OK sorry sorry sorry I didn't update yesterday but I had to go to church and all so yeah but I hope you like it! Thanks for all the reviews I don't own Twilight Stephenie Meyer does so enjoy the chapter!!!!!

BPOV

I sighed and gave up on trying to finish unpacking- it very clearly wasn't going to happen. Emmett was still hollering downstairs. It seemed that he had tried to come in the doorway with all of his bags-and the doorway didn't quite agree.

I couldn't blame the doorway really- Emmett was huge even without a dozen bags.

Maybe he needed help I realized. I considered going down to help him. It would be the "right thing" to do and I think I still owed him for getting Tommy to leave me alone.

I sighed again as my conscious won out and I trudged down the stairs. I wasn't sure why I was doing this, I couldn't even talk to people let alone ask questions, I kept walking though.

Esme was already there probably introducing herself. Then she turned towards me-she must have saw me-or maybe heard me since I had stumbled again.

"Bella will help you" she said. I clearly had missed part of the conversation. "Won't you dear?" she asked to me this time.

"Sure" I said nodding. Emmet smiled and tossed a bag to me. A big and very heavy bag I might add. It knocked the wind out of me but I managed to stay standing.

He grabbed a few more bags and then led me by the handle on the bag I was carrying (I felt like I was on a leash). It was strange that he was leading me since I knew where we were going- but then again I couldn't see so it made sense. Hmmm I didn't know jocks could make sense………. Interesting.

Empov

"Stupid doorway I was still mumbling even after that girl had finished helping me with the bags and left. It irritated me beyond belief.

It sounded stupid but to me it was a sign of weakness- like a lot of things I did. Big words for a jock I know. But here's one that isn't big four letters in fact- best. That's what I always had to be-the best. Well not at everything like school I didn't care about but things like sports I had to be to be the best at. I was deathly competitive.

In the second grade the teacher had sent home a note recommending counseling because I had tackled a girl for being ahead of me in the line.

The counseling hadn't gone too good. Though in a way it helped. I didn't go around tackling people in school anymore but I was still competitive. I just didn't let it show was all. I held it back, kept it hidden behind jokes and obnoxiousness. But inside it still ate at me.

I walked to one of my bag and rummaged through the junk inside until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the small jar of pills and popped two into my mouth-no one could be the best without help.

RPOV

Freaks I repeated to myself as I walked into my new.. Room. Ugh I couldn't accept that. Not anytime soon at least.

I looked at myself in the mirror disgusted. Man I was fat. I hated the way I looked, absolutely despised it. Everyone thought I was perfect or something but I wasn't I really truly hated myself at times.

I'd been doing good today nothing for breakfast or lunch then I got home so upset and right in the cabinet was ½ a bag or pretzels….

Stupid pretzels I thought bitterly. But I could fix that I thought walking into the bathroom. I had learned how to undo mistakes.

BPOV

I was laying on my bed with my ipod on trying to conjure up some tears. None came still. That was strange it had never happened before tears usually came so naturally especially when I was mad. I usually had to fight tooth and nail to keep them back and now they decide they don't want to come? Stupid tears. I thought.

I nearly jumped when I felt a tap on my foot. I sat up and at the end of the bed stood Rosalie. She looked worse than before, she looked sick now. I was debating on whether or not to ask her if she was alright when she said.

"I'm holding a meeting downstairs-two minutes" she said. O you are ,are you? I thought well that's just great good luck telling that to Alice. As if she read my mind she turned around and said.

"Oh and could you tell Alice?" I would have said no but she had already left. I sighed this wasn't going to be pretty.

As I suspected Alice wasn't thrilled. Though she didn't break anything- which succeeded my expectation. "Oh the queen wants a court with us does she?" Alice asked in a fake British accent." How marvelous how spectacular excuse me while I gag!" she said rolling her eyes.

"Maybe it's a good thing" I said quietly "Maybe she wants us to learn to cooperate with each other you know get along despite our differences".

"Great idea" Alice said clearly sarcastic "If only she knew the meaning of half those words!" she said in a falsely delighted voice. I rolled my eyes.

I was wrong, dead wrong. I knew I was the moment Rosalie started talking.

"Ok first of all I don't want anyone at school to know about this" were the first words out of her mouth. And it went downhill from there.

"Ok so just because we're "living together" she surrounded the words with air quotes. "Doesn't mean we are going to be in any way ,shape or form friends, there will be no talking to me inside of school and don't expect to talk to me much here either kapeesh?" We all stared at her for a long moment.

Then Alice burst out "Who do you think you are? Ok you may be "in charge of the school but sweetie you are not in charge of me" Alice said jumping to her feet.

"Chic fight!" Emmett yelled leaning forward eagerly. Alice turned to him looking as though she might slap him before she got to Rosalie.

"Rosalie you have some serious problems our parents just died and all you can think about is your freaking social status? You materialist, self centered Barbie!" then she ran from the room and up the stairs. I shook my head and looked at Rosalie.

"What?!" she asked incuriously. I looked at her for a long moment shook my head then looked up as the door opened and a beautiful blonde man with blue eyes walked in. He looked shocked for a moment then something seemed to hit him and he smiled.

"Hello I'm Dr. Cullen" he said shaking each of our hands. "I thought their were six Esme I th-"

" She's upstairs" Edward cut in. The man looked relieved instantly that they hadn't lost a charge already and then smiled at us. No one seemed to know what to say but we were saved by Esme walking in.

She smiled. "So what do you guys want for dinner?" she asked smiling it faltered though when she saw that Alice was missing. "Where did-"

Emmett started to answer but an ominous sound of hangers crashing together cut him off. We all decided it was best not to ask.

"Ok so dinner" Esme said trying to change the subject.

"I'm not hungry" Rosalie said walking up the stairs.

"I'm gonna go check on Alice" I murmured walking up the stairs. When I reached her room she was at her sewing machine sewing furiously. She was sewing large black patches with "FoB" ,"PatD", and "BLG" in white letters with lime green thread to what looked like a pink Areopostale t-shirt (hmmm that was a very un-Alicely shirt).

"That yours?" I asked cautiously.

She snorted "No Bella of course it isn't" then with a slightly evil and twisted laugh she added "It's Rosalie's" I gaped at her. Then looked at the patches again.

"What's up with the initials?" I asked.

Once again she snorted "They're not initials Bella they're band abbreviations - Fall out Boy, Panic at the Disco and Boys Like Girls- I love them and Rosalie hates them so it serves it's purpose well" she said sewing down the edges of the "FoB" patch. I nodded a little bewildered. Rosalie wasn't going to be happy.

Epov

I sighed as Bella disappeared up the stairs too. Esme looked a little hurt but completely calm still. She smiled again and turned to us.

"So are you guys hungry?" she asked it in a way that told me we were at perfect liberty to say no but we couldn't do that to her, none of us had that little a heart. So we nodded and she smiled- a real smile now.

She motioned for us to follow her into the kitchen we looked at each other and then jumped up and hurried after her. The kitchen should have been in a hotel, or a restaurant maybe but not in a kitchen that until today had only fed two people. It was huge and very professional looking. Esme hurried over to the huge fridge and threw open the doors and then the cabinet.

"Whatever you want I can make anything- and if I can't Carlisle can, or if you want Chinese or pizza we can order it." she added quickly. We were all just staring like idiots.

Esme looked happy about this. I think I could learn to like this woman. We decided on Italian and pretty soon Esme had garlic bread and pasta on the huge(of course) table, when we heard Rosalie screaming "Alice what did you do!?" . Esme looked alarmed but we just shook our heads.

BPOV

That weekend we avoided each other mostly locking ourselves in our rooms however Monday morning came and it was…. Eventful shall we say? Because Mondays meant alarms.

I don't care what ya think as long as it's about me the best of us can find happiness in misery!!!

Came from Alice's room. And then from Rosalie's

"Alice turn that crap off!!!!!!!"

"Nope"

"Fine" there was a beeping as Rosalie went through her phone and then

"Them apple bottom jeans and the boots wit da fur!"

A scream of agony came from Alice's room "No turn it off!".

Emmett started laughing down the hall "I wanna play!" he hollered.

"Show off that body you got, You got the dance ,glow so hot"

"Emmett turn it off" Jasper begged.

"Oh I got something for you Jazzy" Emmett said laughing.

"Don't call me-" but he was drowned out

" I'm an emo kid nonconforming as can be, you'd be nonconforming too if you looked just like me"

"I am punk Emmett there is a difference!" I turned over trying to ignore them it wasn't working they were pretty loud.

"Alice turn it off it's terrible!"

"Fall out boy are geniuses however Flo rida is a state with a space in the middle!" Alice said turning it up.

"Emmett I am not emo turn it off"

"I must be emo, I don't jump around when in go to shows I must be emo"

"Ok my turn" Edward hollered I was starting to feel sorry for Esme and Carlisle, but my thought were interrupted when I heard the song.

"I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain"

"I love this song" I yelled over everyone else.

"I know right?" Edward shouted. I smiled then shook my head for a second I had almost been getting along with Edward Masen. I climbed out of bed. Time to get started.

To all of our surprises none of us did mention our new living arrangement or the fact that our parents died. I sat next to Edward in science as if it were any other day, we all paid the perfect amount of indifference to each other and acted as though nothing were wrong. At home things were much the same thing, we all just tried to act like the others weren't there but that wasn't always so easy.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter doing my homework. When Edward cam in he went to the fridge and began digging around. I tried to ignore him but he was making a lot of noise and it wasn't easy to tune out.

Finally disgruntled and irritated I asked.

"Are you done?" he turned and looked at me grinning.

"Oh am I bothering you and your little books?" he asked. "I'm sorry I don't understand very well" he said and for a second I almost had a heart attack-was Edward apologizing? Then he continued "You see I don't understand book, human relationships because I have real friends" he said smirking.

"O on the contraire sir you have sluts and …." I struggled for a word for Mike but failed to come up with one so I just said "Mike. Books beat sluts and Mike" I said matter-of-factly.

"Yes but at least sluts can talk "

"Not comprehensibly" I shot back. He struggled to come up with a comeback.

"Looks like they're rubbing off on you" I spat anger coursing through me. He grinned at me.

"I'd much prefer you to rub up on me" he said in a suddenly seductive purr. I glared at him chucking my trigonometry book at him. He dodged it and then picked it up and set it on the counter so that he could lean across of it and glare at me.

"Look I don't know who you think you are but I swear if you ever throw a book at me again you will be very sorry indeed" I glared back at him defiantly. I stared at him for a long moment then hissed

"Why do you think your so much better than everyone else?"

"Everyone knows that I am maybe if you talked to people and actually had friends you'd know that" he said looking me directly in the eyes and I knew he meant every word of it.

I felt the tears in the back of my eyes and grabbed my books. Then my Mountain Dew I looked at it for a second then turned to Edward and smiled before grabbing his collar and dumping it down his shirt. I cocked my head to one side and smiled as the tears started to spill over then turned and ran from the kitchen.

Epov

I was a moron and absolute moron. Bella didn't come down for dinner that night so I left a plate outside her door. I felt bad I couldn't believe I said that.

Bpov

After an hour crying and refusing to go to dinner I stuck my head out of my door wondering if I could sneak down to get something to eat. I looked down at a plate of stir fry. A peace offering.

Ok so I hope you liked it again I don't own any of the songs- I don't care belongs to Fall out Boy, Low belongs to Flo Rida, Show me the money belongs to Petey Pablo, Emo kid belongs to Adam and Andrew and She will be loved belongs to Marron 5 no copy right infringement intended. I really hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think love you guys- wild-lili