Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Twilight series, or anything associated with it. It's all from the genius of Stephenie Meyer. However, I can tell you write now I sure as hell wouldn't be using my time to write if I owned a certain Edward Cullen….

BPOV

It was spring break, and I was stuck in Forks. Well, a year ago this thought would have been a complaint, but I didn't mind staying here. Here is where my Edward was.

Much to my discontent, I wasn't with him. Spring break was also the coming of a new season, which for me meant spring cleaning. I'm sure Charlie wouldn't even notice if I hadn't started to clean the house, I don't think he would've even cared. But I was living here, too, so it was time to take out the broom and the Windex (not for use together, of course). First I had to see if we even had Windex, or a broom, for that matter.

I managed to scrape together some effective cleaning products in time. The kitchen wasn't that bad. Sweep the floor, bleach the counters, the typical chores, except for under the refrigerator. Since I had the strength of practically an infant, I couldn't move the fridge to then clean that section of floor. Instead, I covered the stick end of the broom with paper towels soaked in bleach, got on my stomach, and proceeded to maneuver the broom through the gap between the bottom of the fridge and the kitchen floor, so I could wipe up all the dirt and whatever else was hidden in the depths of oblivion. I just had to be careful of the kitchen table, which I was mostly under while trying to accomplish this.

I swiped once and brought the broom so I could see it. The entire thing, entire paper towel stack, was covered in gunk. I mean, it wasn't just a dirt color, it was like darker than black. I quickly removed it and put on fresh paper towels, totally skeeved out.

I must have gotten most of it clean, because I swiped a few more times and nothing more would come up onto the paper towel. I looked underneath the fridge, and didn't see anything else, so I assumed I was done. I put the broom aside, and went to slide myself out from under the table and stand up, safely.

Clearly, that was not was I was destined to do. As I started moving, carefully, outwards, I heard a big booming voice, mingled with a small perky one.

"Hey Bella! Are you so afraid of me you need to hide under the table? Hahahahaha…" Emmett continued to laugh, shaking the room, or at least the furniture, just a little bit.

At the same time, Alice was talking to me, too.

"Hello Bella! Oooooh, where did you get that outfit? If you needed nice clothes to clean in, you should've just asked me, I would've taken you shopping for some. Those should be thrown out right away, they're too dirty. And that shirt had bleach all over it! What were you thinking when you put it on today?"

They, of course, scared the crap out of me and I, being the oh-so coordinated person that I am, bumped my head on the underside of the table, which really, really hurt. Emmett picked me up, telling me something about that being a 'nice one' as Alice handed me an ice pack, which I held to my head. Now being stable, I turned on her.

"Oh, I don't know Alice, I guess I was thinking 'all I'm going to be doing today is cleaning, and I don't want to ruin any of my other outfits, so I guess I'll put on my grungy clothes I always wear when I clean' when I picked out this shirt this morning. I had no idea you guys would be coming over."

I stared at the two of them. Emmett had a big grin on his face, and Alice had that look in her eye….Oh crap. They were up to something. And whatever it was, I bet it included me somehow.

"Why are you two here anyway? And I'm warning you, I'm not playing any of your games this time. It took long enough for Edward to recover from the last time we played Truth or Dare. He was afraid to kiss me, even touch me for days. And Alice, do you remember how mad you got, and how you showed the entire school footage of all of us completely embarrassing ourselves just to get even? I am not going through that again, thank you very much." (A/N: all references to my other story, "Truth or Dare: Cullen Style!")

"Oh Bella relax, I don't want to play truth or dare again, we've already done that. I want to play something new, something I just came up with. Are you in?" I eyed her skeptically.

"What exactly is it that you want to play, Alice?" I wasn't going into this blind.

"It's a secret! You can't know until the game starts, and it starts back at home." By home, she was referring to her house, which was soon to be my true home, even though I already thought of it that way.

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, then I don't want to play. Now, please leave me to my cleaning in peace." I grabbed the broom and took the paper towels off the handle, and threw them in the trash. I turned around and Alice was all of a sudden right in front of me. Her voice was still sweet and innocent, and she looked that way too, but the true meaning in her words was threatening.

"Bella, I am warning you, if you do not come willingly, I'll have Emmett force you into the car and back to the house. Either way, you're coming with us." I looked over at Emmett, and he was cracking his knuckles, purely for show, like the gangsters did in the old movies.

"I guess I have no choice, I'll go get changed," I sighed. I walked up the stairs and into my room. I threw off the sweatpants and grimy shirt, and put on my dark blue jeans and a white collared shirt, and added a light blue sweater over it. I fixed the collar so it was out of the sweater, and folded the cuffs of my shirt over my sweater. I took the bandana out of my hair and brushed it, but it was not cooperating so I just threw it up in a ponytail, and headed downstairs.

I walked to the door, but Emmett blocked my way.

"Yes, Emmett?" He laughed.

"Do you always take a walk with the bunnies?" I stared at him questioningly. What the hell did he mean by that?

"Emmett, I have no idea what you are talking about." He lifted a finger and pointed to my feet. I had forgotten to change my shoes. I still had my pink bunny rabbit slippers on.

"Oh." I turned on my heels, and found Alice now blocking my path to the stairs, but she held a pair of baby blue flats in her hands.

"Here you go Bella. I saw that they matched your outfit perfectly, so I felt I just had to get them." She held the shoes out to me, and I took them, leaning on the wall for balance as I quickly put them on.

"Thanks Alice. But you don't have to keep buying me clothes, I barely ever wear them."

"That's what she said." Emmett started laughing. Alice rolled her eyes.

"Emmett, would you stop that? I'm sorry about him Bella, him and Jasper have been a little annoying. They've been doing it all day." Emmett burst out with another round of laughter. Alice smacked herself in the head, regretting what she just said.

"That's…what…she…said," Emmett managed to get out in between spills of laughter.

"Um, Emmett, I think that was more of a burn to yourself, saying that you and Jasper were 'doing it' in that context….," I stated, nervously, hoping he wouldn't find a way to twist that too. Alice knocked him on the head, and he slowly pulled himself together.

"I'm sorry you had to be a part of that Bella. Now, let's go, I want to get the game started!" Alice jumped up and down, and willed me out the door. I walked across the lawn to the Porsche, which was sitting in front of my house with Jasper in the passenger's seat. I went to go sit in the back, but Alice stopped me.

"Jasper, let Bella have shotgun. You've had it all day." Jasper started to climb to the back, but I stopped him from doing so.

"No, really Alice, it's okay. I'm fine in the back, I don't mind. Jasper, don't move, I have no problem sitting in the back, really." The thought of being able to see the speedometer needle rise while Alice drove was already making me feel uneasy. Jasper must have sensed my feelings, because he sat down.

"Alice, I think it would be in everyone's best interest if Bella sits in the back, like she wants." Yes, thank you Jasper! Alice gave a shrug.

"Alright. Just get in, I want to get going already!" Alice hopped in the car, literally, and I opened the door and climbed in, figuratively.

Alice stepped on the gas, as Emmett and Rosalie followed in the M3 behind us. Alice gave a cheer.

"Woo hoo! Let's get this party started!" Oh man, I was already beginning to feel queasy.

Just something to hold you over till after Easter, cause I'll be at my aunt's all day and won't be posting until at least Monday, possibly Tuesday, depending on when we drive back home. Sorry for the delay.

--Jen--