A/N: I don't own Twilight or Maid in Manhattan nor am I affiliated in any way to the Vanderbilt family. Any similarities or references belong to their own persons.

Disclaimer: This chapter deals with underage drinking, drug use and severe partying. If it isn't your cup of tea, simply skip this chapter. I'll add a summary before the next one.

Reviews are always much appreciated -Allie

Bella POV

The dress fit me like a glove; I was so excited to finally be going to a party. For once, I was grateful for the brown wig, it looked much nicer with my costume than my blonde hair ever could have. I changed my contacts from the chocolate brown the artist had gotten me and put on some striking emerald green contacts. I lined my eyes heavily with eyeliner and slipped a pack of gum in my boot as well as a lighter.

I go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich, there's no way that I was going to drink on an empty stomach. I filled myself a tall glass of cold water and drank it with my sandwich before grabbing my keys and driving to Tyler's house. I parked at the end of the curb, there were about thirty cars parked on the street. I guess the toll for drunk driving would be high tonight. Possibly higher than the Forks High student body. I snort. I'm so funny; I make myself laugh. Tyler opens the door, already tipsy and motions me inside handing me a beer before stumbling back to some redheaded girl in a leather cat woman suit.

I shake my head and move over to the where Mike and Jessica were. I socialize with them for a while and finish my beer before making my way to the kitchen and pour myself a tall glass of whiskey.

"No chase for the lady?" a tan guy asked me. I looked up at him and shook my head. "None needed," I boast proudly. He gives me a once over and smiles.

"You sure kitty? There are at least five shots of jack in that cup."

"The names Bella."

He gives me a wide smirk before pouring himself two separate shots of Bombay and handing me one. "Paul," he says before raising his shot glass. I mimic his action and we both take the shot at the same time, neither of reacting to the bitter taste of the liquid. He notices this and his smile widens.

Paul gives me one more look before stalking off to join Angela Webber. Wasn't she dating that Ben guy? I shake my head and focus on the front door, patiently waiting for the Cullen's and Hales to arrive.

"Hey you! Yeah, you, want to dance?"

I raise my eyebrow questioningly at the blonde surfer like boy in front of me. With one more glance at the front door I nod at him and we walk off to the dance floor. Surfer-boy leads me to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. I turn so my back is flush against his front and we start to move. I feel his hot breath on my neck and then onto the back of my ear. "My name's Riley."

I raise my hands and wrap them behind Riley's neck and stretch my neck so that my mouth to his ear. "Bella." I begin to really get in the music and relish in the feeling of dancing. Christian never took me dancing; he hated it. When the song finishes, Riley walks out to the balcony and pulls out a joint. I see him searching around in his pocket and opt to just hand him my lighter instead. He sends me a grateful glance and we kill the joint together, watching the neighborhood ahead of us.

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend to get here," he tells me quietly.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend," I find myself saying despite the fact that Edward and I are very much not together. I glance back at the front door and see that they've arrived. I take a few big sips of my drink the effect of both substances hitting me slightly.

I wave Riley goodbye and make my way to my friends, surprising them all by pulling them each into hugs. Jasper and Emmett look at each other and into my cup before guffawing. I roll my eyes at them and lead them into the kitchen so that they can serve themselves. I attempt not to roll my eyes as I see Alice pouring herself a shot of Smirnoff and chasing it with orange juice. Rosalie pours herself a double shot of Jack before chasing it with coke. I sigh internally, were they all going to chase their drinks?

"How many shots in the cup Bella?" asks Jasper.

"Five. Jack no chase. I had a beer before though."

He and Emmett share looks before pouring two exact replicas of what I had in my cup. I raise an eyebrow, clearly amused that they were competing with me on this. I spin around and frown when I see Edward with a water bottle in his hand. I glance down at my cup and kill whatever I had in it before refilling it with crown, this time adding some coke to chase my drink.

"Just water for you, Edward?"

Edward gives me a pained look, as though he was at inner turmoil with himself. Alice glances at me. "Edward doesn't drink, he never has. Even though we begged him to try it at least once-"

"Fine."

Edwards voice cuts Alice off and everyone starts to gape at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's Halloween, the one night I can pretend to be something I'm not."

Edward gives me a dazzling smile before requesting that I make him a drink. I nod and pour him a double shot of crown and chase it with coke. He gives me a thankful smile and I smile right back at him. This could turn out to be an amazing night.

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I'd been dancing with Ali and Rose for the past hour, I had no idea where any of the guys were, but I wasn't worried. I did really have to pee though. I make my way up the stairs to where the washroom was and glance at myself in the mirror. My face and eyes were red but at least I looked good.

As I make my way out of the washroom, I feel to huge hands grab my waist and pull me towards a sculpted chest. I look up to meet two dark eyes. Paul. He pulls me towards him and I melt into the heat of his body, momentarily forgetting who he was and where I was.

"Paul, stop. What about Leah?" Paul silences me and caresses my hair. With the 12 shots and two beers I've had and the fact that I'm significantly smaller than Paul in both weight and height, my attempts and pushing him off of me are futile. My eyes flutter as Paul begins to place small kisses along my jaw and cheek. I struggle to separate what I want and what my alcohol-influenced body wants.

I begin to resist even more, although it does nothing but egg him on; I'm at loss at what to do. Paul pushes me into a bedroom and goes to lead me towards the bed. I begin to panic and push him away.

"Paul, stop, please." I beg silently over and over again. It's useless. I'm drunk, but Paul is smashed. I bet he won't even remember this tomorrow morning. I need to think strategically, although it's quite impossible. Paul pushes me against a wall and I feel him on my leg and I shudder. Suddenly, the door opens and Paul jumps away from me and I use that opportunity to run out the door and down the steps.

I make my way to the kitchen and take two quick shots before stumbling into the living room and spotting Edward sitting on a couch, looking wasted. I run to his side and sit beside him, flinging my legs over his and cower towards him.

He glances at me and pets my hair lovingly. He pulls me into him and begins to hug me. I feel his lips starting to kiss up my jawline and cheek and I freeze. Not this again. I start to get scared and begin to push him away before I hear him whisper in my ear. "Bellllllaa."

His drunken whisper brings me out of my reverie. This is Edward, not some overgrown alcoholic. I melt into his arms and life my head to meet his. Edward's lips get closer to mine and suddenly they're touching. For a few seconds, I don't move. Then, I get into it.

My mouth opens and I feel him pull my bottom lip into his mouth. I grab his upper lip and suck it gently. I feel Edward's mouth open and I deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing with the force and sloppy drunken passion of our embrace.

I don't know how long I stayed in his arms; I don't know how long we stayed attached at the lip. In fact, the moment his lips touched my neck, I forgot everything there was to remember. Right now, I'm happy. And that, is all I know.