I wish I could say the reason I wasn't updating was because I had a summer fling with a foreign vampire and he suddenly decided to change me, but it wasn't. I couldn't update because I got burned. Not even doing something cool like saving my best friend from a house fire. No, I burned my hand MAKING COFFEE. Pathetic, I say. I still can't type that much due to the fact that I'm really not supposed to be using my left hand and it's really hard typing with just your right hand.

Gives You Hell (The All American Rejects), Misery Business (Paramore) Just Like A Pill (P!nk) Runaway (Avril Lavigne)

I have one piece of advice for you: Never leave Pink's So What on your iPod if you use it as your alarm clock. Talk about rude awakenings.

I rolled out of bed, catching my foot on a trailing sheet and falling over, bruising my arm. Great. I showered, pulled on jeans and my favorite FedUp t-shirt, ran a brush through my untamable thick brown hair, and walked into the kitchenette of Alice's and my apartment. We'd moved out of the Weber's house as soon as school ended. I threw together a bowl of cereal and gulped it down before heading off to attempt the impossible: waking up Alice.

I started by blaring my iPod's most aggravating songs loudly by her ears. That didn't work. So I tried jumping on her, which had about as much affect as the iPod method.

That left me with only one option. It would definitely wake Alice up, but also put her in a murderous mood.

I poured a glass of ice water on her head.

Alice bolted upright and yelled, "Where's the fire?" Then she saw me running out of her room with the glass.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!" she screeched. "When I catch you—" I darted into my room and slammed the door.

"I WILL GET YOU FOR THAT, BELLA!" Alice screamed.

My cellphone started to vibrate at that point. I pilled it out ant looked at the screen. JAKE CALLING flashed on the screen.

I flipped open the phone. "Hey, Jake. What's up?"

"Hey, Bells." Jacob's husky voice was distorted by the phone's speakers. "Just wanted to wish you luck on your first day on set. And if that pretty boy makes any moves on you, tell me. I'll gladly break his jaw."

"Who? Edward?" I asked. "I'm not interested. He's a player. Anyway, I wouldn't want to face the wrath of Rosalie. Plus, I have you."

"Okay. Just checking you aren't getting cold feet already." Jacob laughed. "Oh, and say hi to Alice and good luck with her Jasper dude. She seemed over the moon when he asked her out."

"More like over the sun," I chuckled. "Okay. Well, have a good day. See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

I clicked the phone shut. "Alice!" I called cautiously. "Are you still planning to get revenge?"

"Nah." Alice called back.

I opened the door and was doused with a bucket of cold water.

I screamed. "MARY ALICE BRANDON! COME HERE, YOU STUPID IDIOTIC HYPER PIXIE!"

I found her in the kitchen, calmly flipping pancakes. "What the hell was that for?"

"Revenge," Alice answered.

"You said you weren't getting revenge!"

"I said I wasn't planning to get revenge."

"My shirt is all wet!" I screamed, out of arguments. I stomped off and threw the sopping shirt in the dryer. I then walked into the bathroom and blow-dried my hair for the second time that morning, poofing it into a lion's mane. I flopped down on the couch. The doorbell rang and Alice sprang to get it, abandoning her breakfast.

"Hey, Jasper! And Rosalie, Emmett, and Edward!"

I jumped up. "WHAT?"

They all stared at me and I realized I still didn't have a shirt on; I was only wearing a bra. The midnight blue bra Alice had insisted on buying me from Victoria's Secret.

Oh God.

I shrieked in denial. "Oh, dammit all!" I rushed into the laundry room and pulled on my shirt, not caring that it was still wet. What a great start to my day.

I threw my hair in a ponytail and walked out slowly. Jasper and Alice were talking in a corner, and Edward, Rosalie and Emmett were standing awkwardly in the foyer.

I made no secret of my bad mood. "Why are they here?"

"Calm down, Bella. We're carpooling," Alice soothed.

"And whose harebrained idea was that?"

"Mine," Jasper spoke up.

I wasn't going to yell at an almost-stranger, so I didn't answer that comment. "You could have at least told me," I fumed.

"I was going to, but they were all early," Alice protested.

I sighed. "Whatever. The past is the past. Let's go." We filed out to the car, me hanging behind to lock the door to our apartment.

"How are we carpooling? The truck isn't big enough," I asked.

"We're taking Jazz and Rose's minivan," Alice answered.

"Jazz and Rose?"

"It's all right," Rosalie called. "Call me Rose, it's friendlier."

"Okay then…Rose," I said tentatively. We walked out the door into the parking lot and loaded into the silver minivan pulled up along the curb. Jasper drove, with Alice next to him. I claimed a bucket seat before Edward could pull me into the back, and Rosalie, Edward and Emmett clambered into the backseat.

"Where's the studio?" I asked as Jasper revved the engine and pulled out of the lot.

"Eclipse Avenue," Jasper answered.

Alice gasped. "No way!"

"Way," Rosalie answered. She and Alice squealed.

Eclipse Avenue was at the heart of the high-end part of Phoenix. It was where all the night clubs, like New Moon, were. There were also hotels, a concert hall, a mall, and movie studios.

"Number 1918 Eclipse Avenue, West District, Phoenix," Edward read from a sheet. "It's Eclipse Avenue, all right."

"Wow," Alice whispered. "Us. Filming a movie on Eclipse Avenue."

We pulled up in front of 1918 Eclipse Avenue fifteen minutes later. "Are you sure this is the right place, Jazz?" Rose asked in shock.

"I don't see any other 1918 Eclipse Avenues around here," Jasper replied.

But it was hard to believe we were in the same place. The studio had a giant placard on the front claiming this was Twilight Studios, the place we needed to be, but otherwise, it was beyond my wildest dreams. There was an archway that opened onto a drive that led to a golden building. There were stars on the sidewalk, signed by all these famous actors and actresses: Leonardo DeCaprio, Angelina Jolie, Daniel Radcliffe…

"Wow. Twilight Studios. Home of the stars," Alice whispered in reverence. "Just think. This is where they filmed Titanic, Harry Potter, High School Musical…"

"High School Musical?" I asked. "Really, Alice!"

"It was popular," Alice protested.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go in!" Emmett exclaimed. Alice grabbed Jasper's hand and towed him in first, the rest of us following behind her.

I gasped as I stepped inside the cool air-conditioned lobby. It too was gold and beautiful, and scattered with black leather couches. "Hello. May I help you?" A woman behind the front desk asked.

"Yes. We're here for the shooting of the movie Midnight Sun?" Edward asked coolly.

"Third floor, studio number seven," the secretary answered. "Oh—and congratulations."

"Thank you," I answered. Then I turned my back on the lady and followed my new costars to the elevator.

Once we were all in, Rosalie pressed the button for floor three. Music played as we ascended into the heart of Twilight Studios.

The doors slid open with an audible click. We filed out of the elevator into a plain white hallway with labeled doors spread far apart. The hall seemed to stretch forever.

We found Studio Seven without a problem. Edward cautiously knocked on the door and Garrett boomed, "Come in!"

Emmett opened the door and ushered Rosalie, Alice, Edward, Jasper and I in. Then he entered and the door swung shut.

I know that was short, but I promise you that as soon as I get this fricking gauze off my hand, I will give you all an extra long chapter! I'm also going to try to respond to all your reviews. I have a very busy schedule, so I'm not really sure if I'll get to them all, so don't be offended if I don't get to you. So can you please review, even if it's only a couple of words like 'I love it!' or 'update!' I value every one!