A/N : So, breaking news : I received all of the –gasp!- FIVE reviews you guys left. Yeah, I know. Isn't that an incredible number? Guess I can't afford to be mad since I've left you all hanging for the last 8 months or so. Hoping that this chapter will compel you all to review.

So, to compel you into reviewing, you have a free pass into the mind of -gasp!- Edward Cullen. Yes, the prodigal-slash-perfect-son has returned. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER : Just in case you missed this in the news, I now own the Volvo trademark, Twilight, Gossip Girl, and all the major fashion trademarks. NOT.

Chapter Two

Spotted : Hottie Set Up By Mommy

"I know that we are young and I know you may love me…

But I just can't be with you like this anymore, Alejandro…"

I groaned and roughly pressed down on the 'On/Off' button of the stereo. Was it impossible for the radio station to play any thing that isn't crap anymore? After almost one whole year of party-music, I was looking forward to some relaxing music along with a relaxing summer. I had spent the first month of summer with Emmett, helping Jasper plan out his proposal. Yes, the Jazz-ster was finally gonna make an honest woman out of my little sister.

I winced at the implications of that sentence and quickly channeled my thoughts down a random path to avoid a case of TMI. I was cruising up the road that led to our house. Or houses, I guess. The Cullens, along with the Hales and the Swans, had started out as a group of six in college. Five years later, after college, they had found themselves the toast of New York, and three years later, ready to start a family. The ladies- our moms- Esme, Lilian and Renee had grown up in New York, and so decided that Central Park was too big a playground for their kids. The three families quickly wrapped up their affairs in the Big Apple and by the time my mom had Emmett, everyone had been settled in Forks, Washington. One of the most depressing places on the face of Earth, according to Alice. Of course, anywhere without the three Bs-Barney's, Bendel's and Bergdorf's- was depressing to her.

I was brought out of my wandering thoughts as I caught sight of the mansion looming ahead. Ah, home sweet home. Time to put on your mask, Cullen.

The car idled just out of sight from the main house as I flipped down the mirror and made sure that I was presentable to Esme. Carlisle wouldn't mind- I was free to do anything as long as I kept up my grades and the Cullen reputation- but I knew how important it was to Esme that I stayed the perfect gentleman she'd brought me up to be.

Satisfied with my appearance -save for the wild bush on my head- I drove past the now open gates and parked in the garage. Esme appeared at the door connecting the garage to the kitchen, Carlisle at her side.

Pleasantries were exchanged, as customary. Carlisle greeted me with a firm handshake and a "Good to have you back, son.". Esme wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little squeeze, sighing quietly. I stroked her hair and murmured, "I'm back, Mom. We're all back."

I knew this to be true because just moments before I'd caught sight of Emmett lounging around in the kitchen, slicing and dicing various fruits. Esme had probably appointed him as sous chef, as usual. Not that I was bitter or anything. God knows I couldn't cook to save my life.

"Actually, bro," Emmett hollered from the kitchen. "Not all. Little pixie's making a stop at Rose's first. Something about Blair and Gossip Girl." I caught his eye as we walked into the kitchen. He grinned at my confused expression before resuming his kitchen duties. "Damned if I know what that means." He shrugged.

I frowned. Gossip Girl…that was familiar, but I couldn't place it. Blair…Blair…Blair Waldorf? The girl who went to Constance with Alice, Rose and –I mentally stuttered on the name- Bella?

"So that's why you're here as sous chef…" I mused. Emmett grinned again, as did I. After all, it'd been at least a month since he'd seen Rosalie. The only thing that could keep him away right now was probably girl problems.

"And you can be third-in-charge," Esme smiled, handing me a small basket of red, green and yellow peppers. She placed down a chopping board and a knife alongside it opposite Emmett and waved me over. I grinned and mock-saluted her.

"Ay-ay, Ma'am!"

*Bella Cullen*Bella Cullen*Bella Cullen*

After dinner, I excused myself on account of the long day. After all, it had been a big day, and whatever energy I had had left had been spent by Alice, now known as the evil pixie. Said evil pixie and Esme trailed after me. Apparently, they had some 'marvelous' news. I was suspicious already.

I opened the door to my room then turned around to face them. "So, what's the 'marvelous',"-I made air quotes- "news?" Here, I raised one eyebrow and focused on Alice. After all, she was probably responsible for this.

"Well," Esme smiled. "You should really thank Alice. After all, it was her idea, and I am quite grateful for it" Suspicion confirmed, I nodded to myself.

Alice smiled and started skipping up and down in her usual energetic way. "We've set you up!" She squealed.

"Huh?" No, I honestly didn't get what the pixie was saying.

"What Alice means to say is that you have a date, courtesy of us." Aww, man. Set up by my mom at the age of 22? Geeky. But I choked down my pride, and smiled, keeping up the goody-two-shoes image.

"With?" I pressed on for more details. Please don't let her be…

"Bella!" Esme squealed as I finished my sentence: …Bella. Great. Now, don't get me wrong. It's not like I have anything against Bella-the exact opposite, actually-but it was bound to be awkward.

Esme and Alice turned around to go down. "It's this Friday, La Bella Italia. You're picking her up at six." Alice trilled as she skipped downstairs.

I groaned and slammed the door behind me.

Mary Alice Cullen is one evil pixie.

So, how's Edward's mind? Is it worth reading? Or should I stick with our darling Bella? Next up, the big reunion between our girls, and more Gossip Girl action!

xoxo, Ness.