A/N: Hi guys!! Yay, new story!! Really short cos it was supposed to just be an intro so…. Enjoy!

BPOV:

Green flashed past my face as we speeded along the highway in Carlisle's black Mercedes.

The dark, tinted windows were beginning to annoy me, so I rolled down the window, letting the warm air whip across my face and the bare skin that wasn't covered by Alice's flimsy white cami-dress, which she had dressed me in this morning for torture-time, leaving a tingly sensation all over the pale peaches-and-cream of my skin, dancing in my hair, blowing my strawberry scented shampoo all around the car.

Alice, Rosalie and Esme sniffed in approval, smiling and nodding, Edward just fiddled with my hair, my favourite crooked smile pulling at the edges of his perfect lips. Emmet gagged and Jasper chuckled. 5 eyes glared at the two while Carlisle shook his head with half closed eyes, smiling slightly.

I felt like leaping over Alice, wedged in-between the two front seats, occupied by Carlisle and myself, with Edward fiddling with my hair and blowing air down my neck from the seat behind, to Carlisle and yanking his head up to look at the road. They NEVER watched the roads…

Rosalie, curled up into a tight huddle in Emmet's chest, her long blonde ringlets a cloak across Emmet's muscled chest, lifted her head in Jasper and Esme's- squashed in on the other side of Emmet, while Edward was on the other side- direction to stick her tongue out at Jasper who was fake retching at Emmet's sweet nothings-or at least that's what I thought they were…- whispered to Rosalie, who was constantly giggling. Edward looked a little uncomfortable.

I laughed at my sort-of-family, but my laughter was cut off as we pulled into the driveway of what claimed to be ''St. David's Outdoor lodging Centre.' We had travelled for almost an entire two days to get here, despite Carlisle's maniacal, travelling all the way from Forks in the Olympic Peninsula, USA, all the way to here. We stopped off for coffee in England, in a place called 'Herefordshire', and then we moved on to here. Wales. This place might possibly be even MORE rainy than Forks. Possibly.

What we saw next made our jaws drop.

Some gasped, some in astonishment, some in horror.

There, down the drive, was basically, a field. A field with, I might add, LOTS of other people.

There were tents, campervans, and various sticks and tarpaulin wielded into the green, muddy field, by numbered pitches.

A man with wrinkled skin and silver hair which badly needed a good clean stuck his head through the passenger window, not 6 inches away from my face. The smell of denture cream was enough to make you want to hurl.

"Hello! Welcome to 's Out-door-Lod-ging-Centre. Otherwise known as, 's campsite!" He spoke in an aged, English accent, hinting at a bit of welsh as well. He flashed a set of rotting, yellow teeth. The smell was so vile, I turned my head in Edward's direction and gagged under my breath. If he wasn't so shocked, I think he would have laughed. Everyone was stunned into silence.

"Umm… Yeah, Hi." Alice said, putting on a fake smile, she spoke almost rudely. "I think we're at the wrong place. Carlisle? Let's go." She turned to glare at him.

The old man ignored Alice. "Your reference papers, please?" He asked Carlisle.

Carlisle fidgeted a little, and uncomfortably and timidly handed over the papers, Alice glaring so viciously I shrunk into my seat. Rosalie, from the back-seat, stared at Carlisle's hand as if she wanted to take a snap at it. I almost wished she would. My get-away with my perfect boyfriend, my perfect family…

"Ah, Yes! Cullens! Well, well. You're Pitch 12." He said, gesturing towards the far end of the field.

We drove over to the cramped space. There was no way we'd be able to fit all our deluxe tents in that small place.

Alice and Rosalie stormed out of the car, approaching the retreating Carlisle.

"Carlisle" Rosalie growled viciously.

Carlisle started backing away, hands up, palms facing the murderous blonde curls and black spikes.

"This. Is. Supposed. To. Be. My. Perfect. Getaway." Alice said in a livid voice that was growing increasingly higher. "And you're asking me. to spend it." Everyone took a step back.

"IN A FIELD?!!!??" Alice screamed so loudly it seemed like it bounced off all of the cliffs, the sea in view, the hills, the sky…

Every single camper stopped what they were doing to stare at Alice.

Oh, Boy…