents in their helmet would win, and got to chose who's turn it was to do the dishes. We sometimes played this game with the whole dorm just for the fun of it, but it was usually just between me, Emmet, Jasper and Ben. The pots and pans would be returned of course, but the kitchen staff was always complaining about how their equipment looked like it had been in a battle zone. They never figured us out though.

I didn't understand why they were playing PANS at this very moment though, for we were heading off to the airport to fly to France on a school trip in less than half an hour, and there were no dishes to wash.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"Ermm .. Playing PANS, what does it look like Eddo?" Emmet threw his head back and laughed.

"No, Emmet, he wants to know WHY we're playing PANS, there's no dishes to clean." Ben was a smart lad, I had no idea how he got caught up in us.

"There isn't? So, that means that even if I lose, I actually win?" Emmet looked intrigued.

Ben gave him a funny look and then stood up, walking to me.

"We're just playing to pass time, no reason really. Emmet's all packed, and as you guys are going away for two weeks, I won't have anyone to play PAN with, so we're making the most of our time."

"Oh, well .. Have fun." I smiled and went back to my packing.

I was nearly done, but I also needed to check Emmet's, no one could trust him to pack sensibly for two weeks. Closing the zip on my suitcase, I moved over to Emmet's bag which was lay on top of his bed and unzipped. Lifting the lid, I could already tell I was going to have to re-pack his bag. There were three changes of underwear, one spare pair of jeans and two tops. On top of that, was his play station three, x-box 360, Wii and a DS console. Did he really think we were going to get the chance to play these games?

I began emptying his bag, removing each game one by one and laying his clothes on his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, I found five pairs of trousers and fourteen tops. That would be enough. I hesitated when I reached the top drawer, wondering if I should open it. Would he think it weird if I packed his underwear? I decided not to and returned to his case, if he didn't listen to me when I next told him to pack more underwear that would be his problem. Placing neatly folded items into his bag, I felt something hard amongst the few things that he had originally packed and immediately pulled it out.

IT WAS A TWO FOOT CADBURYS BAR! Stuffed between the items of clothes he was planning on taking with him. I decided against removing it and continued packing.

Finally, I finished and stepped out into the corridor where Emmet was prancing around, wearing the pan covering his face. Ben was gone.

"Hey, Em, you need to pack at least fourteen pairs of underwear otherwise you're going to stink."

He shook his head and waved his arms.

"Fine Emmet, but if you end up meeting some girl and want to smell good, I'm not lending you any of mine." I snorted.

I heard his voice echo from inside his helmet which sounded like a 'help', but couldn't be too sure.

"What was that?" I asked.

He tried to say something again, but the pan muffled his words. That's when I realised it was stuck. Ben had given him the smaller pan and ran off, knowing exactly what he would get himself into. I couldn't help but laugh. Placing my hands on both sides of the pan, I began tugging hard, but it was hopeless, so I started twisting it from side to side, hoping that it would eventually slip off his big head. That didn't work either, so I gripped the handle and tried pulling it off with frequent jerks. It wouldn't budge.

"Umm .. Sorry Emmet, we're going to have to take this to the kitchen."

He mumbled something which sounded like a disagree, but I ignored it, leading him to the elevator and taking him to ground level. We were outside the kitchen when I decided to play a trick on him for making me re-pack his case. If the pan wasn't enough, then this would be. I walked behind him, guiding him with a push into the wall right next to the door. His heavy body slammed into the painted wall leaving a dent in the plaster when he fell onto his back.

The kitchen staff came rushing out through the door I should have led Emmet through, and let out laughter they had no intention in hiding at the sight of Emmet scrambled on the floor with the pan still stuck securely on his head.

"We have a problem." I motioned.

The cook immediately understood and disappeared, returning shortly with a bottle of cooking oil.

"I know how to handle this." He grinned.

After rubbing oil on parts of his face that were reachable, he simply slipped off the pan, leaving a very red, oily Emmet.

"Well, at least we know who's been damaging the equipment." He accused Emmet.

I gave him no time to snap at me for leading him into a wall and jumped in immediately "Right Emmet, pack more underwear and you, me and Jasper are on the coach with the rest of them and heading to the airport."