Me: YES!! I own twilight whoop whoop!
*victory dance*

Jasper: Im so sorry but…you don't…hehe

Me: WHAT?!?! Wait…yes…I dooo……please?

Jasper: Nope. You do NOT own twilight my friend. And you do NOT own me.

Its pretty simple. I don't own it. Nor do I own Paramore. It's the sad truth :(

Chapters are Bella POV unless I state otherwise. Enjoy!

The Not So Great Escape

I walked down the halls of oh-so boring Forks High school contemplating life. Sure I had only one true friend--who I love dearly--and live in the most miserable town possible, with my oh-so boring Dad, Charlie.

But really, I had a pretty good life. I walked past the music room, my sanctuary, and looked into the big mirror. My long dark hair swung loosely by my waist, could see faint purple lines under my eyes from lack of sleep, and then my dull brown eyes. Sometimes I wonder why I was born with Charlie's genes and not Mums.

My mum, Renee, died two years ago in sophomore year when I was 15. That was how I met my best friend, Sarah Winbate, who I nicknamed Spider. Her cousin was getting buried at the same cemetery and I guess we just bumped into each other and cried to each other.

"Hey Smells, whatcha' doing there?" I jumped. Speak of the devil and she shall appear I thought to myself.

"Hey Spider. Oh you know…just checking out my gorgeous body because you know…I'm so lyke…lyke you know? Lyke perfect right?"

I joked with her.

"Yeah, yeah…whatever you wanna think sweetheart" wink "So Barbie, listen up…Tom…You know Tom in my English class, 4th period, right?"

Of course I knew Tom. She only droned on about him every freaking minute.

I gave her a look,

"Right… well, he's hosting a party tonight at his…so of course when he invited us I said yes…cause you know? Who would wannamissapartyatTomshouse right?"

(AN 'Who would wanna miss a party at Toms house right?')

"Yes who would possibly want to miss out on such a fabulous event? I'm sure we can all chug down a few beers or two and party" If you hadn't figured already, but I hate parties. Especially senior year ones. So you can realise how thrilled I was to learn about tonight's awesome party…

Four hours later I'm sitting at Tom's fantastical party on the beer (or vomit…I'm not really to sure…) stained loveseat, watching my best friend grinding her drunk arse against one of the freshman's. Suddenly a whispery voice sounded to my right,

"Hey baby, what are you doing over…over here? All alone?" Mike Newton slurred in my ear, his breath smelt like whiskey, vodka and lemon.

Oh Mike, haven't you learned not to mix your drinks yet? Mike was…fascinated by me I guess. If you count following me every year since Junior year of middle school, trying to sit next to me in all my classes, and chatting me up at every chance. Too bad he has no chance.

"Avoiding you." I answered simply. It was partly true. Although I should of known no matter where I hide, he will find me. I chuckled to myself at how scary movie passé that sounded.

"Yeh? Well I'm here now baby, you don't need to miss me anymore." He mumbled before passing out on my lap.
I not-so gently rolled him off my lap and onto the carpet and went outside to search for some air that wasn't polluted with the stench of vomit, beer, and skanks.

I saw a little gazebo swing a few feet away and went to go sit down. I walked around to the front and quickly turned around,

"Sorry, I didn't know this was… err, occupied. Sorry" I mumbled before shutting my eyes and turning away from the couple making out on the bench and walking t the kitchen

Well, looks like I'm just going to have to suck it up for a matter of hours, and deal with being stuck in this little celebration of who knows what. I walked up to the fridge and grabbed a Raspberry Vodka Cruiser. I guess I may as well try having a good time.

Trying to erase the image of Edward Cullen and his newest pet bird practically dry humping each other out of my head, I took one sip and found a free seat to wait on. Just a matter of hours that's all…

I had finally successfully convinced Sarah it was time to leave- No matter how much this party is rocking, we still have a music audition tomorrow and there is no chance of getting a vocal part if our (Spider's) voices are all crackly and sore from a hangover after sculling god knows how many bourbon shots- and we were making our way over to my baby. My Dad had bought me a 1971 Holden Kingswood for my 16th birthday. It was my pride and joy lately, and I would have to spend hours tomorrow cleaning out the smell of alcohol. Great.

I helped Spider into the passenger seat,

"Oh-M-G, Smelly Belly! What would I do without you hunny?! Thank you!" She slurred as I pushed her seatbelt around her and clicked it in

"Pass out on the side of the road while waiting for a taxi." I answered her question with a smirk. No matter how brain dead she was when she was drunk, I still love her,

"True fact…" She laughed at me.

I put the keys in the ignition and started the car, pulling out from the still jam-packed lawn and turned onto the highway. I looked over at Spider, she was singing excitedly to the song on the radio. Even though there were no words being sung at the moment.

"You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.
Ignorance is your new best friend!"

I joined her on the last chorus, laughing and shouting our way through the words. This is the side of Drunk Spider I like. The fun, careless, free side.

She started laughing hysterically then. Like, snorting screaming laughs. I looked over at her,

"What?! Spider what's up?! I'm not THAT bad singer, I know that myself." I pouted.

I pulled up at the traffic lights waiting for the light to go green, still asking Spider to tell me what was so funny

"It's just…hahaha…just…you-you are beautiful Bella…I love you. You're my best friend ever!" She sobered up her laughing to tell me this. Whether she was still drunk or not, I had tears in my eyes. She started crying then.

"Spider? Sarah? What's wrong bub? I love you too, you know that," I looked up at the light. Still red.

"I…I don't know. I just wanted to cry. Now go! Hurry up before the light turns red again."

I looked up, sure enough she was right-the light was green. I put the gearstick into Drive and accelerated forward.

Suddenly I was distracted by loud, booming music coming from Spiders' side of the door. Except the music wasn't coming from Spider. I looked out her window only to be blinded by bright headlights

"OW! SHIT!!" I screamed. I fumbled with the acceleration pedal, and only then noticed the little red light was flashing on the dashboard

"SHIT!! OH FUCK!" I screamed in panic. This could not be happening. Then everything happened in slow motion like in the movies. Only this was certainly was no movie. I looked across at Sarah, staring back at me with tears streaming her face. I then didn't see much for the tears blurring my vision. We were going to die. The car was still speeding along the intersection, not seeing us in the middle of the road yet. The driver was obviously drunk-why else would someone run a red light at this time of night.

Next thing I heard was a horn blaring, screams coming from both vehicles, and a loud crunching noise. After that I felt something extremely hard coming in contact with my body and being turned around and around over again and again until finally feeling nothing.

There were faint sirens in the background and the next thing I remember was being loaded into an ambulance and driving off. My body ached everywhere. The bain was unbearable. But I didn't have the strength in me to scream out.

Why couldn't they just kill me now, instead of just waiting?! I yelled inside my head.

Then everything went black.

Oohh there it is. :( the big crash that changes everything.

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