BPOV

We finally arrived at Vancouver International Airport and gathered our luggage, waiting for Alice's friend Mike to arrive. Alice and Devin had met through a friend back in Forks six years ago, hooked up once, and have been talking ever since. When she had told him we were moving to Vancouver he was apparently really excited, and he started making plans with us. I'd never met him before, but from what Alice had told me, he sounded like a pretty decent guy. He had talked to her almost every night for the last couple months and had agreed to pick us up from the airport and drive us to our new place.

"He seems really cranky," Alice said, pulling her luggage through the exit doors of the airport.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, throwing my backpack over my shoulder and struggling with my luggage.

"I just got a text from him saying he was waiting outside."

"And that's supposed to mean he's cranky? How so?" As soon as we got out of the airport, I put my Ray Bans on and lit a Camel Light. "Fuck, this is the life! Finally a cigarette!"

Alice rolled her eyes. "Well, I know it's hard to tell one's tone from a text, but he's being very short."

I exhaled the smoke from my cigarette, enjoying the release of my endorphins. "Well, maybe he's just tired. I'm sure he wouldn't go out of his way to pick us up if he was upset with you, Alice."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Man, I can't wait to see him! It has been so long. I'm kinda nervous."

"Don't be. Just think; you get to have sex any time you want now. I think that's a pretty good deal."

"You have such a dirty mind, Bella, but it's true." Alice stuck her tongue out at me, but she soon froze when she looked past my shoulder. "Devin!"

I turned around to officially see what the fuck this guy looked like, and I guess he wasn't too bad. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes; a baby face…the list goes on. He looked like a normal guy who probably did really well in school yet was a sucker for women, obeying their every command. Okay, I'm not going to lie, he looked like a pansy. He looked like a loser. I shook my head and grinned at my bitch ways.

"I've missed you so much! It's so good to finally touch you," Alice squealed. I scowled and let out an annoyed sigh, turning back to see Alice in his arms, hugging him.

I was slightly amused, however, when her underwear was popping out the top of her jeans. Nice leopard print underwear, Alice. Real classy, I thought. As I stood there struggling awkwardly with my fucking luggage, I let out a loud, impatient cough.

Alice threw a look over her shoulder and smiled. "Devin, this is my best friend Bella!" Alice said, while she slid off of him and left his embrace.

"Hey, Bella. Alice has told me so much about you," he said, stretching out his hand to shake mine.

I ignored his gesture."I certainly hope not. So, which car is yours?" I looked over at Alice and she had a pleading look on her face, probably internally begging me to be nicer to her fuck buddy. I rolled my eyes, but thankfully it went unnoticed behind my Wayfarer Ray Bans.

"Ah, it's just the van over here." He waved his hand, motioning for us to follow him. After a long struggle, and no help with my luggage, we finally made it to his car…er…van.

"You have a van? This is like out of the fucking 80's," I stated, putting my luggage into the back.

"Well, it's my parents' van," Devin clarified.

"The van is fine." Alice patted his forearm, glaring at me with her lips pursed. "Don't worry about Bella, Devin. She's just having a bad day and hasn't had enough nicotine," Alice told him, scowling at me as she swatted his ass.

I scoffed. "For fuck sake, give me a break and save that until you're in your own room."

After about an hour of mumbled conversation and vomit – inducing PDA, we were officially lost. "Do you even know where the fuck you're going, Devin?" I asked him, annoyed. "I thought you knew your way around. We have been driving around forever – I have to piss, and I'm starving. Oh, and we are supposed to meet the landlord at five, and well, it's 4:50 now." I brushed my hand through my hair in frustration, holding in my urge to punch the back of the seat.

"Just let me stop and look at the map," he suggested, pulling over to the side of the road.

"'Just let me stop and look at the map'you know what? You're a tool!" I tried to open the van's sliding door, but it wouldn't fucking open. "Can you open the door? I need a smoke." Suddenly, the door started squeaking and moving so slowly. It reminded me of those crappy carts you sit in on one of those lame-ass haunted house rides. It squeaked, jerked, and took forever to finish. "What the fuck, man?"

"Sorry…it's an old van," Devin explained.

"Bella, be nice! You're being incredibly rude," Alice demanded, glaring at me with her small brown eyes.

In a way I did feel bad for giving poor Devin a spoonful of my bitchiness, but the fucker deserved it nonetheless. I was tired of travelling and I just wanted my own space. I wanted to relax and not have to be around people who required me to put a show on for them. I wanted to walk into the furnished apartment that I have been waiting three months to finally see with my own two eyes. It was a basement suite, and it was in a great area…so we were told.

I pulled out my cellphone and started to dial our landlord's number to say we were going to be late, when I heard Devin and Alice giggling. I whipped my heard around to see them playing around. "Hey!" I called. "Instead of finding the directions into Alice's fucking pants, how about finding the ones to our place, jack-"

"Hello?" Carol, our landlord answered.

"Hi, um, this is Bella Swan."

"Oh, yes, Bella! How was your flight? Did everything go smoothly for you?"

"Um…just about. Look, we're kind of lost, so we're going to be a bit late."

After finally getting directions from Carol, we were now parked in front of our new place. It wasn't exactly what I expected, being that we had never received photos of the outside, but it would work. I only needed a place to stay for acting school, and having a furnished place, I couldn't complain.

About an hour later Carol had finished giving us a tour of our new place and we signed our lease. Once everybody had left except for Devin, we were on our way to the local grocery store. I hadn't eaten since Renee had made those extra-chocolatley chocolate chip pancakes and I was starving. I hadn't planned my move very well, and it only left me with a few bucks to tide me over. I did have some money in my savings account, but that was for acting school and "opportunities" that came after. Though some people may be shocked, and wouldn't believe me, I was mature about one thing. And that was having a job before I boarded the plane back in Seattle. I was starting my shitty job at the 'Coffee House' on Monday. Nora, the boss from the diner, gave me a great reference, and I pretty much had the job. Great...can't wait. All sarcasm intended, by the way.

That shitty waitressing job back at the diner in Forks hadn't been all that great, but I knew my shit. The owner's knew my dad and had known me since I was four, so they let a lot of thing slide. I was my own boss and I didn't have to wear a uniform. Now that I thought on it, that job wasn't so bad. Sweet- ass tips and free cobbler.

After we came back from the grocery store I put my groceries away and headed for my room. I opened my suitcase and the smell of home came pouring out. I picked up my FHS sweatshirt and sniffed it. A pang of sadness melted my heart, but I pushed it away before it could eat me up. I couldn't miss home; it was my first night here. I shook my head and laughed at myself when the next thing I took out of my suitcase was my folded-up 'Pulp Fiction' poster. That movie was the shit. Quentin Tarantino was a film God. Whoever could write, direct, and act in their own movies deserved to be worshipped.

"Bye, Devin, I'll see you later!" Alice chimed, snapping me back into reality. She stopped in front of my door and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What?" I asked snottily, placing the poster on my bed.

"Bella! You were incredibly rude! He's scared of you." She threw her hands up in frustration, walking into my room and plunking her ass on my bed. "I wanted you to like him, but I guess you're not going to…are you."

I sighed. Alice was going all soft on me, so I had to straighten her out. "Look, Alice, you know that I don't get along well with people."

"I've noticed."

"Don't get all snarky on me. I just don't like sitting in a rusty, stinky, dog hair infested van with a guy who doesn't know where he's going…"

"He got lost, Bella," she interrupted. "It's normal. I know he lives in Vancouver, but he doesn't scout the area. We didn't give him the address until we arrived. You could have been a little more understanding. I mean, he did drive all the way out here to drive us to our place. He didn't have to."

I was a bitch, and yes, I could have been a bit more understanding, but I would never come out and say that. Yes, I could get over my bitter attitude and smarten up, but I wasn't going to. It wasn't me, and I was tired of changing myself for other people.

"Look, I'm sorry all right?" I shrugged my shoulders and put more clothes into my dresser.

"Do you mean it? Wait, don't answer that. I think I'd rather drown in denial on this one."

"Sounds like a plan." I turned to face her and was met with a sad expression. "Alice?"

"Do you like him, Bella?"

"Oh, fuck. Alice, he's fine. You don't need my acceptance on this, you know that right?"

"I know, but having my best friend accept the guy I like is a huge thing for me," she stated, walking out of my room.

"Alice!" I called. I hated what I was about to do because I don't fall for other people. I don't pretend to feel what I don't to make others happy. But somehow, Alice was worth all that.

"What?" I heard her call back in the distance.

"He's fine. I approve." I cringed at my own admittance, but knew it made Alice happy to hear it. I heard her scurried footsteps and her squeals. Soon enough, I was attacked by Alice's embrace.

"Thank you so much, Bella. You have no idea how much this means to me. Our life here in Vancouver is going to be so much fun. I can feel it." She finally freed me from her freakishly strong hug, and looked around my room. "I can't believe we are finally here. A year, Bella, a year we have been waiting for this."

"I know." I brushed my hand through my hair and shook my head at the realization of my new reality. I had moved out of my country to Vancouver, Canada, to pursue a career in acting. Fuck. It's so surreal.

"Bella!" I heard Alice call from the living room. I hadn't noticed when she left. I closed my eyes and opened them, focusing back on my surroundings.

"What, Alice," I deadpanned, walking into the living room to see what her excitement was about.

"I just turned on the news. Guess who the fuck is going to be in Vancouver this summer."

"Who, Alice?" I said, in mock excitement.

She rolled her eyes at my act, but immediately perked back up. "Edward Cullen!"

A secret part of me wanted to jump up and down and squeal along with Alice, but I would never allow myself to become one of those girls. I liked Edward Cullen, not because he was famous, or because he was beautiful, he was good at what he did – acting. Even though deep down I hoped that one day I would be able to shoot a film with him, I never made it my dream. I never made it seep through to my reality, making it something I strove for. Even though seeing him in all those interviews, trying to convince everybody that he just fell into acting and that he was just a normal, down-to-earth guy, I found myself reluctant to believe it. He was just too beautiful and too talented that something about him had to be fucked up. I'm not going to blame his "fucked up" status on The Haunted Airman.

Edward Cullen was what everybody wanted. He made it known that die-hard fans weren't his favorite people. He made it known that he loved acting for all the same reasons I did, and fame wasn't one of the them. He was a musician, funny, genuine, and intellectual. Edward Cullen seemed just too good to be true. Deep down he had to be like every other celebrity – high-maintenance, snobby, and completely selfish.

"Cool," was all I said. Walking back into the kitchen, I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge and took a long pull. After I felt the cool, frothy liquid glide down my throat, I chuckled and shook my head.

"Edward fucking Cullen shooting in Vancouver," I repeated to myself.