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Everytime Benjamin threw a party there was a theme to go with it. It was actually pretty smart on his part, anytime he threw a party it was sure to be a good time. Last time he threw a party it was 90s themed.

EVERYTHING was the 90s, from the music to the drinks. I don't even know how he got a hold of Snapple Elements or Guzzlers but knowing him, it wasn't that hard even if they were discontinued.

"I told everyone to wear a white t-shirt." He tells me as he walks into my room

I watch him sit down at the edge of my bed as I take a couple slow hits off a blunt before passing it to him.

"So, does this mean it's going to be a wet t-shirt themed party?" I ask him as I exhale

God I hope not, the last thing I'm trying to see is Rosalie Hale's tits. Although I doubt she would actually participate in something like that, she holds herself to a "higher standard" than us lesser plebeians.

Bitch

Ben starts laughing, smoke ballooning in my room, "you know what, I actually wasn't thinking of that, maybe next time though." He says staring off before hitting the blunt once more before passing it back.

"So…." I trail off, taking the blunt with one hand, making a get on with it motion with the other.

"It's going to be a blacklight party." He says with a grin

I mull over that for a minute. That might actually be cool enough for me to participate. For the record I don't like parties, I usually just sit in my room and read. It's always better to escape inside a book than to deal with real life.

But with that being said, my antisocial behavior bugs my mother to no end. We live in a very fluent neighborhood where dinner parties are held and daughters and sons are shown off and their latest accomplishments bragged about. My brother is all too willing to take the spotlight and I'm thankful for that.

My mother however won't allow that. She buys me the most expensive dresses, the best skincare products, and the best makeup that I never wear. She then goes on to say, "Honestly Isabella, you would be so pretty if you just did this with your hair and carried yourself like you care."

That was the problem though, I didn't care, I didn't think I ever would. Personality goes a lot longer than looks and materialism. People put way too much stock in what someone looks like and designer brands. To me America was a third world country with a Gucci Belt.

"Sis?" Ben says waving his hand in my face

I shake my head, taking one last hit before passing it back to Ben, "I'm high Ben, having high thoughts, but yeah that actually sounds cool."

He grins taking a hit before putting out the blunt, he knows when I've reached my limit. "I thought you might like this one."

He stands to go and looks back at me, "You know Edward asked me the weirdest question today."

"Oh yeah?" I'm not really interested but I humor him

"Yeah, he asked me why you never date." He says brow furrowed

I kind of freeze for a second, "What?"

"Yeah, has he been acting kind of strange with you lately?"

I thought over the last few times I had interacted with Edward. There may have been a few accidental touches. Like when we were walking around someone and his hand brushed my butt, or when we sat together in biology he would reach for a pen in his bag and his hand would brush my arm. Other than that, we still had our regular back and forth banter.

I start shaking my head no, "No he's Edward." I shrug, there's really nothing else to say.

Ben stares at me for a minute before finally shrugging himself, "You're right, I'm probably tripping, it's just it was a random question, really came out of left field you know?"

I nod thinking about it. I'm not embarrassed about not dating, it's just I've known all these people since I was in diapers, and even just thinking about going on a date with someone like Garret Denali or Tyler Crowley makes me want to gag.

"Hey are you going to have the pool open to use?" I ask him to change the subject.

He nods

"Well if it's a blacklight party why don't you get some glow sticks and throw those in the pool so the bottom is lit up?"

He smiles real big, "See this, THIS, is why I love you."

"Boy get out of here with that." I laugh as he walks out the room pulling his phone out, presumably to call Emmett and tell him to get glow sticks.

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