Okay so I realized that when I post chapters, some words get cut out or jumbled around, and I'll try to sort it out but if I miss some, just bare with me please (=

(BPOV)

Okay, so I've never actually had REAL friends before. I mean sure I have my brother and all, but after my mom died, he completely blamed me for stressing her out so much, he thought that the stress had caused her death! So yeah, he tried to cover up those feelings of hate, and be like any other brother, but when he had a little beer in him, he let his feelings show…like he did the other night. (Thanks guys, completely forgot I left that out, any other suggestions would be great!)

So I guess it was my lack of friends that caused me to run around Raylan's room like a little kid in chuck 'e' chesses. It's not like people didn't like me…oh wait, that's right, they do. Okay, okay, so I know what your thinking, how come no one likes me? Because I'm a big fat bitch. Yep, I said it, I'm a bitch. At least that's what everyone in school thinks, due to one girl, who was surprisingly, my best friend. Alright, so my bestest friend Kayla was a total snob. One of those perfect blonde Mary Sue leader types, that was head cheer leader and all that jazz. Why the hell she was ever friends with me, I don't know. I was the girl who sat in class and drew pictures all day, the one who got straight C's and never did anything right…oh wait, why am I using past tense, HA! I'm still like that!

Anyway, this girl was a total prep but she was my best friend, what can I say, I took what I can get. And of course she had the perfect jocky boyfriend that every girl wanted and they were completely in love. But what happens when she tells me they broke up and she hated him, then he asks me out and I say yes? She tells everyone that we had cheated on her and that she was forced to brake up with him. So naturally, he broke up with me and they got back together, once again I had no friends and no body liked me, but I'll tell you what, I never stopped trying to make friends.

Which is probably why when Emily and the girls suggested giving me a makeover, I had to oblige.

They started with the hair, which hurt worst of all. But by the time they were finished, the straightened blowout-ish look was completely worth it. They did my makeup, promising to go easy because it was my first time wearing any, and when they were done, I was left with a simple layer of mascara.

It was going good, and we made sure we curled Leah and Emily's hair, straightening Raylan's curly red hair as well. They, being experienced in the art of makeup, were able to apply their own and by six thirty we were rummaging through the closet looking for something to wear, though I was sure she had nothing that would fit someone as short as me.

"Oh, Bree, I have some old cloths that are a little small on me," Raylan chimed, seeing the distress on my face when I realized nothing was in my size, "they might be a little big but they should fit you better then anything inn here."

I nodded happily, letting her know that any form of clothing would be just dandy and was surprised when she pulled out an outfit that was exactly my style. By the time I was half way dressed, the girls were fully made over and turned their focus on my accessories. I bite my lip anxiously as they looked me up and down like a Barbie doll, throwing different bracelets and scarves at me every few seconds.

When they decided I was done they yanked me over to the only mirror in the room with over excited grins on there faces.

This girl in the mirror was not me. Her hair was straight and pushed away from her face, and her eyes looked even bolder with the application of mascara. She wore a thin, fuzzy cotton form fitting, maroon sweater. The sleeves were so long they covered her hands and they hem of the skirt covered half of her butt. Underneath, were a pair of semi tight, kaki shorts that stopped a little above mid-thigh. She wore a number of chunky wooden bracelets, and matching necklace. On her feet were a pair of brown work boots, that gave her sort of a rugged look. This girl was SO not me, yet when I moved she moved, so I figured I'd just go with it.

(JPOV)

Sam was starting to get mad, which wasn't like him. It was nearly seven o'clock and the girls still weren't here. People were just starting to settle down around the fire to hear my dad tell the tribe's legends.

A horn honked in the parking lot and I recognized it immediately as Raylan's car.

I was anxious to see Bree again. I knew these things were casual but would she even notice that I'm actually wearing a shirt today? I hoped so and- wait, what! Were they kidding! What they hell is this a night club?

I saw them all walking towards us, all four of them, but of course none looking as good as Bree. Raylan wore some old looking white sundress, and Leah wore a tight short spaghetti strap blue dress-shirt, Emily looked casual as usual wearing just a plain white shirt and black shorts. But Bree, I mean wow! Her shirt was big on her but fit her body perfectly, and those shorts! I mean come on! And look at her hair! Is it straightened! What the hell! Wow! I heard Jared chuckle from behind me and elbow Embry playfully. It seemed like everyone there was starring at the girls. I just hope they were all looking at Leah and not Bree…yeah right.

"Jacob! Hey, Jake!" What the hell? I turned around at the sound of my name and saw Bella walking over to me with a big smile. Did I invite her? Oh yeah, that's right, my dad did…

"Hey bells!" I put on the smile that always made her blush and looked back over my shoulder at Bree before being dragged over to the fire by Bella.

Bree was smiling at Jared and Embry who were running up to their little group giving them all hugs, glancing at me and Bella every few seconds with a confused yet sort of hurt expression on her face.

Wait, did that mean she likes me? No, she probably just wants to know who the hell I'm with. But maybe she's jealous? Nah, probably just thinks Bella's my girl friend. I did a mental eye roll and sat down next to Bella on a blanket near the fire.

The stories hadn't started yet and I looked around to check up on everybody. Emily and Sam were having a hushed conversation about Me imprinting on Bree, and Sam telling her about the whole Paul thing. I turned away not really wanting to hear about that reality. Bree was standing just out of reach of the fires bright light, wadding her feet through the ocean water, holding a glass of punch in her hand and talking to Embry who was at the edge of the water's waves. I felt a pang of jealousy, but was quickly brought back by Bella's sighing. She leaned into me a little more and rested her head against my chest. I sighed along with her and turned my head when Billy called everyone to sit around the fire.