You guys are amazing and I'm having such a great time writing this story. This chapter doesn't have too much information but it is leading up to the two meeting so it needed to be written. Oh and we are back to Edward's POV so that should make some of you happy. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading.

Disclaimer…I do not own Twilight (I noticed others did this on there stories so I felt like I needed to as well).

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EPOV

Six in the morning. Six o'clock in the stinking morning. I got up at six o'clock to come to Seattle and paint?!? My sister has got to be out of her mind, and not only her but the rest of the family too.

"Come on Edward," Mom pleaded to me with her eyes, "just help out for a little while and then you can go."

"Mom I have no problem helping out but when I agreed to this I thought I would be carrying boxes not painting a whole bedroom," I hated when she looked at me like that.

"Please," Alice gave me her signature pout and I was a goner.

"Ahh fine, which room do I have to paint? And just so we all know I'm still not happy about this," I looked them both in the eyes.

"Yay," Alice jumped into my arms.

"How can you be so excited it is only eight o'clock in the morning Alice," I pushed her back and messing up her hair with my hand.

Alice straightened her hair and completely ignored my question, "Come on I'll show you which room you get to paint."

She led me down the hall to the room right across from her bedroom, the one that she would be painting. Both Alice and Mom thought it would be great for the apartment to have a homey feeling before everyone moved in; they just waited to explain this to me once we got here. I know personally I wouldn't want someone painting my room without telling me, but I've learned in the past that girls are very hard to understand, for all I know the girls will love it.

"So this room is going to be the bubble room," Alice started to walk around the room looking at each wall.

"The bubble room," was she serious.

Again she ignored me and the strange look I gave her. "The walls are going to be painted pale blue and then once that is dry I want you to paint different size bubbles of midnight blue randomly on all four walls. Do you think you can do that?" She gave me a smug smile.

"Yeah Alice I think I mastered painting circles by first grade," I started to laugh but she didn't look so happy.

"They are bubbles Edward and this is very important so pleased don't screw it up," with that she left to go paint her own room.

I followed behind her not wanting her to be mad at me on such a big day. "Ali," I walked into her room, "look I'm sorry, you know that I'm not a morning person. I will paint that room and it will have the best bubbles in the word." We both started to laugh at how crazy it all sounded.

"Thanks brother," she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug. "You know I love you for doing this and I promise to pay you back somehow."

"And I won't let you forget it," I playfully pushed her away. "Now get back to work young lady, if I'm going to be painting then so are you." She stuck her tongue out as me as I left the room, "Very mature Alice," I left the room laughing.

It didn't take as long as I thought it would to get the "pale blue" color of paint on the walls. Once that was done I had to wait for a while until I could start with the bubbles. It still made me chuckle how sensitive Alice was about calling the bubbles circles. Only my sister would get all worked up over nothing, but it was all part of her charm.

I walked around to see how everyone else was doing with the projects Alice had assigned them. Mom was currently painting the room between Alice's bedroom and the bubble room a rich red color. She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice me. I let her get back to work while I went to find the others. Alice was in the middle of painting her walls pink and when she turned around I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my mouth. I couldn't tell what had more paint on, the walls or Alice.

"Oh go to hell," she huffed and turned around to finish the wall that she was painting.

"Oh Alice, that just made my day."

"Well not all of us can be freakishly neat like yourself dear brother," she continued to paint.

I left the room laughing and soon found Dad cleaning up the painting supplies in the now lime green bathroom.

"Was painting that much fun," he looked over at me with a smile.

"When Alice is the one painting," from the look on his face I knew that he too had seen Alice. We both started laughing. "How did you get so lucky to get the smallest room to paint?"

Dad softly laughed to himself, "Because I get the lovely pleasure of setting the TV up and you and I both know how great I am with electronics." Oh yes, Dad and electronics there was nothing better then watching him attempt to set up something electronic. "But why don't we go grab some lunch for everybody. Your mom and sister are so lost in their own worlds they won't even notice we're gone." I knew I loved this man for a reason.

"That sounds great Dad." I stuck my head out of the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear and then we made our way out of the apartment.

We ended up going to the grocery store a little after eleven and picking up food there, that way whatever we didn't eat Alice could have. I'm sure she and the rest of her roommates will want to go shopping again tonight but it was a good start for her. When we got back Mom and Alice were a little disappointed that we left without telling, but as soon as they saw the grocery bags we were forgiven. Everyone eat in the dining room area talking about how the rooms were coming along while Dad started to read the owner's manual. Lunch passed too quickly and before I knew it Alice was shoving me back into the bubble room.

"If there are no bubbles then it can't be the bubble room," she placed her hands on her hips. "Now get started bubble boy," we both laughed as she turned around and went back to her room.

I was a little worried at first, not that I would let Alice know, that I was going to somehow screw this room up. I didn't know how many bubbles Alice, and more importantly the roommate that had to live her, would like. If I did too little no harm done, I can simply just paint some more. But what if I painted too many? Then I would have to paint over the ones Alice didn't want with the pale blue and that would take many coats and time. Wow, did Alice just take over my head they are just bubbles no need to get so worked up.

I was done painting the bubbles around 12:30 just in time for Alice and Mom to come in and check on how things were going. Alice had changed out of her painting clothes which made me kind of sad; it was hilarious seeing Alice covered with pink paint.

"Oh Edward," they both looked at me.

Alice was the first to come at me pulling me into a tight hug. Then Mom came next and hugged me from the side.

"I take this as a good thing," all three of us started to laugh.

"This room is beautiful," Alice said as her and Mom removed their arms from around me and started to look around the room. "Whoever picks this room is going to love is so much, thanks big bro."

"Anytime Ali," oops wrong thing to say, "on second thought I take that back. This was a one time deal." I messed up her hair and we both started to laugh. "Now that this is done and I have both of your approval I should get going over to my place."

"Do you have to go already," Alice whined.

"You have so much left to do and one of your roommates will be here soon, you won't even notice I'm gone."

She gave me a big smile, "Yeah I guess you are right, why are you even still here?" Dad must have walked in during our talk and was now laughing at us.

"Yeah, yeah whatever Alice. Just remember that if these roommates do turn out to be crazy you can always come over to my place," she gave me a big smile and one last hug.

The four of us made our way down the hall to the living room.

"Thanks for all your help today Edward, we couldn't have done it without you," Mom pulled me into a big hug. "Call me when you get to your place so I know you got there safely," I chuckled to myself, I only lived ten minutes from here but I knew she would want me to call anyway. "And remember that you can come home whenever you want and make sure to bring Alice when you do. Your father and I aren't going to know what to do without you kids," her eyes started to water up.

"Talk for yourself Esme, I know just want I'm going to be doing," Dad pulled her to his side and started to rub her back. "Anything I want," he started to laugh and Mom smiled.

"Love you too Dad," I joked with him.

"Oh you know we are going to miss you Edward," he gave me a one-armed hug with is free arm.

Once the goodbyes were all said I made my way out the apartment and down to my car. I was excited to get back to my home, I hadn't been there for a few months and it was going to be nice to be back.

True to my word I called my mom just as I was pulling into the drive-way. Alice's roommate still hadn't shown up yet and dad still hadn't figured out the TV. I hung up with her just as I walked into the front door. Our house was fairly simple, living room, kitchen/dining room, and bathroom downstairs and four bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. The basement had another living room and the washer and dryer, we didn't use the living room down there much but it was still nice to have. Simple enough but perfect for the three of us. We used the fourth bedroom as a spare room for whenever we had friends or family come and spend the night. But now looking back on it none of our family had ever come to spend the night. Jasper's family lives too far away for big visits so he only got to see them during the holidays. He seemed okay with this and never complained. Emmet's parents only lived a half an hour away but were too busy traveling to spend much time with their son. I could tell it bothered him that his parents would rather see the world then spend time with their only son. I don't know why my family hadn't spent time here, probably had something to do with me always going home.

As I carried my bags up the stairs I noticed that nothing had changed since we left. Emmet's door was still slightly open, he always forgot to close it all the way, the bathroom rug was flipped over at one of the corners, and my room was still in perfect condition. I'm not the biggest fan of change so all of these things made me feel better.

A little after one o'clock I was done making sure that everything was working properly and started a load of clothes in the washing machine when the front door busted open, "Honey I'm home." Emmet, it was no surprise to me that he was an hour late; he had a hard time being on time for anything.

I mad my way down stairs to find him already looking for food in the kitchen.

"Em, isn't the drive from you're house here only thirty minutes," he didn't even look back at me just nodded. "Then how the hell can you be hungry if the last time you ate could have been only thirty minutes ago?"

All of a sudden Emmet spun around and threw something at me. I didn't realize it was a water balloon until it made contact with my chest and broke leaving me very wet. By the time I looked back up Emmet hand his hands on his knees with tears rolling down his face from laughing so hard. Over the summer I had forgotten how much Emmet enjoyed his little pranks.

"Haha Edward," he pointed and laughed at me, "you should have seen your face it was hilarious."

"Emmet, you've been here not even ten minutes and you're already pulling this shit," I looked down at my shirt again.

"Sorry man, I just missed doing it too much this summer to wait any longer," the look on his face told me he was anything but sorry. I could never stay mad at Emmet for too long he was too much of a loveable person.

I walked over to the kitchen sink and started wringing my shirt out, "So how was your summer?"

"Eh, not that bad, got to go to Europe with my parents for a few weeks so that was cool," the tone of his voice made is sound like it wasn't "cool" but I didn't say anything about it. "How about yours?"

"It was good, didn't get to go to Europe," I flung some of the water from my shirt at him. "Mostly I just hung around home, kind of boring but nice." Emmet's eyes got a far away look for just a second and I knew he wish he could say that he hung at home with his family for the summer too.

"What times Jasper coming back?"

I gave up on trying to dry myself off and leaned against the counter, "He said sometime around two but you know how Jasper likes to be early for everything." Both of us rolled our eyes. Sometimes it amazed me that the three of us were still friends; with Jasper's constant need to be early, Emmet's ability to lose track of time, and me not worried about being late or early. We are all so different yet we fit together.

"Well as soon as he gets here we need to go get some food, I really am hungry."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Of course your Em, when aren't you hungry?" He gave me a big smile showing off his dimples. Emmet may look like a tough football player but when he gives you a real smile he looks more like a big kid. "Do you have anything you need to do or do you want to play some video games with me while we wait for Jasper?" Emmet's eyes lit up and I knew even if he did have things to do he wasn't going to turn down video games. "Let me go change me shirt and I'll meet you in the living room."

We just got to the fourth world of Super Mario Brothers Three, Emmet's favorite since everything but Mario was twice as big, when Jasper walked it.

"Hey guys," he dropped his bags off next to the door and came to join us.

I looked up at the clock noticing it was 1:50, ten minute early, and smiled. "Hey man, it is great to see you again." I turned towards him since it was Emmet's turn. "How was your summer?"

"It was good," he laughed at Emmet who grunted a hello and then went back to playing, "hung out with the family for the most part." Jasper's dad died when he was younger so that left him with just his mom and sister. They had plenty of money so they never had to worry about that but he still had a lot to worry about. I had never met either of them but I knew that Jasper felt like he had to be the man of the house and sometimes he has a hard time relaxing because of it.

"Yeah same here," Emmet's frustrated sigh got both of us to look over at him.

"World four," Jasper asked and I nodded at him. For as much as Emmet loved world four he also hated. He would start out great all smiles and laughs and after about fifteen minutes he would get frustrated and ask one of us to help.

And as if he was reading my mind, "Ed are you going to help a brother out or what," he threw me the controller.

Jasper laughed as get head towards the stairs, "My mom should be here any second so I'm going to bring this to my room," he reached down for his bag and headed up to his room.

"His mom is here?" I looked over at Emmet.

He just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess so."

We continued playing the game while Jasper unpacked his things. I still couldn't figure out why his mom was here. The only time he said she came here was to help him move in freshman year it just didn't make sense for her to come this year. Just then Jasper came back down the stairs and sat down on the far said of the couch.

"Your mom is here," sometimes I had a hard time keeping my curiosity in check so I asked.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you that my sister is starting school here?"

Oh yeah he did say something about that but I guess I forgot over the summer, "Oh yeah."

"She went to get something to eat and then I'm going to go to the airport with her. She didn't leave a lot of time between her flights, I tried to get her to stay the night but she said she had too much to do back home."

"As soon as you get back we are going grocery shopping," Emmet bounced up and down in the chair next to the couch. Jasper and I both started to laugh.

"Okay Em, no need to break the poor chair we will go shopping very soon," Jasper held his hands up palms facing out like he was talking to a man with a gun. Just then Jasper's phone went off. He looked down at it then back up to us, "Mom's here, I will see you guys after I drop her off." With that and a wave he left us and headed out the door.

Jasper was gone for about an hour and Emmet and I passed the time playing more video games. After a while we got bored of Mario and decided to play some Wii bowling. It truly was hilarious to watch someone as big as Emmet get so intense over fake bowling. As soon as Jasper was in the door Emmet jumped up and headed to the door.

"Come on guys lets go," he held the door open and motioned us with his hands. "I think I'm going to starve if I don't get food soon."

I rolled my eyes, "Alright Emmet we're coming." He showed off is dimples again as we all made our way out the door.