AN: My life officially sucks. Seriously. The computer I'm typing on is soooo old. It's scary. And my printer broke today, and I seriously need a printer. So I'm going to have to buy a new one, and have to use my laptop, which, by the way, is, currently, not connected to the Internet. It hurts like Jane's Gift…Ok, not literally, but I think you catch my drift.

-Eyes of fear- Hopefully I have this posted before Naruto is on! Yes, I am a nerd. A damn fine nerd…according to my nerdy boyfriend…ok enough rambling…

Edit 9/10/10: Edited this little feller. Also, I noticed that Quil reminds me of my friend Shaun. Also on a personal, I'm single now! That's kind of irrelevant though to the story…

Edit 12/16/10: Combined chapters 4, 5 & 6 to make a new chapter 3.

BPOV

Angela barley got a syllable out before the bell rang.

Damn you bell, damn you to the fiery pits of Hades.

As we rose from the bleachers, I turned to Angela with an apologetic expression, "Too bad you didn't get to interview me."

She blushed, "It's alright. If there's another time…?"

"Yeah, sure. Oh!" I exclaimed grabbing a piece of paper and writing my house address and cell number on it, "The guys and I are meeting tonight for practice, you should definitely come, to get a good scoop." I winked at her as I handed her the sheet.

She blushed again, "Thank you, Bella."

"No problem."

She ran off. I sighed and turned to Alice, Rose and Emmett, "Ready to go?"

"Yes" was the answer I got in very vulgar forms. We headed back into the school, and wandered our separate ways.

By the time Ancient History rolled around, I was exhausted. I stopped by my locker and grabbed the treat I brought to school, but didn't bring to lunch, knowing that Emmett would steal them.

I made it to class with a few minutes to spare. Everyone else was in little groups, no one paid any attention to me. Which I was what I was hoping for.

I slowly opened the red box, hoping no one would notice. I broke the sliver bag surrounding my prize. I hadn't even pulled out my treat, before teenage boys swarmed my desk.

"How did you get those!" Eric all, but, yelled in my ear.

"Those brats don't start selling those for a long ass time," Marcus exclaimed.

"Well, let's see," I said tapping my chin with one hand and clutching the box of chocolatey goodness, "Right before the craziness of having the best cookies in the world set in, I froze a few of my favorites until it was a good time to break them out."

All of the boys stuck their hands out and started pleading with me to have some. I put my foot down.

"No way, bizatchs. These are my mother-fucking Girl Scouts." After saying that I had a weird image of a girl scout fucking my mother, awk-ward…

"Fine," all of them sat down, except for Jacob.

"Can I have one, Bells?" he said smiling charmingly.

"No, you may not."

"What! Why not! You know that Peanut Butter Patties…" he trailed off, realizing exactly why I wasn't going to give him any.

Mr. Cullen walked in right before the bell rang, and Jake hurried to his seat.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Bella, why is it that you have a box of Girl Scouts Cookies?"

"Well, Mr. Teacher-Man," I said jokingly smirking at him, "I didn't feel like bringing them to lunch, because the bottomless pit that calls himself 'Emmett' would surely eat them."

Mr. Cullen laughed, "That is a good reason, but," He gave me a stern look, "Please don't eat them during class, otherwise I'll have to "confiscate" them from you."

When class was over, Jasper and I stopped by my locker to hide my goodies. And then headed off to Computer Apps.

When the day was finally over, I was glad. I mentally sighed, I was going to have to deal with the douchebaggery of Jacob in a few short hours, and the interview of the Spartan. Just my luck

You know that friend that you just love to death, but they're dumber than a box of rocks? And their stupidity rivals that of an actual rock? Yes? Everyone has one. Mine was Quil.

We were five when Quil and I met. It was a little into kindergarten, when we first encountered one another. I can't remember all the details of what had happened, but, basically, some first-graders were making fun of him for his name. They jacked his lunch money and hung him upside down from the winding slide. First-graders are tough little fuckers. I had walked up to him, cocked my head, asked nicely as possible for five year old, which is pretty damn nice, how he got up there. He answered, and I helped him down.

After that, we were friends. Not best friends, 'cause back then boys still had cooties.

And now, as I walked down the side walk to the parking lot after school, I overhead Quil and the new kid talking.

It wasn't eavesdropping if they're talking right in front of you.

"So, yeah. You wanna hang out tonight?" I heard Quil question the new kid.

"I don't really.."

It registered in my mind that Quil might be flaking out on practice. I scooted myself over onto his other side.

"Actually," I interjected, "Quil is busy tonight."

"Shit," Quil said, almost dropping his books, "Bells, you like a fucking creepy creeper, you know that?"

"Pshhh," I said flipping my hand, "If I was a creeper I would-wait I do where your porn stash is."

"Like I said, creeper. And why am I busy tonight? Do we have a hot date?" He teasingly waggled his eyebrows at me.

"You wish."

"You know it."

"We actually have something called 'band practice' tonight." I said using air quotes.

"Shit, that's tonight?"

"Well, duh, Sherlock. We have to practice if we want the gig in two week."

"Wait you mean the gig for your 18th?"

"Yeah, so?" I raised a brow.

Suddenly a blast came from the new kids pants pocket…One that, oddly, sounded like a really bad country singer. Namely Taylor Swift.

He smiled apologetically, and said, "Sorry I got to take this, see you around."

He pulled out his phone and put it to his ear, "Hello, sugarplum. I missed you."

He walked towards, what I assumed was his car.

"Well, damn. I'm on the market, and the hottest guy is taken."

"Yeah well, you would be off the market if you took me up on my offer," he said wickedly. I knew he was just teasing, I was like his sister, and he was like my brother.

I shoved him playfully, "In your dreams Quil, in your dreams."

"Oh, but they're in your dreams too."

"If they're in my dreams, your probably pulling some freaky Harry Potter/Dumblydore mind shit."

Quil laughed at me. We parted ways, him to his truck and me to Rose's car.

BPOV

I was stretched out on my couch, just watching a re-run of Charmed. Yeah, I do watch it, whattcha gonna do about it, punk? I felt my eyes widen at my inner Bella. When did it start using the word "punk"?

I froze when I heard the front door open. But, when I heard Phil's and Mom's voice carry in. I relaxed. I checked the clock, it was 4: 30. Of course Mom and Phil would be back.

Mom was a kindergarten teacher, and Phil was the high school health teacher and the baseball coach.

Phil walked into the living room with 7 boxes of pizza. Yes, 7. The guys were a bunch of pigs.

"Hey, Bells," he greeted me.

"Howdy, Phillepè."

He cracked a grin.

Mom waltzed in with a few bottles of soda, "Want to help carry in the groceries?"

"Of course, Ray-Ray," I snickered at her shocked face, of course I would know Phil's nick name for her.

I brought in the rest of the bags, and set off to my room to change into appropriate clothes.

Well, as appropriate as I could get.

The doorbell rang, I checked my window, than ran to greet Angela.

EPOV

"Why am I driving you, again?" I asked as I threw glance at Quil, who was sitting in the passenger seat of my Volvo.

"'Cause my truck broke, and you volunteered," he gave me a Cheshire grin.

I rolled my eyes at him, "More like you ran out of gas, didn't want to go get more and you pulled me, a good Samaritan, into your lazy scheme."

He fake gasped, "You've only known me for a little more than 24 hours, and you can already see through my lies."

"Yeah, little kids act the same way."

"I thought you said you were an only child," he raised an eyebrow at me, "How do you know how little kids act?"

I shifted awkwardly in my seat, "I have a five year old niece."

"Makes sense," he said nodding his head reasonably, "Did you know Bella didn't start seeing through me until 6 months ago? And she's known me since we were five."

"Seriously? I'd have thought she'd be fed up with your shit by now."

"True, turn here," he pointed at a turn off for a quant little neighborhood full of huge ass houses.

"Damn, she lives in here?" I asked him questioningly.

"Yeah, her step-dad, Phil, used to play for the NBA."

"The NBA?"

"Yeah, don't ask for an autograph 'round Bells, though."

"Why?"

It was Quil's turn to shift awkwardly in his seat, "It makes her uncomfortable."

I laughed a short laugh, "If she doesn't like people asking for autographs, why is she in this town's only band?"

"Bella has a passion for music."

We were silent until Quil directed to pull in front of a house with two garages. He had me park in front of the second one.

I followed him in through a side door, and had to duck because a ball was thrown over my head while I heard Bella yell with a bad Scottish accent, "Yer late fer tea!"

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