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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I just found out, I still don't own Twilight and Stephanie Meyer doesn't want to give it to me :))

Chapter 1: Coffeeshop Soundtrack

EIGHT YEARS LATER

Bella

"More pepper in ziz, Mizz Zwan," said Miss Montois in her odd French accent. Miss Montois is my cooking teacher for French gourmet here in Los Angeles. She's in her late thirties, about six feet tall and really skinny. She keeps her gold-blonde hair in a neat bun and wears an apron with her name on it.

"How much pepper is in that stuff?" Angela asked. She was making her own Bolognese spaghetti. "I don't think the sauce needs too much pepper."

"I'm guessing there's already a spoonful of pepper in here. And Miss Montois doesn't seem to think so," I replied with a little frustration. I added a little more ground pepper in the sauce and mixed it in.

"Yez, ziz is perfect, Mizz Zwan," Miss Montois smiled after she tasted the sauce again. "Good good. Prozede," she left quickly.

"Finally," I sighed.

Angela giggled for a while and whispered, "Ziz iz perfect," she emulated Miss Montois' accent and even rolled the 'r' in perfect.

"Come on, students!" Miss Montois clasped her hands together. "I want you all to zink of you inzpirizion! Focuz!"

Someone stiffened a laugh from the back of the class. It was one of those this-woman-is-getting-stranger-by-the-second laughs. I tried to ignore it and breathed in, thinking of some inspiration. The bell suddenly rang and I followed Angela out of the room.

"Glad it's over," I sighed.

"Glad?" Angela laughed. "You actually looked like you were the only one trying in there." I shrugged at her. "Thinking of someone?"

I shook my head and kept walking.

"You always are," she continued. "Who?"

"Uh, no one"

"A guy," she nodded. "So you like someone; that's okay." We walked into the library. "Who?"

"He doesn't really study here," I replied.

"Oh," she sat on a table and I sat across her.

"It's nothing, Angela. Anyway, aren't we late for the next class? Come one," I walked ahead of her.

Edward

"Welcome to the school, Mr. Cullen," the woman in the front desk said as she passed me a map of the school.

"Thanks," I replied and tucked it in between my brown envelope and my white folder.

"Why are you going to study here again?" Jasper teased. He was leaning his back against the wall and Emmett was in a corner, listening to the iPod he borrowed off jasper. I rolled by eyes at Jasper.

"Don't worry; a nine-month program isn't too long."

"But you've just gone back to college, Eddie. And what about the band?" Emmett interjected. "We'll never play music again!" he sobbed.

"I'm still going to be in the band, Emmett."

"Right," Emmett rolled his eyes teasingly.

"Come on, Chef Edward," Jasper chuckled and we followed.

*o*

We rode home in Jasper's car and once we got home, Emmett suddenly sprang out of the car.

"What's he up to?"

"Beats me," Jasper replied and shut the door. "Em?"

Emmett came out of Mom and Dad's bedroom and my eyes widened. He was wearing the feathered boa Aunt Elizabeth got Mom for Christmas. Mom didn't like it because it was big, white and feathery, but because Aunt Elizabeth told her that it made her look like a pale peacock when she asked Mom to try it on. And then, Uncle Louis, Aunt Elizabeth's husband, came by and joked, "Nice new Christmas tree," to his wife. Mom didn't really find it funny but she smiled anyway.

"Dude," Jasper smirked. "Is that make-up?"

Emmett looked like he spent two seconds with Mom's lipstick and even less with her eye shadow. He had two curlers in his hair and leaned on one arm. He looked spooky, reminded me of Tanya in a way.

"Hey, Eddie," Emmett pouted with his lips. "I'm Tanya," I rolled my eyes at Emmett who looked completely gay. He suddenly erupted in laughter after flashing a camera at me.

"What's gotten into you?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Your face," Emmett hit his hands to his knees and waved his camera. "now on film!"

"I don't get it," Jasper furrowed his brows. "You look really ugly."

"Nothing!" Emmett replied. "Can't we guys just have some fun?" He forgot about the white feather boa. It was white, until Emmett accidentally wiped his makeup away with it.

"You're not very attractive," Jasper gave a weird look. "And I don't know how Mom's going to react when she sees that."

"She'll thank me now," Emmett grinned. "She never liked this peacock costume anyway. Gotta go put this in the wash!" Emmett started to skip out of the room.

"And Emmett," I called before he could leave. I tried not to laugh when Emmett turned to see me. "You messed up your mascara." Emmett's left cheek seemed like someone accidentally streaked it with black paint.

Jasper started the movie after Emmett threw himself on the bean bag chair, or as Emmett called it, Mr. Bean; and I don't really understand why.

"What movie are we watching?" I called from the kitchen. Today's a Wednesday, which is our weekly movie day.

"The Orphan," Jasper said.

"But I wanted G.I. joe," Emmett complained.

"It's Jasper's turn, Emmett. You've been picking the movies ever since last month."

"Yes, mom," Emmett replied.

The phone rang and I looked at the clock. Eleven.

"Tanya Time," Emmett sang as I walked towards the phone.

Bella

It's already five PM. I waited outside Angela's class; she should be out any minute.

"Hey," Angela said when she got out. "So, you're on your way to the dorm? To finish unpacking?"

"Actually, I thought about it and I decided I'm not going to."

"How come?"

"It'd be easier if I stayed in a loft, don't you think? I wouldn't spend too much for the rent if I shared it."

"That sounds good." She paused and said, "Have you found a place yet?" I handed her a flier which I saw earlier. There was an address to an apartment with two bedrooms.

"I'm going to call to check on it later."

"Hello?" I heard a perky voice from the other line.

"Hi," I said. "Uh, I'm calling about the flier I saw, the one for the apartment."

"Oh!" she said. "Hi, I'm Alice by the way."

"I'm Bella."

"You can come by anytime, Bella."

"Okay. See you then, Bye."

I came the next day. Alice showed me around her apartment.

"This'll be your room. My roommate, Rosalie, is probably on her way here right now." I continued to sip my coffee as Alice continued to talk about how she and Rosalie met. It turns out Alice was a fashion intern in the same company Rosalie just modeled in. Rosalie wanted a place closer to the industry, and then she met Alice who was designing a collection for her. They clicked and Rosalie moved in a few days later after finding out Alice's apartment was closer to work and that Alice had room.

The door opened and a blonde walked in. She was tall, slim; she must be Rosalie. Her hair was curled loosely and her makeup was light.

"Rose, this is Bella. Bella, Rose." She turned to Rose and said, "She called about the spare room."

"Oh," Rosalie said. "Hey, Bella. You can call me Rose. How's the apartment?"

"It's really nice. I like it; would you guys be fine if I moved in tomorrow?"

"Absolutely not," Alice chirped. "I'd love it if you move in the afternoon. We could spend the next day together."

"We'll go on our first shopping trip."

"Right," I gave a small smile. I'm not a shopaholic and I'm a little freaked out.

"Alice can be," Rose added. "A little high-spirited sometimes."

Alice ignored her and called out, "Rub?"

"Out on the lawn," Rose told her. "Ruby's her pup."

"Baby poodle," Alice said before standing.

*o*

Angela and I headed to a café after classes were over.

"So how was it?" She asked while chewing on a fry.

"It's a nice apartment. It's fifteen minutes away from school though."

"How about the people in the house?"

"They're okay. Alice, the one I spoke to yesterday is fine with dogs since she has one, too. Her flatmate, Rosalie, is pretty okay, too. They call themselves 'sisters' since they're so close."

"Sounds, great, Bella," Angela replied.

*o*

I tugged my two suitcases out the entrance door of the dorm. I was surprised to see a yellow Porsche outside. The driver rolled the window down—it was Alice, and Rose stuck her head out from the passenger seat.

"Alice? Rosalie?"

"Hi, Bella," Alice smiled. "We're here to help you move in. You know, save time."

"What Alice means is that," Rosalie amusingly said. "We're spending the day around town with you."

"Yeah. We wanna know more stuff," Alice replied while getting out of the car.

Alice and Rose drove around town the entire afternoon, after we had lunch at Macy's. Alice and Rose did a little window shopping and then we took a few pictures at the park. We sang to 1, 2, 3, 4 by Plain White T's on the radio.

"Rose? I feel like getting Starbucks right now."

"I think I do, too," Rose nodded.

So we got to Starbucks and I followed behind Rose and Alice. A tall guy was standing behind the counter. He was big; buff is a better adjective. Rose walked straight to the counter.

"This is Starbucks, where stars spend their bucks," the buff guy said while his head followed behind a brunette across the room. "How may I," he paused after taking one glance at Rose who loked impatient. He smirked, which seemed like a growl at the same time. "Coffee, tea, or me?" He raised his eyebrows. "I'm Emmett, by the way. And you are?"

"Not interested," Rosalie rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Can we just order?"

"Can I just get your number?" He mimicked Rosalie's tone. Rose started to walk away. "Wait. Okay, I'm sorry, miss."

Rosalie stopped.

"It's all on me if you like," Emmett added. "Peace offering"

Rose grinned as she turned to him.

"For you and your friends, okay?"

"Thank you, Emmett!" Alice said loudly. She shot a knowing look at Rosalie.

"Thanks," Rose told him. Emmett flashed her a smile.

Emmett seemed okay. He even made the drinks himself. He walked towards our table with our orders.

"Hey," Emmett said while giving the last drink to Rose. "Sorry about the horrible intro." He breathed. "I'm Emmett, miss?"

"Rosalie," Rose shook his hand. "And this is Alice, and Bella."

"Hi," Emmett waved his hand at us. "I guess I'll see you around," he lowered his voice and turned with his chin up. "Shoot!" he exclaimed, following more noise. We turned our heads to see Emmett's apron wet and steaming.

"Sorry, bro," the blonde holding the tray said.

"My smoothness," Emmett mourned hysterically since Rose was giggling in her seat. Alice and I exchanged amused faces.

"What'd I miss?" Jasper asked us. I noticed Alice had her chin in her palm, is she really staring at him?

"Nothing much," Alice said in a stunned tone. I gave her an obvious look. Alice mouthed, "What?"

I kept a low grin after shaking my head.

"Right. I'm Jasper by the way," Jasper said while breaking the silence. He stuck his hand out, waiting for Alice to shake it. Alice still looked entranced so I nudged her lightly. Her hand left her chin and it seemed a little shaky.

"I'm Al…" Alice stopped midsentence. Alice shut her eyes and seemed like she swallowed a pill. "I'm Alice," she said after clearing her throat.

"I'm Bella" I said and shook Jasper's hand.

"I'm Jasper, Emmett's brother." That's funny, all of a sudden, their names are familiar.. but they can't be…? Can they?

I shook the thought out of my head and turned to see Emmett taking his apron off. Rosalie was having small laughs. Jasper was helping Emmett clean up. And Alice was still, still, just looking at Jasper.

"Alice!" Rose snapped her fingers at Alice. "This place is going to overflow soon if you don't stop drooling."

Alice stuck her tongue out at Rose.

"We'll be right back!" Emmett turned his head while Jasper dragged him through the kitchen doors.

"Emmett's really in to you," I grinned at Rose.

"Yeah. But pick-up lines are so last century," Rose said while giving her tone a high pitch. "Look at what he left me." Rose lifted the tissue from the table and flipped one said to us. It read: Lost my number, can I have yours? "What an idiot," Rose enunciated.

"Someone's in denial," Alice teased.

"Haha, very funny"

"Don't give him your number though," Alice said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You just met him."

"No," Alice started to laugh. "Let him please you first. Then make him beg for it."

"Well, the blonde one's cute, too. Right, Alice?" Rosalie gave her a knowing look.

"Jasper?" Alice shrugged. "He's okay."

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