A/N: Holy shit, I took forever. Sorry, but it really takes me a long time to write and college is time consuming tbh. Anyway, I know it's kinda short but I'm posting this so I won't make you guys wait any longer. Hopefully I don't take long for the next chapter. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters, Stephenie Meyer does.

APOV

The "get-together" was in full swing when Angela and Alice arrived. Seriously, who were they kidding? This was a full fledge on party. And apparently Mike had decided to give up pretending that he was not drunk because he, right there and then, was drunkenly trying to pull the moves on an uncomfortable-looking Jessica while grinding to the music. Well then.

"I thought for sure Bella would be pissed about this," exclaimed Alice to Angela. Not knowing what to say, the girl just shrugs and leads the way deeper into the house. Looking around, Alice notices pretty much the whole band is there. Even the color guard. The music is loud and everyone is trying to grind on one another, or in Eric's case, twerk against the wall. The fuck?

Shaking her head, Alice follows Angela to the kitchen to get something to drink and maybe hide there until everyone leaves. Who knows. However, that plan goes right out the window when she spots Bella in the very same kitchen laughing along with Edward Cullen, the hottest senior in the band, according to everyone. She doesn't see it.

Rolling her eyes, she moves behind Angela to try to hide from Bella while trying to reach the cooler that clearly contains the alcohol. So close. The traitorous Angela leaves her in a flash and makes her way to her crush. What the fuck is she doing?

Approaching Bella and Edward, Angela loudly exclaims, "Bella, hi! I'm your fishy! And this is Alice right here!" Motioning with her hand, the traitor turns towards her and calls her over. Oh this bitch was gonna get it.

Finding no way out, she slowly makes her way towards them and awkwardly waves hi, mostly to Bella. Edwards looks annoyed at having been interrupted, but Bella smiles brightly while stepping closer to Alice. Woah.

"Hi fishy! I think I've seen you around, no? Anyway, nice to officially meet you and welcome to my house," she then puts her arms around one shocked Alice, who in turn freezes and manages to fuck up their first hug ever. Fuck.

Pulling away, Bella grins at her and adds, "Oh and please don't drink any beer. I don't know who brought it, but I don't want you fishies to get in trouble, okay?" Well, too late for Mike.

Staring dumbly, she manages to nod. A smirking Angela coughs next to her as she playfully bumps her arm in encouragement.

Clearing her throat, Alice opens her mouth, "I-I'll make sure to stay away from the beer then. And, and you have a really pretty house and, and yeah." She fucked up.

Alice looks down in mortification. However, a giggle makes her head snap right back up. Bella was giggling softly as she places a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you very much, Alice," she says, "Please enjoy yourself. There's some snacks over there on that table if you're hungry."

With that last statement, Bella excuses herself and leaves hand in hand with Edward. Wait, are they fucking dating? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Groaning dejectedly, she leans against the wall while running a hand through her short hair. She feels a hand come up to her shoulder and squeeze it.

"Well shit. I didn't know they were together. Sorry, dude," Angela says apologetically.

"S'okay," she mumbles, "It's not like I have any chance at all with her anyway. I'm just a fucking freshman."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, babe, you're a great catch. You're a freshman, so what? At least you're not in fucking middle school or some shit like that." She shrugs.

Laughing lightly, Alice replies, "True dude. That would be kind of fucked up and even more impossible."

Grinning, Angela exclaims, "Yeah dude, anyway, let's get fucking drinking! I'll even let you get shitfaced. I know I would want to."

"Dude no! Didn't you just hear that she doesn't want us drinking?"

Her friend snorts. "Oh please, don't be such a goody two shoes. She'll probably won't even notice you again." Noticing the hurt expression on the other girl, she quickly amends, "I mean, she'll probably be too busy with McHottie over there to notice anyone really."

What the hell, fuck it. Shrugging, Alice agrees.

Pumping a fist in the air, Angela quickly grabs two wine coolers and pours them in a red plastic cup. Handing one to Alice, Angela grabs her other hand and guides her through the people until they find an empty sofa on the other end of the house. Wow, this place was huge.

Getting comfortable on the sofa, Alice begins scanning the room as entertainment. The majority of the people were already either tipsy or full on drunk and it was getting hilarious. Seriously, who dances like that, is her thought as she watches two of her fellow band mates practically have sex in the middle of the room.

Shuddering, she looks away and instantly spots Bella all the way across the room by the stairs leaning against the wall. She would have swooned at how beautiful she looked right there if it hadn't been for the fact that Dickwad was practically smothering her with his body as he acted all charming and shit.

Making a face, Alice turns to Angela and notices her talking with the cute sophomore guy named Seth who played the cymbals. Grinning at the smitten look on Angela's face, she quickly stands up and sneaks away to give them some space.

She slowly makes her way through the crowd with drink in hand, greeting everyone along the way. Not sure what to do, she quickly makes her way to the back door and goes into the backyard. Looking around she notices a swing made up of a tire on a tree and she heads towards it. She sits down slowly and begins swinging herself gently.

She sighs as she looks up to the dark sky, noticing the lack of stars, and begins to hum a part from her band music. However, she's not alone for long when she hears the door open and a couple come out stumbling and giggling as they make out, or trying to.

Alice makes a face and quickly gets up to make her way to the fence, as far away from the couple, and leans against it.

Oblivious to her surroundings, she fails to notice a figure standing nearby watching her silently.

A/N: Fishy/Fishies is how my seniors used to call us back in my freshman year. It was tradition that seniors and freshmen would bond throughout the year by hanging out and stuff, basically take us under their wing. I'm not sure if it's a common thing or not. And yes, this story has some truth to it. It all happened my freshmen year of high school, obviously. However, regarding the band, I won't go much into detail because I got out my sophomore year for several reasons and so I don't remember a whole lot of it. Anyway, review and subscribe! Tell me your thoughts, what do you think/want to happen next?