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Chapter 4: The Chase

Edward's Point of View

I stepped on the gas pedal and sped off. Some of the fan girls were trying to catch up to us. I had no idea girls could drive so fast; yeah, things have changed a bit since 1901. Just a little bit.

"So, Eddie," began Jacob, trying to strike a conversation in the middle of chaos.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I interrupted before he could go anywhere with that. "Eddie?"

"Yeah. You need to be hip, man."

Oh boy. "If you haven't noticed, we're being chased by fan girls. Now is not the time to experiment with nicknames!"

"Okay, okay. Chill, man."

I shook my head. "Do you wanna get killed by a mob of strange women?"

"Umm…no, but at least they're better than a she-man."

"You got a point there." I hated to admit that.

We were driving around for awhile, and we lost some of our followers. A pesky few managed to remain. It was getting late, and we still couldn't get rid of them.

"Edward, we need to do something," Jacob pleaded.

"Like what?" I asked. "Do you have any bright ideas?"

"Hmm…" He thought about it for a second. "How about we crash a frat party and try to blend in until they're gone?"

"Crash a frat party? Us?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know what goes on at frat parties?"

"Yeah. Booze, beer pong, shots, girls-"

"Like we can fit in. We're not members of the actual fraternity, we're technically not old enough to drink – I'm just talking about the age listed on my driver's license here, and we don't even go school here!"

"I think it's about time I give you a mini lesson in frats."

Great.

"Alright," I said. "Let's hear it."

"You see," he began. "People from other colleges – and even people who don't even go to college – often go to these parties. As long as you bring the beer, you're good to go, except we can't get a hold of some."

As long as you bring the beer, you're good to go. I think I have an idea of my own.

"I think I know how we can blend in," I said.

"How?" Jacob asked.

"We can trick them."

"By what?"

"You see, as vampires, we specialize in forging stuff. If we can get a few cases of root beer and change the labels, they won't know the difference."

"Wait. You can forge stuff?"

"Yeah."

"That's awesome! But…how are you so sure they won't know the difference?"

"You told me yourself that there's plenty of beer there. And according to typical fraternity boy stereotypes, they can't stop at just one. Therefore, they'll be too wasted to know any better. You got that?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I got that."

"Good."

I noticed that I had a pretty sizable lead over the remaining pack of fan girls and quickly pulled into a shopping center parking lot.

"Jacob, stay here and lock the door," I instructed. "I'll be back in a few seconds."

"Umm…ok."

And with that, I was off. True to my word, I was back in a few seconds with three cases of root beer.

"Nice," commented Jake as he unlocked the door to let me in. "Now how are you gonna forge this?"

"Watch and learn," I stated with a slight smirk. With a blink of an eye, all the bottles, including the box, had a Budweiser label on them.

"Geez, you're good," he said with resentment in his voice.

I already knew that, Wolf Boy.

I stepped on the gas again and headed to the nearest fraternity house. Sure enough, Jake and I were easily let in to the house.

"We got more beer, bros!" shouted one wasted guy to his wasted buddies.

"This is too easy," Jacob said to me.

A few girls tried to hit on us. They weren't my type. They could have been Jacob's type, but they were too uncoordinated. However, before Jacob could do anything, I noticed something shiny from the outside. It was moving really fast, and it looked vaguely familiar. I heard lots of laughing, and I saw vague figures in the distance. Before I knew it, my Volvo was gone from the lot.

"Jacob, the girls stole our car!" I shouted.

"What the-?" he shouted back.

We immediately ran outside. I could still smell the burning rubber from the fast getaway.

"Now what do we do?" Jacob asked.

"Go after them. Duh!" I snapped. "It was your bright idea to do this in the first place!"

"Sorry! But you were the one who agreed to go along with it."

True. He got me there.

"How do we go after them without a car?" he asked.

"There's only one way to do that," I replied.

Before he could ask another question, I picked out the red Mercedes convertible in the lot and lifted the hood.

"You know how to hotwire this thing?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Don't you know how?"

"I do, but I'm not fast enough." Actually, I wanted to be nice and let him feel like he was doing something important.

Jacob quickly hotwired the car, and I jumped into the driver's seat while Jake happily accepted shot gun. I stepped on it and hoped that I could get my Volvo back. After all, making this trip in my Volvo was part of the treaty to begin with. If we don't get it back, we're doomed.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw the license plate to my car and caught up to the girls.

"Cut them off!" yelled Jacob.

"I'm working on it!" I yelled back.

It didn't take much. I knew there wasn't much gas left in the tank, and they eventually came to a stop. I cut in front of them and swerved around. Jacob and I got out of the car, and we knocked on the driver's side window. The driver rolled down her window.

"Excuse me, ladies," I began, "but I would like to get my vehicle back."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" they screamed.

"Like, oh my gosh, Edward Cullen is talking to us!" exclaimed one of the girls in the back seat.

"It's not funny," I commented. "It's illegal to steal someone else's car."

"We wanted to meet you," said another girl.

"That's not how you do it," said Jacob, imitating my harsh tone. "You don't steal a guy's car to talk to him. Actually when you do that, he's likely to never talk to you again and possibly hit you with a lawsuit."

"Oh." It was like some major revelation to them. Personally, I thought it was common sense.

"Look," I said. "The reason why Jacob and I were out here in the first place was because Carlisle and Sam made a new treaty requiring us to travel cross country. And we desperately need this car. So…do you want us to violate this treaty and not have another sequel?"

"No…" I think it's working!

"So…can we have our car back?" asked Jacob.

"With some extra gas?" I added.

The driver looked at the other girls in the car. "One condition," she said.

"Name it," said Jake.

"You guys have to help us win a competition with our fellow Twilighters here on campus tonight."

I hesitated. "What kind?" I asked.

"We need to dress up and lip sync to a song."

Sounds easy enough.

"We'll do it," stated Jacob.

"Yay!"

For some reason, I didn't have a good feeling about this.

Jacob's Point of View

So we're one step closer to getting the Volvo back. And all we have to do is dress up and lip sync. Big deal.

Edward and I got back into the Mercedes and followed the girls to some house; I had no idea where we were. But as soon as we got there, I knew we were doomed.

"Hey, girls," greeted a girl. I assumed she was the organizer of the competition. "Your costumes are in the back." I also assumed that she didn't notice me and what's his face over here. Oh yeah…Edward…

"So, guys," began the main leader of our group, "we're lip syncing to the Spice Girls. I really hope you guys know them."

"Uh yeah," I sort of lied.

"Yeah, we know them," added Edward.

Crap. I know who they were; I just have no idea what the words were. But then again, most major pop stars have no idea what the lyrics to their own songs are, so I figured there'd be no problem. I really hope Eddie's good at improving.

The girls threw us our costumes, and as soon as I caught mine, Edward started laughing at me.

"Haha!" he laughed, looking at my brown wig and high heels. "You're Posh Spice!"

"And who are you?" I asked, bitter.

"I'm Scary Spice." He pointed to his 'fro.

Psh. "Lucky."

"Hey! At least you get David Beckham."

"And you had Eddie Murphy there for awhile."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

This is gonna get interesting.

So the five of us (the girls, Edward, and me) get up on the stage set up in front of a group of costumed fanatics (in a good way). The music starts playing, and that's when Eduardo and I let it all hang loose.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever; friendship never ends.
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

I started breaking dancing half way through the song 'cause I had no idea what I was doing. Apparently, the girls loved it. I wonder if they noticed anything funny since I am a guy and all. Either that or I bare a great resemblance to Posh Spice. Edward shocked us all by doing the worm and pulling off the moonwalk. And all this time I thought the guy was as dull as a doorknob.

As soon as we were done, the house erupted into a thunderous applause.

"WOOT!" cheered some girls in the back.

The organizer of the competition came up on stage. "Ladies, you have just seen the winners!"

"Alright! We won!" I exclaimed.

That's when I officially ruined it.

"Guys? You girls got guys to help you win?" questioned the organizer.

"Uh…yeah," said the leader of our group.

Crap. We're never gonna get out of Santa Barbara, are we?

"Psst…" whispered another girl in our group.

"What?" Edward whispered back.

"Hurry up and follow me," she whispered.

"W-What?" I asked.

"Just hurry up because they're gonna hold you back!"

"Umm..okay."

Edward and I followed the girl outside, and she got a gas can. Edward lifted the cap to the gas tank on the Volvo.

"I don't think this will last you for a very long time, but at least you guys will be on your way," she said.

"Thanks," Edward said.

"No prob."

And with that, we were off on the freeway. Edward stepped on the gas, and we were out of Santa Barbara within a matter of minutes.

"That was a close one," I commented.

"Ya think?" Edward asked.

"Fan girls are dangerous."

"True, but let's face it. Whether we love 'em or hate 'em, they make us. They can either make you or break you."

"Yeah." Why does he have to be so smart? Oh wait, he's over 100 years old. Never mind. "So where are we headed off to?"

"No idea, but we now have a problem."

"What's that?"

"With this revelation by Aunt Mary, we're probably gonna get recognized anywhere we go."

"But those girls at the lip syncing competition didn't notice."

"They did."

"We're not counting how I blew it by opening my big mouth."

He laughed. Darn him! "I'm counting it."

"Thanks a lot."

"Don't mention it."

"So going back to the whole recognition thing…"

"Yes. We're going to need disguises." He looked to his left and noticed a gas station. "We can't go into any town in our normal appearances."

"Hmm…" I think I know how to spice things up. "We can totally be rappers and buy bling and act all gangsta like. You'll be E-Dawg, and I'll be J-Money!" He gave me a weird look, and it looked like his eyes were gonna pop out of his head. "Okay, fine. You can be E-Money, and I'll be J-Dawg."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Us as gangsta rappers? You're serious?"

"It could totally work."

He laughed. "Right. Just make sure we're not in the hood, okay?"

"Fine."

He shook his head and pulled into the gas station to fill up the tank.

"But really," I said. "If we're doing the whole disguises thing, we could just paint you orange."

"Excuse me? Painting me orange?!"

"Many celebrities are into sunless tanning these days, and they all look orange. You can't even recognize them. It could work."

He thought about it for a second. "Actually, you might be right."

"Heh. I actually know something for once, huh?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you're thinking it, I bet."

"Don't tell me you werewolves have the power of mindreading, too. If so, we're gonna have to change all that."

"We don't. But admit it: I'm actually right for once."

He sighed. "Fine. You're right."

"Alright! I win!"

"Not for long."

"Hmph."

Edward paid for the gas and got back in the Volvo. We hit the road once again and called Bella to get the next destination for our little road trip.

Author's Note: The song used here is "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls. I can't believe it's been over ten years since they first made it big...