Chocolate, Village People and Jackie Collins

I do not own Twilight

Rosalie

The beeps from my phone pulled me out of my lazy Saturday morning routine of bad tv, eating chocolate pop tarts and lounging on the sofa with Jackie Collins. God bless that wicked women and her "creative" writing, she has saved me from many bad dates who needs a man when us girls have chocolate and a fairy god mother at the local book store.

CHOCOLATE TIME?! My text was from Alice, when ever one of us had a request for chocolate time there was only one answer, I smiled as I sent back my text; I HAVE THE TIME IF YOU GOT THE CHOCOLATE X

Alice is my oldest and dearest friend; she was the first person I met on my first day at school. With her warmth, friendly smile and over enthusiasm it's hard not to fall in love with her. Alice goes by the nickname "Tinks" after Tinkerbelle, it is very fitting with her hyper personality but more suited with her appearance, Alice is tiny under 5 foot and in a corset it would upset many of the female population to know her waist is a doll like 16 inches.

Her hair is as dark as the night's sky and cut into a "pixie" cut to show her elfin features perfectly.

In Alice I found someone who matches my shopping ability, we both have a passion for fashion. After school I always thought Tinks would become a designer or personal stylist but not Tinks, she is the editor for Vogue. With her passion, natural style and instinct for design Alice is highly respected with in the fashion world. Not to mention of course the great discounts and free stuff she receives on a weekly bases, I think that's what I love most about her job seeing as Tinks passes on little gems from the fashion elite to her lowly infant teacher friend.

Wonder what the problem was this time?

We only ever call a chocolate meeting when either of us have a problem, depending what the problem is decides what level of chocolate is required.

For example once after a bad date Alice called a meeting over 2 boxes of Belgium's finest, well I think we all needed the choc fix to get over hearing how when her date took off his jacket it was like a recreation of "White Christmas" and that was before he proceeded to wiggle his finger in his ear to un-block the wax, before pulling out said finger with a "pop", then the dashing prince tried to hold Tink's tiny hand.

When I ran away from my "past life" it was chocolate heaven all in one room, chocolate ice-cream, cheese cake, milk shakes and even a mini chocolate fountain so as soon as I seen the bubbly warm ripples of chocolate heaven I knew Alice and Bella thought it was really huge, scale 10 bad.

Alice and I met Bella halfway through my last year at school after she moved in to town to stay with her dad. She fell at our feet, something we have come to learn Bella does often. Her backpack crashed across the lunch hall, losing its contents while Alice helped the blushing shy new girl on to her feet I collected up her books. The books I gathered up match many of my favourite titles, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering heights, Doctor Zhivago and Gone with the Wind. I remember thinking this girl likes classic fairy stories as much as I do, we were both hope less romantics.

Bella is your classic beauty, big deep chocolate eyes, wavy chestnut brown long silky hair and her skin is like a smooth pale ivory. What makes our Bella the most beautiful is the fact that she has no idea, her shy quietness and kind heart deepen her beauty, and you would never find a more romantic soul then hers.

Bella soon became firm friends with Tinks and me; sure Bella was not one for shopping often pouting at being forced in to fashions by Alice or have her hair styled by me.

We each bring something special to our friendship and years later our bond is stronger then any family, we laugh and smile together at the good times, cry and put each other back together after the bad times.

I could not or ever want to find better sisters.

I finished my pop tart grabbed a shower and dressed in some "chocolate" forgiving jeans. I was just drying my hair when Alice let herself in to my apartment; we each have a key to one another's places makes life easier.

"Is she here?" Alice was looking flustered, loaded down by pink gift bags from our favourite chocolate shop, The Melting Pot.

"If you are meaning Bella then no, is she not away with Edward?" I could have sworn Bella said Edward was taking her away for a surprise weekend, after all she noticed he had the weekend booked off from the hospital.

"No, its real bad Rose. I got a text from her an hour ago; she thinks he's cheating on her." Alice looked grave, before I had a chance to reply Bella crashed through the door, her eyes were red and puffy. Only one emotion flashed through my mind anger, if Edward Cullen has cheated on my friend he was one very dead doctor.

Emmett

I love Saturdays, it's the best night of the week. The club would be packed out tonight, ladies looking to shake their thing and guys wanting to watch them shake.

It was hard work running the "Apple", my long hours serving behind the bar, days filling out paper work and cleaning were proving worth it. 5 years ago when I bought this place it was just a regular night club, same old weekly music, dated décor and boring drink promotions meant profits were always low. Ii has taken some time but I have turned this place around bringing new d. j's monthly theme parties and weekly dance classes from Salsa to ball room.

Not only has the entertainment changed but with mum's design ideas we have turned the once seedy dungeon into a modern funky night club, complete with my favourite design feature a 1970's light up dance floor.

My Saturday mornings are spent doing the weekly stock take, running over the night's entertainment and restocking the bar from the night before. It's the only time I really get to enjoy this place, with no other club staff around this early I like to put on some classic 80's, switch on the floor and groove, it gives you the best feeling to just let it all go and do some "Thriller".

Just as I was working it out to some Village People, doing the classic Y.M.C.A, when Jasper's cool tone came over the sound system.

"Well nice form their Emily, but can you stop the camping it up and meet me at the bar, love the ass shake by the way!" His laughter rang out over the speakers as I moved over to the bar.

Jasper is my long suffering friend from college, we shared a house together despite being opposites in everyway we just got each other, he find's humour in my adolescent nature and I find calm from his relaxed attitude on life.

Jasper is your stereotypical suffering artist. He works as a photographer for a small local paper, it pays his bills but you can lose hours of your life hearing about how every time he takes a shot for the paper of a 90 year old grandmother blowing out candles a little piece of his soul dies.

"So Jazz man what's happening, you never make it out of bed before mid afternoon. This must be good." Jasper looked blank, "I have no idea, all I know is Edward sent me a text about half an hour ago saying to meet him here."

Edward and Jasper met the first Christmas after I went to college, both Jasper's parents died when he was teenager, rather then spend the festive season alone Jazz joined me and my family. He and Edward get on really well and both the guys have been there for me through everything, good and bad.

At times it's like having two brothers, I know my folks see him as a son and over the years Jazz has come to treat them like his parents too.

Just then my level headed "golden balls" of a baby brother joined us, he looked like shit. Like he had not slept in days, all pale and sweaty, yep he looked like shit alright, wonder what golden boy could have done. Looking this crap I bet it had to do with a woman.

"Guys I need some help. I just drove back 6 hours from seeing Bella's father; he just gave me permission to ask for Bella's hand. You guys need to help me. I have a plan I just need some muscle to put it together"

Holy shit my baby brother was going to ask his girl to marry him, I had only one emotion flash though me, pity. Good luck there sucker.