EPOV

God she's hot. Like, Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition hot. This was the middle pages of Playboy hot. She was like they combined all the hot girls of 90210 with all the hot girls of Gossip Girl. Don't laugh at me, Alice hates watching TV alone and those are her favorite shows. She just has to pout and I'm sitting next to her on the couch discussing how much a womanizer Chuck is.

She had this really dark hair, natural, not dyed. Her bangs were long and flipped out in the perfect emodoo. Her chocolaty brown eyes were outlined in black and she had a hell of a body too. Her black skinny jeans failed to hide her perfectly sculpted legs and her black Aerosmith t-shirt hinted a very nice rack. I was thinking like a pig, but damn, any guy that saw her would. I could almost hear my brothers thinking the exact same thing.

JPOV

Damn she was hot. Too bad I was banging Alice. I would so tap that. Looks like Edward's going to go all caveman on her. Bella must be his dream girl. She was wearing an Aerosmith t-shirt even. What are the odds of a totally hot chick coming to our house, wearing a shirt with the logo of his favorite band, and having a room right across from his, and she's even his creepy emo type? Oh my god, she's even hearing Rocket Dogs, that man has the creepiest obsession with those shoes.

EMPOV

Hey Hey Hey, I feel a threesome coming on. God, she might even be hotter than Rose. What I would go to her. Dammit, Rose will know your thinking of her. Sing a song, sing a song, um… I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word, know in the mourning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own…Oh God, and I love Coldplay. Does that mean anything when it comes to my sexuality? Jasper would say yes, but I got that song from one of Edward's CD's. That might explain why he never dated….

EPOV

I was finding it hard not to fantasize about what we could do upstairs, alone, in her room. I didn't need to deal with a small problem. Well, not small. That was one part of my anatomy I was very proud of. Shit, I was going to end up looking like some teenage frat boy who can't keep it in his pants. Well, it would be in my pants, and I was a teen frat boy. Of course she didn't need to know that. I was screwed, and not in the fun way.

After I showed her were everything was and explained about Carlisle and Esme's sound proofing (it came up in the conversation, I swear) she was about to leave me to go into her room, which is were I wanted to be right about now. I wasn't going to come on to her or anything, but if I got into her room now it wouldn't seem so strange later. That's what I told myself at least. So I offered to help her unpack and she let me. Hallelujah.

I thought it best to let her unpack her cloths (she only had a paper grocery bag of them anyway) so I unzipped a laptop case expecting to find a few books or something. Instead, I actually found a laptop.

"Whoa, where'd you get this?" we really weren't allowed to carry that stuff between foster houses for some reason. Not that they're so overly strict about it, but computer use has to be monitored, having a portable one without spyware in it was not helping that.

"I bought it," she said simply. She had put all her cloths in the dresser of the little room.

I liked this room. It was almost totally black and white. Alice had insisted on the color scheme and it looked about right. The girl was psychic, I swear. The comforter was black with white sheets and a black iron bed frame. The carpet was black and the walls white. I had painted all the rest of the furniture black by myself because Alice wasn't risking any of her cloths and my brothers were to busy.

"With what?"

"Money, I've been known to work you know. Like a job, I know you're probably not familiar with the term but it's when someone pays you for some service. But not the dirty kind,"

"I know what a job is, ok?"

"But have you ever had one?"

"No," I mumbled. I was starting to look like a spoiled brat that gets what ever he wants. I was though, I don't know how I felt about that.

"Lucky you," she said humorlessly.

"Yeah lucky me, so who do you have on your ipod?" I was going for anything to change the subject.

"I have an twenty dollar mp3 player which has songs I doubt you would like,"

"Like what?"

Sign. "Clapton, Hendrix, The Who, Aerosmith, Queen, Zeppelin, Tom Petty, Ozzy, Black Label Society, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Poison, Doors, Jethro Tull, Heart, Van Halen, ZZ Top, Billy Squier, Slaughter, Def Leopard, Billy Idol, and Sweet, just to name few,"

"You're perfect,"

"Excuse me?"

"You're perfect, lets go to Vegas and get married,"

"Ok, what kind of car you got?"

"Aston Martin Vanquish,"

"Oh, Bond car,"

"Just call me Cullen, Edward Cullen,"

"Got a gun and a story for every scar?"

"I got a story for every scar, but no gun. And none of my scars we obtained in the service of my country,"

"What are your abuse stories?" she asked sweetly plopping down on the bed. She obviously knew what I meant about the scars.

Might as well show her.

Dun Dun Dun… Ooooh, what will happen? You will find out when I think there have been enough reviews. Or when I get bored. The later will probably happen before I get more than two reviews. I was just looking through my twenty dollar mp3 player to get some names, I was showing off a little.