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Bella's POV

I think I had been up a whole 6 minutes when the phone started ringing. Just what I liked; a Saturday morning, 8:32, phone annoyingly ringing. Lovely. I grabbed absently at my side table dresser until I finally picked up my phone.

Jessica.

You know, I loved Jess and all, but all she did was bitch and moan. And at 8:32- now 8:33 in the morning, I really didn't feel like dealing with her man-whore problems. So I did what bitchy, morning Bella would do: threw my phone into my lounge chair and pulled my pillow over my head. Today was going to be a long day. I just knew it.

I was already having a pretty shitty week. On Monday, my laptop died, all of my photos, documents gone. Tuesday I burnt myself with coffee and was late for work, that's always nice. Thursday I find that I had been switched into a different office at work. A goddamn 11 x 11 cubicle. Friday, Angela tells me that she's moving to Florida. What is it with people and Florida. It's not even that great. It's hot and sunny, and every time you walk out the door you're in more risk of skin cancer.

And then today, my day was already starting out bad. And no I'm not over reacting over one phone call, the thing was with Jessica, she called you the whole day until you picked up. But, that's not the worst of it. She'd chew your ear off for an hour and then, somehow sucker you into hanging out with her, where she would bitch and moan some more about another boyfriend. I was surprised she wasn't pregnant already, with all the boys she slept with.

I'd always tell her that she should stop, give herself a break. And she'd reply with the same thing, always. "Bella, once you start you'll never want to stop. But you wouldn't know." And then she'd laugh at me for being a virgin.

Whatever.

I glanced at the clock again. 8:35. I wasn't the type to wake up and fall asleep again, so I reluctantly rolled out of bed and into the shower.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time I was out and dressed in what 10:30. I looked around the house, it could use a bit of straightening up. I groaned and then started with the living room.... Until my phone rang. And even though I knew it was Jessica, I answered. Not because I felt sorry or guilty, but because I really hated cleaning.

I put on my best happy/consoling voice and then flipped open the phone.

"Hey, Jess. Whats up?"

She sniffled into the phone. "Oh Bella, it's horrible! Mike broke up with me!" And by the end of her sentence, she was sobbing. I didn't even know she was dating Mike, and I told her so.

"Um.. Jess, I didn't know you were going out with him. But... that sucks. Why?"

"I told you Wednesday Bella! And I don't know, he just told me 'Jess I don't, think we'd be good together. But you're really cool, and I hope we can hang out sometime.' And we had sex three times!" she sobbed violently. "I'm giving up boys!"

I stifled my laughter, because I think I had heard that 5,663,871,652 times from Jessica. Once, sometimes even twice for every boy she was with. And believe me, tomorrow she'd be in someone else's pants.

"Bella! Are you still there!? I need comforting here! I'm coming over. I'll bring ice-cream." she rushed.

"Jess I don't need any comp--" I tried to say. But she already hung up the phone.

"UGH!" I groaned. I looked around, the place really was a mess. I knew Jessica for seven years now, and even though she wouldn't care if my place was a mess, I wasn't that kind of person. So, I took the twenty minutes it would take her to get here and cleaned up.

Clothes were scattered everywhere. By the look of it, you would've thought I was getting slammed every night. But, I was just a really careless, unorganized person. Water bottles, Pop Tart rappers and clothes. Everywhere. It wasn't that bad; a few trips to the laundry room and garbage can and I was done. Just as Jessica barged in the door... Sobbing.

"Bella, what do I do!?" she whined as she embraced me in a rib-cage shattering hug.

And I knew what she would do. What she always did. Go to the bar, get drunk, find another man; and a few days from now she'd be in the exact same position she's in today. What a lifeless loser. Not that I would tell her that.

"Bella?"

"I'm thinking!" I snapped. Jeez, give a girl a minute.

"Sorry..." she apologized sheepishly.

I was already having a shitty week, and I was about to do something I rarely ever did.

"Let's go to Tyler's tonight." Tyler's was the local neighborhood bar, where practically every skank in Seattle accumulated in. I think I had been in there once to pick up Jessica and in two minutes I was hit on by three guys; two of them missing one or more of their front teeth. Needless to say I never stepped foot in there again...until today apparently.

Jessica gave me the weirdest look, her eyes were practically bugging out of her head "You're coming!?"

"Yeah... it would appear to be that I am..." I sighed. Why not? My life was crap right now. And maybe just maybe I'd have fun. Hangin' with the bar flies. Just what I liked... psh.

"Yay! Oh my gosh Bella, you're gonna have so much fun, I just know it!" She was practically vibrating with excitement. And to think that just a few minutes ago she was sobbing over Mike. "But..." she began. Oh God, what was it now?

"What?" I asked.

"You're gonna change right? I mean... you can't go to the bar and expect to have fun in jeans and a t-shirt Bella..."

"What's wrong with jeans and a t-shirt?" I asked a little bit offended.

"Bella, if you want to pick someone up, you can't be wearing a no-cleavage-showing shirt and baggy Walmart blue jeans..."

"I'm not looking to pick someone up Jess." I was fully offended now. Couldn't someone go to a bar and not want to take someone home with them?

"Well you can't in those clothes... that's all I'm saying" she replied, her palms facing me - as if showing she was innocent in her reasoning.

"How do you know? Not every guy in the world cares about how much boobage you have sticking out of your shirt and how much ass you have hanging out of your jeans Jessica." Maybe the guys Jessica slept with... but not all guys. "And, I bet I could so get a guy," I continued.

"Okay then, we'll make a bet. You get a guy in that get-up and I'll break it to him when it's time he found out it was just a bet. Easier on you... if you can get a guy that is..." she stated condescendingly. And then she added while giggling, "but if you don't... I get to dress you up, hooker shoes and all, and I will find you a bed-buddy."

I had to think about this for a moment. "In one night Jess? Come on at least give me... two weeks?"

"Deal." she agreed.

"Deal." I finalized shaking her hand.

"I'll pick you up at 8:00 tonight?" she squealed

"Fine.." I sighed.

"I'm so happy Bella! Finally one of my best friends is coming to a bar with me! "

"Yeah..."

She left a few minutes later giving me a tight hug and squeaking "I can't wait!"

What had I done. Was I so bored with my life that I was willing to go to a bar to have "fun"? Apparently Bella....

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Through that afternoon I straightened up the rest of my house. Downstairs... Upstairs... I was tired, but I had a bet to win. It was time to bring Party Bella back to life; because I think she got left back in high school at one of the stupid truth or dare parties.. which were nothing compared to some of the parties that Jessica attended in high school. I really had become quite boring these past few years. I was 22, and probably not the most fun person to hang around with... but I had my moments.

I brushed my hair - it had sort of become a mess while in the cleaning process - and my teeth; I didn't think I'd get anywhere tonight, but I never knew. Better to be safe than sorry.

Jessica was there, promptly at eight, I had expected to get right into her car but she had different ideas.

She walked into my house with two bottles of Corona. But I wasn't really focused on the beer. I was more focused on the fact that I had to walk into a bar along side my friend wearing the shortest black, leather miniskirt I had ever seen, and a pink sequined shirt that was so low her tits were almost falling out. Her light brown hair was tied up in a loose-curl pony tail and she was wearing so much makeup she didn't even look like herself. What the hell Jess?

"Loosen up now Bella." she suggested. When I shot her a disbelieving look, she defended herself, "Hey, I'm just giving you better odds."

'Yeah beer, okay. I don't care. But, what the hell are you wearing Jess?!"

"You like?" she smiled, "I just bought it Thursday, cute eh?"

"Yeah, it'll be real cute when your tits are on the floor." I replied icily.

She smirked, "that's the plan."

"You're disgusting, whatever. Let's go.." I sighed.

"Ehem..." she said while forcing a beer at me.

"Ugh."

I didn't particularly like Corona. I was more of a Bacardi Silver Peach person. But, I drank it all the same.

"Alright now lets leave."

~*~*~*~*~*~

On the way to Tyler's, Jessica filled me in on a few people who practically lived there.

"So there's Rodney, he's the bartender on Saturdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. He's nice but, he's not so easy on the eyes. Okay in bed..."

I interrupted her, "Jessica!" I had a feeling she had most likely fucked all of the guys in that place... maybe a few girls too. Jessica, got crazy when she was drunk. I grimaced just thinking about it.

"What? Bella I'm just having fun. You should loosen up girl."

"Whatever... so who else should I know about?" I asked, not really interested.

"Carla, she's a waitress; and a total bitch. She just doesn't like me because I got to Tyler first and now I get a few free drinks a night." she stated proudly.

"Tyler.. the owner?" I asked. How could you screw someone and then see them almost every night? I'd be... embarrassed,

"Duhh. Who else would I be talking about Bells?" I hated when she treated me like I was so naive.

"I don't know, Tyler's a popular name. And shut up I don't go there."

"Now you will, once you start having fun." she retorted, raising her eyebrows suggestively. I just looked at her. She really was a whore. "What are you backing out now? Bella come on--"

"Did I say that Jess? No I'm not "backing out." I'm gonna prove you wrong this time."

"Okay then. Anyways there's Jim, he's good looking for a guy that lives with his mom, rents hotels frequently, I've been with him 2-3 times." Instead of looking at her and telling her she really was a skank, I just decided to accept it. Whatever. I nodded for her to keep going. "Allen, he's cool. Kinky...."

She kept going on about guys who were "gods between the sheets" and girls who were "stupid bi-polar bitches"; until we finally got there.

"Let's go." she squealed.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I pretty much regretted the whole bet. There were players and skanks crawling all over the place. Not a place for me. But I had a bet to win.

"Hey everyone the party girl has arrived," a man called from behind the bar. I'm guessing that was Rodney?

My suspicions were proved right when Jessica walked over to him - shaking her ass the whole way - kissed him on the cheek and purred "Hey Rodney, baby"

Disgusting.

"Hey Jess," he greeted her while putting his hand on her hip and staring at her boobs. Then he looked over to me, "Who's your friend?"

"Oh," she began, then she raised her voice to tell everyone. "Hey everyone this is my friend Bella, don't be shy, she won't bite. I mean she doesn't even know you yet."

"Jess!" I shot her a furious look. If it wasn't for this stupid bet I wouldn't even be in this dumb, run-down place.

She laughed and then continued to prance around the place greeting all of the bar-flies.

A few people were staring at me but quite honestly, I didn't know how to act. And I certainly wasn't following the behavior of Jessica.

I saw a lone-table in the corner and decided to sit there. Maybe later I would get the balls to talk to someone. Not now though. It was like culture shock to me.

About five minutes later, a man who was sitting at the bar got up and headed towards me. Great.

"Hey there... Bella is it? Could I offer to buy you a drink hun?" he asked, as if expecting me to be all over him.

"Um.. no thanks. Maybe later though?" I answered. He was a shorter guy, maybe 5'6 or so. Fake red hair. Freckles. Not my type. And he smelled like... cheap cologne. Eck.

"Alright that's fine sweetie, I'm Jim by the way." He held out his hand, and I just stared at it for a moment then finally, extended out my arm to greet him properly. Sweaty. Disgusting. And Jess said he was good looking? Yeah, right. By who's standards? She probably would've said that Steve Urkel was good looking as long as he fucked her.

Jim got up and walked back to the bar, smiling at me before he sat back down on his stool.

Creepy much?

I watched Jessica parade around playing music laps. I think she had sat on every guys lap in that place except for Rodney because he was too busy behind the bar. He'd get his chance I'm sure. There was an older guy here, he looked to be in his seventies or so... But, if he was a smoker and a drinker he could have been fifty for all I knew. By the looks of it, Tyler's wasn't a usual place for him. He sat alone - much like me and read a newspaper in the dim light.

Jessica was right about the bitches though. One of the waitresses asked me what I would like to drink and when I responded "nothing" she gave me a dirty look and practically stomped away. I guess she was low on tips. Not my problem.

Through out the night, Jim came back a few times to ask me about that drink. And finally, I accepted. I didn't even know what the hell it was. It didn't taste horrible, but it was no Peach Silver Bacardi.

I could have had Jim. He was already suggesting that we could go back to his house... But did I really want that reputation? I'm sure it didn't matter to any of the people in here, but I didn't want to come off as easy. Maybe... next time. I was disgusted just thinking about it. Stupid bet.

It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning when people slowly started trickling out of the bar. Jessica came over to me, oddly still sober...ish. At least she wasn't totally slurring her words; and she understood what I was asking her.

"Ready to leave Bells?" she asked.

I sighed, "Yeah."

She went to kiss everyone that was left goodbye and I headed out the door.

When we were in her car - me in the driver's seat - I asked her a something I was questioning all night. "God Jess, how do you stay there for hours on end? It's so boring."

She laughed, "It's not so bad, once you get to know everyone. They're like my second family Bella."

"What a family." I replied sarcastically.

"You'll learn to love them... and hate some of them too."

"If you say so..."

I dropped Jessica off at her house and I told her I'd bring her car over sometime in the afternoon.

When I got home it was 2:45am. I went to the couch and fell asleep a minute later. I wasn't used to being up this late... well this early, and I was exhausted.

___________________________________A/N_____________________________________

Sorry, pretty boring chapter. I just had to get some background and relations out in the open. Please read and review! :]

Probably another chapter tomorrow (12/4)

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