A/N: Okay wow I am awful!!! LOL. I am so sorry but I really could not think of anything good for the plot of this chapter. I have a really good drama plan, but I cant do it quite yet. D: and ... *if you read my other fanfics you already read this*

There's this big hill in my town that has an acient indian name *no one can pronounce it lol* and most kids are forbid to go there cause its said to be an old burial ground for the tribe... Well me and some of my older friends went there and told our parents we were at the movies. We started playing truth or dare...and they dared me to walk bakeward to the top of this weird mound thing screaming 'come take me spirits!!' and since i dont actually believe there's a graveyard up there, I did it. But being me.. I tripped oer a tree root and fell down the whole hill. I broke a rib, and sprained my wrist... everyone was freaking out though because I was in some serious pain and didnt look too hot but ne of us felt like getting grounded forever so we tried to think of a good lie.. we didnt and so my friend just drove me to the hospital :S we didnt get in as much trouble as we expected..lets just say I wont be hanging aroud with those kids for about 2 weeks :(

So ya. Its kinda hard to type, but I am still capable lol. ONTO CHAPPIE!!

Disclaimer: Like you reading this, I dont own Twilight. BUT I OWN COSMO!!!!!! AND CODY!!!!!!! LOL :D

Rosalie's POV

The drive took less time than I had expected. Maybe it was because Cosmo and I talked the whole way home, about everything from what we were eating for dinner tonight, to Paris's new hair cut.

When he finally turned onto the street he said was his, I was stunned. His was the only one on the street, for one, and it could have been a hotel. It looked about three stories high, and you could fit two and half normal houses inside it. The color was a red clay shade, and it looked somewhat 1920's style.

"Ya like?" Cosmo asked in his 'gay' voice. Making me give him the 'no, epic fail' look.

"I love." I told him honestly.

Cosmo took all my bags inside for me, despite my protests for me to help him. The inside of the house was even more stunning than the outside. Cosmo was a fabulous interior designer; the outdoors of the house was very average, well not average but very 90210. While the inside was completely awesome!! It was like a party house; there was a bar in the living room, along with a light up dance floor, and a 103' flat screen. The rooms were painted all different colors; one red, one a deep purple, and one even completely black.

My face must have given away my awe, because Cosmo interrupted my revere.

"I'll take that expression," he pointed to my face, "as you like it." He smiled at his success of impressing a teenage girl.

"You must throw some epic parties here…" I commented.

"That I do. In fact, I have a small get together this evening, and you are welcome to join the fun."

"Will there be alcohol?"

"For us adults, of course, but not for my little teenager. I must at least try to be a responsible guardian, right?" He joked.

"You can try, but I can be a little hard to handle." I taunted him.

He walked me up the 34 stairs; I counted, and showed me room. It was even more shocking than the party room; the walls were a fuchsia pink and there was white furniture, and Cosmo said they had my things already in them, and my room alone took up half the second story. Cosmo said the other room on the floor was a guest bedroom, and was currently occupied by one of his family memebers.

Cosmo left me alone to get situated, although it seemed he had already unpacked most of my things, and I laid down on my humongous king sized bed.

I just sat there thinking. Not really anything in particular, mostly about the new show, though. Cosmo hadn't given me many details, except when they would be filming me and such. I looked over, to my new iHome Cosmo had given me, and saw that it was six o'clock; Cosmo's guests would be here in an hour. I decided to begin my torturous pre-party routine; shower, blow-dry my hair, straighten my hair, choose an outfit, and apply make-up. This all took me roughly forty-five minutes, depending on the type of event.

After dressing and being vain, I was ready for the 'small' get together. I had chosen a simplistic pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a low cut 'party' top that Cosmo had given to me for my sixteenth birthday. I walked down the freakish amount of stairs, only to wonder how in the hell Cosmo considered this small.

There were roughly one hundred and fifty people there, all in semi-formal yet still casual attire, mostly huddled around the open bar Cosmo had. All of them looked to be faces I knew personally, or people that I had heard of. Leave it to Cosmo to think this is small…

I was almost positive I was the youngest party-go-er there, as always. Most of the parties I attend are for the company, which means a bunch of twenty-something, anorexic, back-stabbing models. Which isn't really my type of scene.

I scanned the area for Cosmo, but couldn't seem to find him. Then, some model from Elite's rival company came up to me. He was about 6'5, and had long chocolate brown hair (dyed of course, very few models actually still have their natural hair color). He somehow reminded me of Georg Listing, from the group Tokio Hotel, but I knew that it couldn't be him.

"Hello hello. Who do we have here?" He asked me, slurring his words. You really gotta love an open bar.

"Rosalie. And yourself?"

"Well, Rosie. I'm Drew. How would you like to get out of here, just the two of us?" I really hate when drunk guys hit on me; especially ones who model like me because they know the rules just as well as I do.

There is a list of unspoken rules us models must abide by. Rule number one; no tattoos or piercing of any kind, besides girls who have their ears pierced. Tattoos are most important, because they distract the client from the basic product—you.

Rule number two; no excessive partying. One night of drinking is okay, as long as it doesn't get to out of hand, and you are legally allowed to drink.

Rule number three; smoking is only permitted if the press doesn't catch you. It speeds up our metabolisms, helping us loose weight. Of course, I would never dare touch one of those cancer sticks.

There are a few others but those are the most important ones. Other rules are set in stone by your agency, but for the most part all of them have the same basic ones.

Back to the drunken fool trying to get me into bed with him. I just looked at him and said, "I'm sixteen. Have a good night, Drew the drunk." Then walked off in my black high heels, running into someone I never thought I'd see again.

My old neighbor from when I lived in the valley, Cody. We grew up being best friends; totally inseparable. He used to have dorky glasses, and short blonde hair; he had always been the tall kid in our grade, with basically no muscle definition. Now… whoa he changed a lot in three years.

"Rosie?" He looked at me in disbelief.

"Cody!" I had missed him so much, since once I signed my modeling contract my dad moved us to LA, I had never seen him again. I wanted to go back to old times, of making mud pies together when it was raining, and playing baseball or kickball with the rest of our block. And most importantly I missed being able to tell him everything; what girl was telling all the other girls that I thought I was too good for the school, or what boy had tried to do something I wasn't ready for at parties. He had always been there for me.

"Let's get out of here!!!" I yelled over the now blaring music. He simply nodded, and I pulled him to my red punch buggie convertible.

He got into the passengers seat, and I could finally see how much he really had changed.

His blonde hair had been died jet black, and cropped to an angle to cover his left eye. He had finally grown into his height, and gotten less toothpick looking, though I am sure he could still probably get pretty beat up. Something else he didn't have three years ago were double lip piercings, which I found totally awesome and kinda hot. Wearing dark wash skinny jeans and a black t-shirt for Green Day, he looked a hell of a lot different than the dorky best friend I used to have. If you didn't know him as well as I did, you could stereotype him as 'emo'.

We just sat there, eyeing each other over, until I realized that he wasn't famous. How did he get into Cosmo's rager?

"How do you know Cosmo?" I blurted out without thinking.

He chuckled at my dumb blonde comment. "Same old Rosie… Cosmo's my cousin. He invited me to stay with him over the summer so I can learn photography. Your turn."

"He's my legal guardian, and the CEO of the agency I model for."

"What happened to your dad?" Cody asked, making my eyes water up.

"He died. In a plane crash, about a week ago. Cosmo offered to 'adopt' me until I am eighteen so I could still model and stuff."

I couldn't believe after all this time, I could still just open up to Cody like that.

"Come here. I'm sorry." He pulled me into a hug. He smelt good. Like a mix of Axe and… something I couldn't place.

"Don't worry about it. Besides I should be apologizing to you."

"For what?" He seemed to honestly not know.

"Not keeping in touch. I just left you all alone at the hell hole school our freshman year." I did feel horribly about it. Cody and I had all these amazing plans for high school, that just didn't happen once I left.

"Rosalie. Do you honestly believe you should apologize for that? It's like you didn't saw goodbye, we said it and it was done with. We both knew we might have never talked again." I forgot how protective he was of me.

"I really missed you." I told him truthfully.

"I missed you too." It was silent for a moment, and our faces began moving closer towards each other, slowly but surely. Once they were almost touching, I couldn't believe what we were doing. But I didn't pull back, I let it happen.

Unfortunately, Cosmo didn't let it happen. He came and opened up my car door and pulled me out.

"What do you think you're doing, Rose?! Making out with some drunk loser at a party?!" Oh if only he knew…

"Cosmo! What the hell man?!" Cody yelled.

"Cody?!?!???!" Okay, so apparently a drunk loser is better than my best friend and his cousin? Man the modeling business is whacked.

"Cody. Please go back to the party so I can speak to Rose." Cody walked into the house, and once Cosmo's back was turned, he mouthed 'meet me in the attic when you're done' I'd have to find the attic first, but I would definitely meet him.

"Rosalie. Why would you kiss some loser you don't even know?" Cosmo asked me on a more serious note.

"First, Cody isn't a loser. Second, he was my best friend before I became a model, so I know him better than you think. Third, it's none of your business, so butt out." And with that I walked out to find the attic.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it, and if you did, or didnt please tell me in YOUR REVIEW!!! LOL