Dear diary,

Erm, wow…

And a half…

I'll start from the beginning. Of what was possibly the maddest weekend of my LIFE! Well on Friday, mom picked us up from school in our red jag (hey, remember the rich relatives? Well, technically my mom IS one of my relatives!) Causing loads of envious stares.

Oh and dear Jessica remarking loudly that her car was "soooo much less trashier than that, and probably twice as expensive" Rosalie glared at her. If looks could kill, Jessica would've been pushing daisies. That is, until her friend Mia (dumbest blonde in the SCHOOL) remarked

"Jess, you don't have a car. Your dad drives you around in a Chevy truck"

Hilarious! Hi-freaking-larious! Jessica went bright red as everyone in the parking lot fell about in hysterics. Apart from Mia, who stood there going "huh?"

We climbed in the car in a kind of giggly, girly bubble, and mom sped off.

We got to my house and Angela said

"So, Alice being the rich-bitch of the pack, has arranged for her "daddy's chauffer to drop off our suitcases!" The last sentence was very high pitched and girly.

"HEY!" yelled Alice shrilly "I can't help being…well off, and anyway! Have you seen this place? I am so not the richest anymore!"

We all just nodded patronisingly and walked inside.

Okay, there's something about my house I should probably mention.

It's… well, it's…. how do I say this non-big-headedly? Ok, I'll take the devil by the whatsit (oo-er*!)

It's freaking enormous. We have 9 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a pool, a games room, a cinema room, a Jacuzzi on the roof, 2 kitchens, a pantry, a lounge, a living room, a study and a …ballroom.

Yes! A ballroom! How embarrassing is that? Mom used to be a "stylist to the stars" and is now a decorator for rich people.

She saw this house, which was a Victorian mansion, but was totally old and a wreck, and redecorated it. She was going to sell it, but fell in love with it, so we moved in instead!

I have my own floor where one of the kitchens (a very small one, to be fair), the games room, the cinema room, 2 bathrooms, one of them en suite, my room, a guest room, a room I call the lounge. It's like a chill-out room with mood lighting and walls of bookshelves. And one of the flights of stairs leading to the Jacuzzi.

Ok, embarrassing bragging over.

So, we all piled into the cinema room, which was basically…a cinema. But with less seats. I called Marie, the French maid (who actually wears a French maid outfit! But without fishnets.)

"Marie, please can you bring up some ice cream and sweets and snacks and stuff?"

"Mais oui, mademoiselle. One moment pliss"

She was upstairs in literally less than 60 seconds, carrying a tray laden with junk food.

We thanked her in our terrible French and she left.

"Was that a dress up outfit she was wearing?" giggled Rosalie

"Nope, that's her work outfit. She likes it." I shrugged and we settled down to watch "mean girls", followed by "white chicks"

Afterwards, Alice's chauffer dropped off the suitcases and they were not small.

"You guys do know you're not moving in right?" I asked uncertainly.

"Oh didgeridoos! (didgeridoos?) We didn't tell her!" Alice cried, dramatically slapping her hand to her forehead.

"Tell me what" I asked uncertainly, more than a little frightened by this point.

They then explained that at each sleepover, they called their boyfriends and a photographer and put together a fashion show, which Angela's boyfriend Ben then airbrushed and made into a portfolio.

"It's really fun!" Angela gushed excitedly. I, being the idiot I am, didn't ask about the photographer bit, and ignored the furtive glances they were giving me and one another.

We heard the doorbell go a little while later, and Rosalie dashed down two flights of stairs to greet the boys. After five minutes she rushed back up, saying they were setting up the equipment, which they'd decided to do in the ballroom.

And that they'd brought trunks, so was it ok if afterwards, we all went in the pool. They didn't know about the Jacuzzi yet, so I thought I surprise them. We all decided on which outfits to wear (I won't say what they wear every time, but I'll put their outfit links on my profile after the next chapter)

I walked carefully down two flights of stairs to see if they were ready. One boy was bending down under the tripod adjusting something, whilst Ben, Emmet and jasper stood at the computer checking something.

"Umm…hi" they spun around and mumbled a sheepish "hi" at me.

I indicated to the boy bending down (well, getting up and slowly turning around by now)

"Who's…?"

I was stunned. There in front of me, was Him.

Him. The him I wanted it to be the least

Edward Cullen.

Edward.

Fucking.

Cullen.

Ooohh! Cliffhanger (kind of) just a FEW more reviews? Even just " good" or "crappy" or "99 calorie 2% fat strawberry flavoured yoghurt"

Love ya's!

xlu