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"I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face light up again"

I walked through the door of my apartment with a loud clang. I was trying to carry to many things at once and almost fell through the door knocking over a picture frame on my way in. I gave a sigh setting down my bags in the living room picking up the glass on the floor. I was anything but a gracious person, most the time I tripped over my own two feet.

"You're Bella right?" A blonde haired girl asked standing over me. She looked like she belonged in a magazine, or on a runway. If I looked like her I wouldn't go to college, I wouldn't even know how to read, I'd just walk around naked all the time. That's what I would do for a living. I would be naked. Her hair fell into perfect ringlets down to her skinny waist. Her eyes popped a sea blue color, and her cheek bones defined her face in a good way. She was the kind of girl that made everyone else take a hit on their self esteem.

"Yea," I said picking up the picture. "I didn't mean to knock it over. I accidentally stumbled through the door, and my bag knocked it over," I explained lamely. She shook her head waving me off.

"I hated that picture anyways. Documenting high school life is lame," she announced taking the photo from my hands tossing it in the trash. "I'm Rosalie, everyone calls me Rose, or Rosie," she said offering her hand. I gave a smile shaking her hand. "I hope you don't mind the set up," she motioned around the living room. "Your room is the furthest one," she said lightly grabbing a bag from the floor. "Where you from?" She questioned trying to make light conversation.

"Arizona," I said without missing a beat. "What about you?" I took a notice to her perfectly tan body assuming she wasn't from around here. Unless she went to the tanning booth regularly there was no way she would get a tan like that. This city has no sun.

"New York," she said simply. "Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be really tan? You're practically a ghost," she mumbled under her breath. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear the last part of now. "Anyways I've got some house rules if you don't mind." Looks like my roommate isn't going to be one for goofing off with.

"Sure," I said dumping my cloths out on the bed.

"I have a very hot boyfriend," she said looking up and down at me. "You can be friends with him, I don't give a shit. You flirt with him and I will personally kick your ass. I grew up in a trailer park, I know how to fight," she warned. Like I was any threat at all to her and her boyfriend. Any man that had a woman that looked like her on his arm would be blind if he cheated, or even remotely considered it. "We use the scrunchie system when it comes to boys," she said motioning to the dresser that already had them on it.

"I don't know what that means," I said placing my cloths on hangers.

"Yellow scrunchie means we're only making out. Blue means, we're making out but one, or both of us may be shirtless. Red means come in at your own risk. We're probably about to, or already fucking. Black means if you even enter that door you better have a damn good reason because some serious sex is going on in here," she said with a shrug of the shoulder. "Just put black if you plan on having sex, and red any other time," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Got it," I said rummaging through my suitcase.

"Are in any art classes?" She questioned picking up a single painting I stuffed in my duffle bag.

"No. I paint because it's fun, if I did it for school, it would become work," I explained as she grabbed a thing of nails.

"You're really good. Hang them up, it'll make the place feel homey," she said almost clapping her hands together. "A few friends of mine should be here in a few. I'll introduce you," she said walking out from the bedroom. I could tell that she was at least a few years older than me. Not because she looked older, just because she had an less of an edge to her. I walked out of the bedroom seeing three other people with Rosalie.

"You're Bella," the small pixie like girl squealed jumping to her feet. "I'm Alice," she said gathering me into a hug. She seemed like the kind of girl who - in high school - was the head cheerleader, and was always overly peppy about every single situation. She seemed nice enough, but also like she could get annoying. Fast.

"Hi," I said wrapping my arms around her at a loss of what else to do.

"You want a beer?" Rosalie questioned poking her head out of the kitchen. "As long as you aren't a nark, you can take any alcohol in the fridge," she announced tossing it to me when I shook my head. She was at least a year older than me if she could legally by booze. I still had another year before I could do that.

"This is Emmett, my boyfriend," Rosalie announced wrapping her hands around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek. Emmett looked like he should be in the pro wrestler. His muscles seemed to have muscles and he looked quite dangerous.

"My brothers stopping by," Alice announced matter-of-factly. "He want's to come out with us tonight. Bella do you want to come?" She questioned sitting next to me on the couch. I shrugged my shoulder taking a swig of the beer. "By the way this is Jasper," she introduced the blonde haired boy. Like clock work we heard the doorbell ring.

"Bella," Rosalie said pointing to the door for me to get it. I walked to the door opening it up coming face to face with Edward.

A/N: What did you think? Bella ran into Edward for the second time, in one day!