a/n- again, thank you, thank you, to those who reviewed!! makes me all warm and fuzzy, also makes the story!! (bites lips as she admits this)

when i'm writing this, i'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants. the other story i'm working on i've got a plot line in my head this one, not so much, so reviews help to draw the story along. so wizziewoo123, there will be more drunk bella and rose, not this chapter but it's coming.

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two pov's this chapter, and we have a hear from someone new too, so here you go, hope you likey!!!!

APOV

I was finally here, finally in Vegas for a weekend with my girls. They'd gotten a head start on me but I was determined to make it up. I bought a bottle of Jameson, at the duty free shop at the airport and hopped in cab and headed to the hotel. Jameson was Rosalie's drink of choice, I was much more a sweet girly drink kind of person, but Bella and Rose weren't and the Jameson, would have the desired effect and fast. And today would be a quick and dirty kind of day, my goal was to get drunk.

Rose had texted me all the room info yesterday, and told me that Bella and her would waiting for me there, so when I got to the hotel I headed straight for the elevators, the bell hop behind me with my bags.

There were two guys standing by the elevator bank waiting with their backs to me. Both guys were very tall, I mean I'm barely 5 feet so they both towered over me. "So, do you think we should go check on him?" one asked the other, the one speaking was thin, with longish blond hair, it nearly reached his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and gray tee shirt and flip-flops, ugh, I wrinkled my nose at his wardrobe choice.

The other one was huge, dressed slightly better, at least from behind, in dark cargo shorts and an off white collared shirt, his hair was curly and dark, he reminded me a lot of my brother. He shrugged, "I don't know, I wouldn't want to interrupt anything. Or see any more of her than I did yesterday." I knew that voice.

It couldn't be.

"Dude, she's fucking hot."

"She's like my little sister."

I leaned forward on my toes and craned my neck to try and look around him to see his face. Even better, the elevator doors were mirrored. It was him. "Emmett McCarty," I shouted in accusation.

He spun quickly, much more gracefully and agile on his feet than you would assume someone of his size would be. " Alice," my bear of a brother, lifted me up into his arms and crushed me in one of his hugs. I was awfully proud of my brother, following my fashion advice and all as he set me down beside Mr. Can't Dress, "Alice, this is Jasper. Jasper this is my little sister, Alice."

Jasper smiled, I think I smiled back, I'm really not sure. I just hoped like hell I wasn't drooling all over myself. Holy hell, the boy was beautiful. He drew me in with his soft blue eyes and nodded at me, "Are you just getting in?" he asked.

Yeah, it was a stupid question, the fucking bell hop with a cart full of my bags should have answered that, but he sounded like fucking Matthew McConaughey, sexy southern drawl. I melted. Where's Alice? Oh, that'd be the fucking puddle on the floor. "Yeah," I breathed. My eyes still locked with Jasper's. The sound of Emmett clearing his throat pulled me from my trance and I glanced at him quickly. His eyes were darting between Jasper and me, finally his eyebrows knit together as he shot Jasper a menacing look.. Emmett was going to play the big brother card.

I was waiting to see what embarrassing story he would come up with, or what ridiculous threat he'd use, when the elevator doors opened before. As we stepped into the elevator something occurred to me, "Emmett you don't seemed surprised to see me?" I asked. He didn't voice a response, just quirked an eyebrow at me. I knew I was on to something. Recalling something from the conversation I had overheard earlier, "Who's 'like your little sister'?"

"Um."

I drew in a slow breath as my eyes widened in shock, "Is Edward here with you?" I managed to squeak out.

"Uh."

"Emmett, what the fuck did you do?" I screamed forgetting the close vicinity.

"Well, uh," Emmett stammered. Jasper stepped backwards into the wall as my eyes flew over to him, suddenly he was fascinated by the carpeting of the elevator floor.

"Were you talking about Bella?" I asked indignantly, Emmett nodded. I covered my face with my hands and took a cleansing breath. Lowering my hands, I asked in that ultra calm voice, that is only used by parents who know their child has done something wrong, and are simply look for a confession "Where is Edward right now?" I was definitely looking for a confession.

"In his room?"

The elevator stopped on the boy's floor and they quickly made for the door, "Not so fast." I slapped a twenty into the bell hops hand and told him to go ahead and take my bags up, as I stepped out after the guys.

The were both standing sheepishly outside in the hall outside the elevator door, looking guilty as sin. "Where is he?" I demanded.

BPOV

I'm guessing that the smile that lit my face was enough to tell Rose how I felt about what had happened the night before, because she didn't ask. I was extremely grateful for that, because even if Rosalie was sure about what she thought I felt, I wasn't sure about anything. I'm not even sure I was making sense in my own mind. If anyone asks I'm blaming everything on the alcohol.

We ate our breakfast mostly in silence, the little we did discuss, were plans for when Alice arrived. Neither one of us was entirely clear on the details of the night before, and this really didn't seem like the time or place to try and hash it out.

"Alice should be her soon," Rose said in the elevator on the way back to our suite.

I nodded, "I think I might go for a swim."

Rosalie huffed, but didn't argue. She knew better, it was a stress reliever for me, quiet alone time where I could just think. And it was obvious I needed that now. "Just make sure you meet us at the spa on time, Alice will shit a brick if your late. And I really don't think I'm in any state to deal with an angry Alice."

I laughed, grabbing a swimsuit and heading into the bathroom to change, "I'll be there," I said as I closed the door.

Making my way down to the pool, I found it was already getting busy, I had opted against the bikini and was wearing one of my old competition suits, it was tight, modest black tank. The pool here wasn't really the best for swimming laps, but I figured I'd just make due. I hopped into the water, wadded out a little bit then lowered my body into the water. Pushing off with my toes from the bottom, I stretched my arms out over my head and kicked my feet. I started pulling my right arm down through the water, propelling me forward, then my left as I brought my right arm out of the water and to the front of me again, over and over again, while kicking my legs, till I had to turn around. It shallowed out too much for me to flip myself over and kick off against the wall, so I stopped and turned and set back out the way I'd came.

I continued back and forth across the pool, breathing only when necessary, waiting till my lungs burned before turning my head and inhaling quickly, then forcing my face back down into the water. The best part of swimming is the quiet. Once your head enters the water and your ears are submerged you can completely block out all other sounds if you want. That's why I held my breath as long as possible, when it was quiet it was easier to think, and the longer it was quiet, the longer I could think uninterrupted.

And of course I thought about Edward.

Though, I tried not to think about what might or might not have happened last night. What embarrassing things I might have told him in my drunken stupor. How it must of felt to have him close to me again. These were things I didn't want to think about, because I didn't want to think of what implications our time together might have. What all of it might mean if I would, or could, let it.

I couldn't help thinking about the way his eyes reminded me of a sunny day in Washington, they were the same color green as the trees when the sunlight hit them, it was the color I saw when I thought of home. I thought about his always too long, too messy hair, that was the strangest bronze color, reminding me of fall leaves. I thought of his soft fair skin, that was always cool to the touch, I always figured it was because he spent so much time outside, running, hiking, hunting, Edward loved anything outdoorsy. I think all the time outside must have affected his scent as well, which was always like the musk of the forest and fresh ocean air.

My thoughts mostly swirled about what he'd said to me last Christmas, that he still loved me. My memories of that night, the slight shutter in his voice, the fear in his eyes, caused a chill to shoot through my body. I knew that he was telling me the truth, I just couldn't figure out his reasoning behind it. I couldn't let myself hear another word about it. Of course I knew that I was still in love with him. I'd tried like hell to get passed it, to get over him. But Edward was ingrained in my soul, in every fiber of my being I loved him completely, I had ever since I could remember.

But it wasn't enough.

When he left, Edward had done what he always did, he made a decision and I was just expected to go along with it, he gave me no choice really. I'd spent more than 3 years trying to get over Edward Cullen, and he thinks he can just walk in say he still loves me and I'm supposed to fall back at his feet. Fuck him. I'd had plenty of time to figure out that that was not how healthy relationships worked, it had to be give and take between equals, not one person thinking they knew what was best for the other. His own mother had said that to me many times. But, that's how Edward and I had always been. And being in love with him wasn't enough to change that.

Elizabeth Cullen had always been so ready to point out where improvements could be made. Not in a harsh or bad way, just helpful, nurturing. She always tried to give you the opportunity to grow, to do better and figured if you didn't know where to change, you couldn't change. My own parents, though I loved them to death, we always happy enough with what I did, who I was, they were too eager to indulge me to have me always happy. It was Elizabeth's gentle pushing that made me apply to Stanford, my dream school, to contact the diving coach in attempts to get a scholarship. My parents would have been happy for me to attend the community college in Port Angles, hell they would have been happy if I didn't go to college at all, if that's what made me happy. But not Elizabeth, she always expected me to have it all.

Her nudging to for me to achieve the best, didn't stop at academics or sports, it carried over to personal things as well. There's no way Alice and I would be as close as we are if it weren't for Elizabeth. I had a fairly one track mind, Elizabeth constantly reminded me not to let things go to the wayside, Alice and I might have drifted apart a long time ago.

Typically she tried to keep out of Edward's and mine relationship, or at least appear that way. Not so much for me, but because it bugged the crap out of Edward that I would talk to his mom about us. Though she sometimes let some relationship advice slip, she'd be talking about someone else but I knew the words were meant for me to take in.

I'd listened closely to the things Edward's mother had told me, I'd like to think I learned a lot from her. Learned that being in love with him, wasn't enough to make up for breaking my heart. Learned that I deserved someone who listened to me, to my feeling, my thoughts, my opinion, not just me taking what they gave me. I hadn't found that someone yet, but I would.

Overwhelmed with feelings, my legs and arms pushed to the point of exhaustion, I coasted back to the shallows, sitting in the water with my head in my hands. Lifting my head, I stroked the locket hanging from the bracelet around my wrist as I always did when I was stressed and confused, hoping that her strength would lead me to the right answers.

The locket was Elizabeth's. She'd given it to me the last time I'd seen her, weeks before her death, but we all knew it was coming. It had always been a joke of sorts, that she'd give it to me on mine and Edward's wedding day, so when she removed it from her neck that day, I couldn't breath. I couldn't deny her gift though, I took it graciously and attempted to give it back to Carlisle on my way out, but he refused. She'd asked me only one thing, that I not "open it yet", she told me I'd know when to open it, I still hadn't. I kept it in a box until the day she died, then I began wearing it from my wrist, it didn't seem right to wear it around my neck like she did, it was a Cullen family heirloom, and I wasn't a Cullen.

I sat there in the water for a few more minutes, to tired to get up, not sure if my legs would carry me up to the room, when I heard someone call my name.

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