BPOV
"Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy," some one sings… Rosalie.
"Hey, what up girl?" Emmett joins in. How did they get in my house, let alone my bed room?
"Put my glasses on, I'm out the door – I'm gonna hit this city," Rose keeps singing; now she's bouncing on my bed. I don't think Emmett is though; I hope not.
"Lets go," Emmett says… or 'sing-talks'.
"Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack. Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowing up our phones, phones," Rose keeps singing. I really hate this song. No offense to Kesha; I liked it for like a week but then I kept hearing it over, and over, and over, and over again.
"STOP!" I yell. Rose stops jumping and sits on me instead. That's not what I meant!
"Drop-toping, playing our favorite cd's. Pulling up to the parties. Trying to get a little bit tipsy… Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, Imma fight. Til we see the sunlight. Tick tock, on the clock. But the party don't stop no. Woah-oh oh oh.
Woah-oh oh oh. Ain't got a care in the world but got plenty of beer… HEY!" Rose keeps singing, until I grab her off me and pin her down; this time, she's the one being sat on.
"I told you, to stop," I growl.
"Awe, Bella, I thought you liked being serenaded every morning," my friend insists. I glare at her and she chuckles. I look at my alarm clock and gasp. It's my first day of freedom. We've graduated from high school and don't need to go anymore starting today and they wake me up at 8 AM anyways?
"Bitch," I hiss at Rosalie. I feel large arms wrap around my waist and pull me off of Rosalie.
"Oh come on, Bella, it's not Rosie's fault. We're on a mission from Alice," Emmett says.
"Should've guessed Alice was behind this," I say.
"She wants you to come over today. She has a lot planned," Rose says as she stands up and walks over to my closet.
"Eh hem! I can dress myself!" I say, untangling myself from Emmett.
"Okay, okay, just wear the leather jacket and let me do your hair," she says before she pulls Emmett out so I can take a shower in privacy.
I walk into my ensuite and look in the mirror. My eyes aren't red this morning. That doesn't mean that the nightmares didn't come last night. It just means that they didn't keep me awake.
I strip out of my pajamas and turn the water on as hot as I can and step in. I stand there for awhile, just letting the steam build up and the water sting my skin. Then I actually start washing my hair and body. As I do so I think about the nightmares. My therapist says I should reflect upon them when I'm alone and calm. What better place to do that than in the shower?
Last night I had been running. Police sirens in the distance, high pitched buzzing in my ears. I got to my old house, the one I had lived in, in Arizona, and opened the front door. When I went inside it wasn't my house. I had stepped onto a baseball field. My step father, mother and their daughter, my half sister, stood on the pitcher's mound and jeered at me. Faceless people in the crowds screamed words like 'freak', 'shame' and 'criminal'. I put my hands over my ears, but I could still hear them… still hear them.
"Bella!" Rosalie shouts, pounding on the bathroom door. My eyes snap open and I look around myself. I'm sitting on the shower floor, hands over my ears. I think I had been rocking back and forth. I hear a jingling, a click and the door opens.
"Oh Bella," Rose says, opening the shower curtain and seeing me. She shuts the water off and helps me up. Then she wraps a towel around me and lets me cling to her. She may not understand what I'm going through exactly, but at least she knows and is here for me.
"Come on, let's get you dressed," she says, walking me out into my room and sitting me on my bed. I stare at her as she rummages through my closet and pulls out some things for me to choose from.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Rose asks fifteen minutes later after I've dressed and am back in the bathroom for her to do my hair.
"I don't know," I say.
"You don't have to," she says. I take a deep breath and tell her about the nightmare. It's not as bad as ones that I've had in the past. But it's still not any where close to a normal, peaceful dream.
"What do you think it means?" Rose asks.
"Probably that I'm still thinking about what those people thought of me after it happened, how my mom basically abandoned me and replaced me and my dad," I say, looking down at my finger nails. Rosalie stays quiet, probably trying to digest what I've said.
I moved here two years ago, at the beginning of junior year. I met Alice and she was quick to introduce me to Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper. They were all so amazing and kind. At first, when they asked why I moved to Forks I didn't tell them. It was a touchy subject. Eventually, my therapist told me that I should open up to them. So I did, and they've been accepting and supporting.
"There!" Rosalie exclaims, putting down the curling iron, "Perfect sex hair!"
"Rosalie!" I blush and hit her shoulder. I do have to admit it looks good though.
"Come on, Alice is going to bitch if we're late."
"Mind if I take the bike?"
"Now that sounds like the Bella I know; go, run to him you little sex kitten!"
I roll my eyes at Rosalie's mocking and run downstairs. I grab the essentials; keys, wallet, sunglasses, gum, jacket, helmet.
"Taking Damon, I see," Emmett says, walking over from the kitchen, a blueberry muffin in his hands.
"Mm hmm," I say, trying not to moan at the mention of Damon, my red, Honda VFR motorcycle; named after the dream boat himself, Damon Salvatore. Okay, so technically it's named after Ian Somerhalder, but Emmett and Jasper said I couldn't name a bike like mine Ian.
"When will you let me ride it?" he asked.
"When I die," I say. I'm very protective of my bike. I bought it with the 'pity money' my mom sends me every week so as to not seem like a completely terrible parent.
"Haha," Emmett says.
"Come one, guys, we gotta go," Rosalie says, pushing us out the door. That reminds me of something else I had wanted to know.
"How did you guys get in my house?" I ask.
"Rosie picked the lock," Emmett says. That wouldn't surprise me. Rosalie was an excellent lock pick as demonstrated by her ability to break into my bathroom earlier.
"Shut up, Emmett," Rosalie says. "No, your dad was leaving for work when we got here, so he let us in."
"That makes sense," I say. I open the garage and grin at my bike.
"Hey, Damon, want to go for a ride?" I ask, running my hand along the seat.
"You're creepy," Rose says before she and Emmett walk off to his jeep. "See you at Alice's house!"
"Alright!" I yell back as Emmett starts his car and drives away. I look back at my bike and sigh contently. I zip my leather jacket up and make sure my things are zipped away inside my pockets. Then I pile up my hair and stuff my helmet on. If I get helmet hair, it wouldn't matter much because Alice could fix it in the blink of an eye.
I straddle Damon and try not to think dirty thoughts about a certain Salvatore as I insert my key and start him up. I drive out the driveway and toward Alice's house. On an impulse, I decide to take the long way. It's sunny out today, a nice change from the constant cover of clouds.
Suddenly a silver Volvo pulls out in front of me. I stop a fast as I can, but still manage to hit the front end of the car ever so slightly. I shake my head and close my mouth because I've realized it is open in shock. I turn off Damon and get off and take a step back to inspect everything. I shake my arms and legs individually, checking to make sure I'm fine. Then I go back to check my bike. By then the owner of the damn Volvo has gotten out of his car.
"What the hell is your problem?" he asks, walking over. I hit near the front tire on the passenger side. So I get a chance to look at him while he walks over. He seems well off. Rich kid, I think.
"My problem?" I screech. Then I realize that he probably can hardly hear me because I still have my helmet on. I pull it off, frustrated.
"My problem?" I ask again, for a moment he seems surprised; only for a moment.
"Yes, your problem! Didn't you see me coming? You have brakes you know!"
"I'm not the one who didn't stop at that stop sign!"
"What stop sign?" he asks, and I smugly point to the stop sign that he was supposed to stop at but didn't.
"Oh… well I'm new around here, I didn't see it."
"Yeah, well you could have caused a bigger accident than you did and I think my tire needs to be fixed now."
"Well, my car needs to be looked at."
"There's not a scratch on your stupid Volvo!"
"And nothing is wrong with your bike!"
"Argh!" I throw my hands up and put my helmet back on, not even bothering tucking up my hair. I get on my bike and throw up the visor of my helmet.
"Learn how to drive, jerk," I say before backing up and driving away. Great, the arrogant bastard got me pissed off. I drive the rest of the way to Alice's house, not even enjoying it. Instead I'm fuming. When I get there I park and rush inside.
"You're late, Bella!" Alice says, meeting me at the door and taking my helmet.
"I got in an accident," I growl, stalking toward the kitchen where I know our friends will be.
"Oh no, is the bike okay?" Jasper asks. Rosalie punches him on the arm.
"Ow, stupid sister," Jasper mutters. I smile, Rose and Jasper are twins and even though they act like they can't tolerate each other at all, they love each other.
"So anyways, what happened?" Alice asks, pouring me a glass of iced tea.
"Some idiot didn't see a stop sign and caused me to hit him. It wasn't drastic and there wasn't even damage, but he was an asshole about it."
"That sucks," Alice says.
"People are stupid," Emmett says, we all look at him with raised eye brows.
"What?" he asks, Rosalie laughs and kisses his cheek.
"Got any Starburst?" I ask Alice.
"Obviously," she says, walking to her pantry. "I wouldn't not have them if I knew you were coming over."
I grab the bag and pluck out an orange one. I stick the whole thing in my mouth, wrapper and all.
"It weirds me out when you do that," Jasper says, everyone's watching me. I shrug and maneuver the Starburst in my mouth, until I've unwrapped the whole thing. I pull out the wrapper and Emmett claps.
"How the hell do you manage to do that?" he asks.
"It's all in the tongue," I say. I like tongues, they fascinate me. No, I don't do weird things with my tongue, like pierce it or get the tip slit in two. Nor do I eat tongues. It's just a very important muscle in the body that I've always liked for some odd reason.
"It's still weird," Jasper says, as I finish chewing the orange Starburst and swallow it and begin the process all over again with a cherry flavored one.
"You're just jealous, Jazz," says Rosalie.
"Whatever," Jasper says, smiling and ruffling Rose's hair. She glares at him for a moment and then smiles. A few minutes later and I hear Alice's front door open. Alice squeals and runs off to greet whoever it must be.
"Her cousin is visiting," Emmett says, answering my questioning look.
"Come in, come in, everyone's in the kitchen," I hear Alice say.
"Sorry I'm so late, Ali, I had a little delay," her cousin says. I hear them walking toward the kitchen.
"Really? What happened?"
"I was in an accident with a crazy lady who tried to pin the blame on me."
"That's horrible," Alice says. "Hey guys, this is my cousin, Edward."
"Hey," Jasper says. I reach into the bag for another Starburst.
"Edward, this is Emmett, Rosalie, my boyfriend Jasper and Bella," Alice says, upon hearing my name I suppose I should turn around and say hello to this newcomer.
So I turn around and who do I see? The arrogant Volvo driving jerk. My mouth drops in shock, and his expression seems to mirror my own.
"You," he says, recovering first.
"You," I retort, not thinking of anything clever.
"You… guys know each other?" Alice asks.
"Alice, let me introduce you to the asshole that caused me to get in an accident," I say, glaring at Edward.
"Alice, this is the crazy bitch I was talking about who is blaming me for the accident," Edward says. I hear booming laughter from behind me.
"This is going to be an interesting summer," Emmett says.
Feedback time! Did you guys like it? I'm going to continue, but it might be awhile. So, in the meantime let me know what you thought. Twilight, Starbursts and Honda VFR motorcycles are not mine. Neither is Damon Salvatore/Ian Somerhalder (sadly). Thanks for reading.
~EM~
p.s. I can unwrap a Starburst in my mouth. I dare you guys to try… just don't choke on a wrapper or anything.