Stehp Meyer owns Twilight.

I hated this snobby version of my best friend that just dismissed me like one of her parent's employees. It took a few hours of bickering, arguing and negotiating, to finally come to an agreement. One of Alice's dad's investment companies developed the entire block. She finally admitted that he purchased the house for us a year ago when we began planning the move here to attend USC.

We would be…renting it from him.

At a very, very good 'rental rate.'

Alice is the kind of person who thinks she has everyone's best interests at heart. She's used to getting her own way and when she doesn't, she either just continues doing whatever she wants or she pouts until you give in. We have all learned to just save ourselves some time and surrender.

She has years of experience manipulating her parents, so getting us all to agree to this was a walk in the park for her.

Alice said she refused to live in some shitty dorm room on campus and she also refused to begin her college years with out any of us as roommates…so this was obviously the only option left for us.

She's flipping dramatic.

I called her spoiled, she called me ungrateful. In the midst of loud voices and insults, Jake whispered an inquiry of when he was due again for football.

I swear.

I really didn't want to live somewhere without her…or Rose. She saw the indecision in my face and walloped me again.

"I knew you'd be like this, you effing stubborn ass!" Her little pointer finger in my face. This was the clostest she came to actually swearing.

"My dad says you can pay him 300 dollars a month if you'd like. Just so you can feel like you're contributing. That's nothing. That's like…a new shirt! Can you pay 300 a month? She was throwing her little arms in the air and her already high voice was thrilling.

I still wasn't budging. Alice, exasperated tried a different approach.

"Jake, you'll have extra money for…for food. You like food...and Bella, you can get a better car now that you'll be saving money from your budget." She made a disgusted face at the last word.

She kept yammering on and on about the amenities of the great spacious building that was supposed to be our home for the next couple of years. She peaked my interests a little when I heard about the dishwasher. I guess there were a few things that would be nice to have around.

"...a park you can run to in the mornings and one of those big, ugly bags you like to punch in the basement… Jake, there's a game room with those x-cube thingys and bean chair bags. I know you'll love it. I designed it with my mom just for us, Bella. Pleeeeease."

When she started begging, I lost most of my resolve. I can't handle begging from anyone, especially Alice…and I like dishwashers.

Dammit.

I sighed exasperated. She was the most exhausting person in existence. I looked up to my two hundred fifty pound brownish red friend who was clearly lost when Alice mentioned extra food and video games.

Sucker. We're all Alice's fucking suckers.

I met her negotiations with firm aspirations to pay Carlisle as much as I could and to have him and Esme over for dinner at least once a week. I would try to give back as much as they have generously given us.