I'M SORRY! I know it's been ages since I've posted, and don't worry, I'm not leaving you after the first chapter. That would be insanely crazy. I honestly have no excuse for not posting. Oh, I also wanted to let you know that if anyone has noticed, my older story with a different name but same chapters was replaced with this one. If you're one of those who put me on story alert, thanks a bunch! I wanted to cry and kiss your feet and tell everyone I knew how awesome you guys were. But seeing as you probably don't know the chapters are continued in this story, I will message all of you! Also, if you are one of the people who put me on author alert, thank you soooooo much. I started giggling like a mad man, and it fucking made my day! I'll shut up now. Here's the new one!

If I owned Twilight, Bella would have been less innocent and more sex appeal. If I owned Twilight, Edward would be human, and want to go bangbang with Bella at all moments of the day, and show it. I guess that's why I don't own Twilight.

Or not the same.

Is that an accent I detect?

"What the fuck. What the fuck. What the FUCK. What the hell are you doing here?" Rosalie asked, stunned.

She ran over to me and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back, squeezing tightly as tears fell from my eyes.

"It's been so long..."

Someone cleared their throat, and Rosalie loosened her hug enough to twist her body towards the noise.

"A-Alice? What the hell!"

"Rose? Stop stuttering and get over here." Her voice was cold but her smiled was wide.

They collided with each other in a flurry of laughter and sniffles. Rose wrapped her arms around Ali's head tenderly, while she kept Rose in a vice-like grip around her waist. Ali's face was burrowed in Rose's boobs, and her face was completely hidden.

Ali's probably suffocating.

I snickered at the thought and turned to pull up another chair for Rose.

I wonder why she's here of all places...

Rosalie Hale. Isabella Swan. Alice Walker. Three amigos. Three musketeers. Three what-ever-the-fucks. Best friends who lived together in New York. We knew each other from birth; our mothers were friends who all had babies at around the same time, so we were always lumped together. Fuck that, we stuck together. And so, our friendship was born. We stuck together in high school, through all the house parties, the first times, and especially during the heartbreak. But in grade eleven, Rosalie and her parents moved. We were all devastated, but money was getting tight for them, and her dad got a job offer all the way in Seattle that would provide them with great money. So they left, and we haven't seen her since.

Tuning back into the conversation, I hear;

"-yeah so he's sooo hot. And he's the one for me too! I just kno-", Alice continued to speak about Jasper. Her arms were still wrapped around Rosalie, and her head was facing upwards with her chin resting on Rose's boobs.

I zone out for one minute and she's already going on about Jasper.

Rosalie was staring at Ali with a bemused expression, looking quite smug for whatever reason. I laughed at them both, causing a break in the one-sided conversation, and motioned for them to sit down.

"Okay, first things first, and no, Ali, we're not talking about your beloved boy toy anymore." I stated before she got a word in. She glared at me for a second and turned her body to face Rose. Rose just laughed at us.

"Rose, what the fuckity hell are you doing here?" Alice asked.

"And why do you have an English accent?" I asked her, not even bothering with profanity.

"It's not an accent... More like a lilt." Rosalie explained trying to seem all hoity-toity.

Ali rolled her eyes at her.

"Cut to the point, lovey." She said, smirking as she made fun of her accent.

"I moved here last week from Derby. That's in the UK." She said the last part slowly as if we were dumb.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who found out last that there were two Washingtons. I know where that is, Rose." I rolled my eyes at her ridiculousness.

Ali looked confused.

"What the hell were you doing in England? I thought you lived in Seattle."

"When I graduated, I'd discovered I'd had an interest in cars. I worked at a friend's garage, helping him tune up cars for quite a bit when I got this great offer. This guy who knew my work wanted me to restore his candy-apple red 1956 C70 Series Crown Imperial with a-"

"Sorry to tell you this, but we don't have a fucking clue what you're saying. Cut to the chase." I told her, trying to get to some part we actually understood.

"Oh. Sorry. Yeah, so I restore his car to perfect condition and he fawns all over me- don't give me that look Bella, when I said fawn I actually meant the word fawn. I don't fuck every client- and it turns out he's some rich bitch from Classic Cars in the UK. He's surprised that I'm still in high school, and offers me a scholarship at the University of Derby for motorsport. After some testing, the university gave it a go, and of course, I took the offer. Now that it's summer break, I've got until September before school starts. I'm staying here for the summer, because it's been ages since I've been in New York. I wanted to find you guys too, but I had no way to contact you. Since I'm only staying for the summer, I was looking for roommates to share the rent with." She finished her little speech and watched us, waiting for our reaction.

I turned to Alice, hoping that she'd be the first to break the silence. She didn't fail me.

"Huh."

Not exactly the silence-breaker I was looking for.

I sighed, and took a moment to digest that shitload of information she had just unleashed on us.

So if she came here for break... Is she the person who we're meeting today?

"Rose, why'd you come here?"

"I just fucking told you! If you need a damn hearing aid I'll buy one, but there is NO fucking way I'm repeating that long ass speach." Rosalie exclaimed, looking annoyed.

"No, stupid. I meant why are you in Starbucks right now? Is this just coincidence or something?" I elaborated my original question, wanting to know why she came.

"Oh! Two girls wanted to meet me here at 2:30 to talk about my living... arrangeme- Ali why the fuck are you bouncing up and down in your seat? You look like some guy is-"

Alice cut her off before she gave us some descriptive and dirty insight into her mind's eye.

"That's us! You're meeting us! We were waiting for a girl about our age to interview for our new roommate."

"Interview? Why the hell would you guys interview the girl? You two are more like the dive-in-head-first-and-realize-how-stupid-that-was-later type of girls. Or atleast Bella is." She said, looking at me with amusement in her eyes.

I huffed at the comment, feigning a look of indignation.

"Well-" Alice began, telling the story of why we're interviwing now. I shifted my eyes towards Rose, having heard the story already. A small sliver of jealousy ran through me as I realized just how good Rose looked.

She was still gorgeous, and it seems like time only made her more so. Her long, gold hair flowed down her back in perfect waves, while her skin seemed to always be emanating a golden glow, like she has some type of natural perma-tan. Whatever that is.

I looked Alice too, realizing she's changed a lot as well. She's still short, but paler than Rose, which isn't saying that much. Still slim after all these years, but definitely toned. Being a dancer for years does that to you.

Unlike me. My feet are like freaking seals out of water. They just flop around on the ground.

I looked carefully at the both of them, thinking about how great it was to have them all back. Alice and Rose were leaning in to eachother. I leaned in as well, not wanting to be kept out of the conversation for any longer.

"So, Bella. You already know that Ali had caught me up on her piece of Southern-fried sexiness." Once again, Rosalie looked smug as Jasper was brought into the conversation. I put that thought in the back of my mind and tried to pay attention.

"Yeah.." I answered, feeling suspicious fights.

"When was the last time you tickled a guy's pickle?" Rose said bluntly, as if she was telling me what she ate for breakfast.

I started choking on my laughter, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible so I could avoid the question. I stared hard at Alice the whole time, pleading her with my eyes to steer the topic in a different direction. Judging by the silent giggle fit that seemed to be overtaking her body, she wouldn't be of any help.

If I'm gonna start on a subject that annoys me, I want at least one more person in the room to be annoyed as well.

I calmed myself by taking a few deep breaths, and looked at Rose sagely. Pulling on my knowledge of movies we both knew; in the most tranquil voice I could possibly muster I started.

"A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..."

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