A/N: I wasn't expecting to update so quickly. but I couldn't help myself I was writing the second chapter ALL day. Okay well not all day technically... my living room was in desperate need of a cleaning so I took a couple hours off the writing. Good news though... the living room is all sparkly clean now.

Anyways... on to the story

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

BPOV

"Are you going to tell me what's going now?" Alice asked as we walked to our cars.

During the last hour of school, gym, I was practically smoldering the whole time. This was probably not safe, since we were playing tennis and I was about ready to beat someone over the head with my racket. But thankfully everyone left the gym unscathed.

I just ignored her question and made my way to the truck. Once I was in and it was up and running, I threw it into reverse and sped my way out of the parking lot, leaving Alice standing on the sidewalk in the light rain.

About halfway back to my house I saw bright yellow flash in my rear view mirror. Damn it Alice. She's not going to leave this alone I know it. She was right on my tail when we got to my street. When I pulled up to the house, I got out as quickly as possible, made my way through the door leaving it open for her, and set my things down at the base of the stairs.

When I turned around she was closing the door and walking into the living room to sit down.

"God, people are so infuriating!" I almost shouted when I was in the room with her.

"You're going to need to rewind if you want me to understand," she sighed.

"Your fucking boyfriend's brother is a complete dick!"

"Why?... And he's not my boyfriend," she asked me looking confused. I really didn't want to think about that some-what of a conversation.

"It's like he walks around with fucking live wires in his pockets! He was sitting next to me in Biology and—"

"Wait. He sits next you in Bio?" she asked interrupting me.

"Can I please finish my story? Without interruptions?" she just nodded her head, so I continued. "Yes, he sits next to me. And the whole time I felt like I had stuck my finger in an electric socket; I was feeling all tingly. And I know it was irrational but I was holding my breath; I don't know why. But then he asked me if I was having a 'fit'. A fit!" I let out a big gust of air and turned to face her.

Her face was frozen in confusion. "So he asked you if you had a…a 'fit'?" she looked down trying to sort everything out. Finally she looked up at me with understanding. "Oh a 'fit'…"

"God, can we stop using the term 'fit'? It sounds so vulgar and inconsiderate, and without dignity. My mother did not die without dignity. She died from a god damned seizure, not from a fit!" I was starting to yell now. Trying to force understanding into her even though I knew she had more than anyone else in this godforsaken town. I just needed to vent.

I went and sat down next to her, putting my head in my hands. "Oh Bella, I'm so sorry. But… he couldn't have known…" she trailed off letting me realize that I shouldn't have directed my pent-up anger toward someone who I don't know and who doesn't know me. And I probably shouldn't have cursed him. I don't usually cuss whatsoever. It was completely out of character.

"I'm so terrible. He probably thinks I'm the biggest bitch to walk the earth. And with a breathing problem." I laughed a short monotonous laugh at the last bit.

"You're not terrible. It happened still pretty recently. You have a right to be upset with it now and then." I just nodded at her reasoning. Then she put her arms around me for a death-grip of a hug. "I know exactly what will cheer you up."

"What?"

"Tonight I'm having a party at my house."

"It's Monday, Alice" I said raising my eyebrows at her.

"Yep. And the parentals are in Paris for their anniversary. They left this morning."

"Why couldn't they just wait for the weekend?"

"Because, silly Bella, their anniversary falls on Wednesday; not on the weekend. They left this morning, I'll have the party tonight, and Tuesday and Wednesday they'll still be in Paris so I'll use that time to clean. And then I get to relax in peace and quiet on Thursday because they won't be back until Friday morning," she finished with a pleased smile on her dainty face.

"How long have you been planning this?" I asked suspiciously.

"For the past two months," she said indifferently, and I just gawked at her. I don't know why; it really shouldn't be surprising. "Bella, don't look at me like that. You know I don't throw parties often, and when I do, you know they're always the hot gossip for the following month."

I just nodded my head at her. Maybe this party will distract me for the time being…

"Wait. Are these Cullens going to be there?"

"I don't know…if they show up then yes," she said as she went through her purse. "Hopefully," she added under her breath, probably thinking I couldn't hear.

"Hopefully? Oh… it's that Jasper character isn't it?"

"Bella, if he shows up I want you to be a good girl and… Not. Make. Trouble. Even if you hate Edward. I really like Jasper and I'm going to use the party as an excuse to actually talk to him. Now do you hear me? No trouble." I just nodded at her as she stood up and walked to the door. "Okay so I'm going to go home now and get everything ready. I'll expect you at seven sharp, no later." She was already out the door when she stopped and turned to face me again. "Oh and please Bella, dress for the party. Don't just wear jeans and a t-shirt. Bye."

I am not in a party mood.

EPOV

"Why are you too dragging me to this thing?" I asked as Jasper, Emmett and I piled into Emmet's jeep.

"We're going because it's a party. You cannot, not go to a party," Emmett said as he started the jeep. "Besides, maybe you'll see that crazy chick from your Biology class."

Yes, that's right, they fucking broke me. Once we all had made it home they started their questioning again. I was so fucking irritated with then I just spilled everything to get the off my back. So of course they made fun of me. They started critiquing my 'charm' like I wasn't even in the room with them. They even went as far as saying I wouldn't be able to make panties drop in a room filled with girls, unless they liked an angry fuck.

"She's not crazy. I really pissed her off."

"I'm only going because it's at Alice's house… you know guys… I think I'm smitten," Jasper said as he stared off into space, probably thinking of Alice, the one girl that won't give him the fucking time of day.

"I think you're already pussy whipped, and you haven't even kissed her," Emmett said grinning. I even let I snicker slip despite myself. Then Emmett dodged the swipe to the head Jasper was attempting.

"I think if either of you want the girls you're after you need to stop acting like fucking five year olds," I said trying to get then to shut up.

"Well, I think you ever want a chance at a girl, you should probably limit the number of time you use the word 'fuck'"

"Emmett you probably shouldn't think so fucking much right now. We wouldn't want your head to combust while you're driving."

We drove the rest of they way in silence. Emmett was probably focused on the road, trying his damnedest to not think. And Jasper was still staring out the window with a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He is fucking smitten.

We drove past the house that party was at and turned on to the next street over to park the jeep. Then we walked our way back to the house.

"Okay, here are the rules: if you see me with Rose do not bother me. Is that clear?" Emmett said stopping us just before we got to the door. Both Jasper and I just rolled our eyes and walked past him into the house.

The house was already filled with people drinking and loud music. There we people in the living room bumping and grinding to the pulsing music. Emmett went off to find Rosalie and Jasper and I went to get a drink. I'm not going to enjoy this party unless I have a good buzz going. Jasper poured the both of us a tequila shot. I knocked it back quickly not wanting it to burn my throat as it went down.

"There she is," Jasper said mostly to himself before the walked into the sea of people gathering around the drinks. I turned to see where he was going when I saw Alice standing in the middle of the crowd. Of course.

Great. I was now alone at a party that I didn't want to even fucking be at in the first place.

"Edward! Over here!" Jessica Stanley said over the thumping bass. Fucking A! She was not one of the people at our school I particularly liked. We had gym together, and she was nice enough to offer to be my partner for tennis. But I didn't think that would turn into an infatuation with me. She's at my side at all times it seems, constantly making inappropriate advances. Now, I'm not opposed to the idea of a girl pressing her tits up against me, but with her… I just don't like her.

She started making her way across the living room and I knew I'd be trapped if I just stood there. I turned away quickly when people started crossing her path, slowing her down a bit. I saw the stairs above the people blocking them. I started pushing my way through them. Then I was stopped by a fucking red velvet rope. Pretentious much?

I climbed over the rope and almost sprinted up the stairs because Jessica's voice was sounding closer by the second. When I reached the top I turned left into a dark hallway. I started testing the knobs of all the doors in the hallway. Each one was locked. I was about to give up and go back downstairs, when I decided to try the last door. And it was unlocked. I opened it slowly to make sure no one was in there having a good time, if you know what I mean.

It was dark and quiet in the room. I walked in keeping the light off just incase someone decided to check up here to make sure it was free of drunken high school kids. I stood by the door, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness until I could barely make out the bed. I shuffled my way over it not wanting to trip over anything and sat on the edge. The quiet of room made realize I had a headache; either from the music or Jessica, I couldn't tell. I let out a loud sigh leaning back letting myself drop on the bed.

"What the hell?"

I about jumped a fucking foot in the air at the sound of someone else in the room. At first I thought someone had followed me up here and I was about to get bitched at for going over the rope. But the voice didn't come from the door. In fact the door never opened. The voice came from the bed.

I didn't know what to do. I just sat there on the bed in the darkness staring at the figure I could barely make out.

"What the hell are you doing up here?" the voice asked while shuffling around on the bed. Then a light came on.

I let my eyes adjust to the light, and then realized the 'voice' was Bella. She was staring at me with wide eyes and slight frown like I'd pissed her off again by startling her. I can do no right by this girl it seems.

She started taking the earphones she had in here ears and shifted on the bed so she was facing me, all the while letting her face soften and turn red.

BPOV

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest it hurt.

I had come up here earlier in the night to get away from all the party goers. Alice insisted that I mingle with her guests for at lest an hour. But I was only down there twenty minutes after the first group of people arrived. I had already grown tired of the wretched music Alice had playing. Thankfully I had shoved my iPod into my pocket before I left my house. It was a rare thing for me to do seeing as I don't ever fell the need to listen to it, but I did nonetheless.

As I walked up the stairs I was praising myself for bringing much more enjoyable tunage. Alice had given me the keys to the doors upstairs to lock up for her. Luckily I still had them with me. I shuffled my through the dark hallway to her room and used the limited light I had to find the key to her door. Once I was in I crawled on top of her bed laid in the middle. I pulled out my iPod and put the ear buds on. I scanned through all of the songs I had stored in it. I stopped when I found my mom's favorite song: Superstar by the Carpenters. I pressed play, set it on repeat, and turned it up all the way until I could here nothing else.

I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep until I felt the bed jostle underneath me. I'm not a restless sleeper so I knew it couldn't have been me that moved the bed. When I saw the shape of someone sitting on the bed I turned too the bedside table and flicked on the small lamp. And there sitting on the edge of the bed was Edward.

When I hadn't realized it was Edward I was about ready to have a bitch fit toward this person who wasn't suppose to be up here. But it was Edward and I'd already been a bitch to him today. I let my frustration burn out within me and felt my cheeks get hot again. And then I felt it; that stupid electricity he carries around with him. The strangest thing about it is, it seems to be strongest when were looking at each other.

"Not enjoying that party?" I asked in the nicest voice I could manage with a little smile.

He broke out eye contact—thank god—and shook his head. "Not really. I was considering leaving before I was almost attacked by Jessica Stanley."

"Oh, Jessica…she can be a little… forward at times, I've noticed."

"A little forward? I'm surprised I haven't found her naked in my bed yet."

I had to laugh at that because honestly that would not be surprising coming from her.

"You should check the locks twice before you go to bed tonight," I said letting another chuckle escape.

"Yeah… What are you listening to?" he asked grabbing my iPod. "The Carpenters? You like the classics?"

"Yeah it was my mom's favorite song." That reminds me… "You know, I want to apologize for being so rude…earlier today. It's just… I've got my problems and I shouldn't have taken out my anger towards you. Sorry."

"Nah," he said waving his hand indifferently. "It's no problem. Everyone has their issues right?"

"Yeah…"

"I know you said the anger wasn't personal, but it was obviously there because of something I said…" he trailed off suggestively.

"Really it's nothing I guess… it's just my oversensitivity," I said shaking my head. He just cocked his head to the side in a silent 'continue'. I sighed and complied. "It's just when you asked me if I was having a fit… Well my…mom, she… she died from a seizure. About four months ago…" I trailed off as he looked down at my iPod with a look of sympathy on his face.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be!" I said shaking my head again, smiling halfheartedly. "You didn't know. And I overreacted for no reason whatsoever."

"I think we should start over," he said holding out his hand and successful steering the conversation to a better one. "I'm Edward. I don't like long walks on the beach. My favorite color is blue. And… oh and my favorite word is 'fuck' and all its derivatives."

I took his hand and shook it and said, "My name is Bella. I don't like long walks on the beach either. My favorite color is green. My favorite word is…spunky. And I love old school songs."

"So what other kinds of music do you like?" he asked letting go of my hand.

"Whatever I have there," I said pointing to my iPod in his hands. "I'm quiet partial to songs from the eighties."

"You can do no wrong with eighties music," he said chuckling.

"Do you like music a lot?"

"I like it, but it's not my forte."

"Well than, what is your 'forte'?" I asked scooting closer to him and laughing internally at the use of the word "forte", it just sounded too fancy.

"Photography."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Esme, my mom, had a garage sale one summer. I was helping her sort through the stuff when I found and old Cannon in box reserved for the garage sale. I asked her if I could keep it, and fell in love with taking pictures."

I just stared at him in awe. He talked about his first encounter with a camera so passionately; it reminded me of how I used to be when I would hear a new song.

We spent the next four hours discussing music since I didn't know shit about photography (I made a mental note to Google well known photographers just incase). Our conversation stopped when he got an text from his brother.

"Emmett," he muttered to himself. "Looks like I'm driving tonight. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I'll bring you a CD tomorrow. You are in serious need of a musical education," I joked. But really, I was surprised he didn't know a lot of the greatest artists and groups in the music world.

He left then and I stayed in Alice's room for the next hour smiling to myself. Edward was actually really cool and fun to hang out with. After a while I heard the music downstairs stop. I waited for Alice to come up, still smiling.

"I should have known you'd be in here. But not all night Bella," Alice said as she walked into her room.

"Was the party fun?"

"Immensely so! I spent the whole time with Jasper. We're going to go out tomorrow night! Can you believe it?"

"That sounds fun…" I said before I stopped to yawn. We can talk more about it tomorrow. I'm exhausted."

"Wait, wait, wait, there Missy," she said before I jumped off her bed. "I saw Edward Cullen coming down the stairs before he left with his brothers…" she trailed off raising delicate eyebrow suggestively.

"Nothing happened, Alice. We just talked about music; that's all. But like I said, we'll talk more tomorrow," I said tossing her the keys before I made my way down the stairs to leave.

When I got home it was only a little past midnight. I had told Charlie that I was going to be at Alice's house late, so he didn't wait up for me; which was good. I don't know how I would begin to explain the alcohol smell I was reeking of.

I walked up the stairs slowly, too tired to get to bed any faster. When I got to my room I crawled onto the bed fully clothed and drifted off to sleep with the chorus of Superstar lingering in my head.

A/N: Oh goodness. This chapter was shorter than the first, yes, but I'm sure it was enough to answer some unanswered questions.

Warning: don't expect a quick update again. Especially not this weekend, I've got family coming into town so i won't be able to be occupied with the computer.

Oh and I really recommend you listen to Superstar. It's really good; a classic. And you know I'm all about the classics :D And i really don't know shit about photography so please don't expect any technical lingo either.

Anyhoo... Please review... I've already got the best idea for the next chapter.... Let's just say it involves a lot of screaming.

GET YOU MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTERS!! I know i promised lemons in the summary or whatever, but I'm a classy girl. No nookie on the first date! Oops! I guess I gave something away didn't I? Ah well. I'll let your minds mull over that for the next however many days.

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