APOV

Okay. I thought me and MY boyfriend were loud.

So I walk in last night, and I go into my living room, hearing a lot of noise coming from my brother's bedroom that sounded a lot like my sister and her fiancée after massive alcohol consumption.

But no, it's not them, it's EDWARD. And clearly he's not alone. So, I'm standing there, thinking, "WHO is this girl?!" For all his good looks, charm, and serious cash, that boy hadn't done that in a time span long enough to worry my sister and me.

That, however, assured me that he was completely educated.

So anyway. Here I am in the living room when suddenly I hear my name.

"Alice!" a quiet voice hissed. "Alice! Over here! Heh-LO!"

Rose. Of course. And the second I turned, I saw my obscenely beautiful sister crouching behind the loveseat.

"What, are you spyi-" I began, but Rosalie cut me off.

"SHHH!" she snarled. "Just c'mere!" The second she said that, she quietly hopped up from the floor, and soundlessly ran- no, danced, as a word, was more precise- down the long hallway toward. When we arrived, she shoved me onto my bed and stood before me, glaring.

"What the f-" Again with the interruption. Can poor Alice NEVER get a word in?!

"Did you hear that? DID you hear that?! What WAS that?!" she demanded. "Or perhaps the better question being 'who'!"

"Your guess is good as mine," I responded vaguely. "When did you get in?"

"About midnight, maybe one. Why?"

"And were they already…" I ended my question there, hoping she'd catch my drift.

"Yes, and it HASN'T STOPPED," Rosalie replied angrily.

"Why are you so upset? It's been forever since he last-" WHY CAN I NEVER COMPLETE A DANG THOUGHT?!

"That's not my point," she responded stiffly.

I rested my chin in my hands and challenged, "Then what pray tell, is?"

"The point is, I'm worried," Rose confided. "Edward doesn't just take girls home because they're hot, then let 'em go the next morning. Before he even lets us know the girl exists, he dates her for AT LEAST three months. He must really like this girl, to sleep with her here."

"I-" I started speaking, but paused when I realized the predicament. "Oh God. I see. So this couldn't be a girlfriend, because he doesn't take girlfriends home until we know about them. But he must really like her. So if she turns out to be one of those 'sleeps with 'em then sneaks out while he's sleeping' whores, then…" I trailed off, upset.

"He'll be heartbroken," Rose concluded.

"So…what do we do?" I asked, fearful.

My sister looked regretful when she replied. "Tomorrow," she decided, "we can't let her leave."