A/N: Yay! So happy to see that a lot of you are on board for this crazy journey.I kinda have a little crush on Lara's Edward...anyone else? ;)

Huge boob gropes for our beta, LexieCullen17 for working her magic on this shiz. Any mistakes left are totally my bad.

oh, yeah, and if I haven't mentioned it before, we totally don't own these guys - we just have them acting all fun like.

Now let's go see what Bella thought of Hackerward emailing her...


"Aaaaalice!" I whined, hoping she'd hear me and just come find me. I didn't want to move from my cozy spot on the couch.

"Yesssss?" Alice's voice trilled from down the hall.

Damn. She wasn't coming.

"My phone is flashing, but I don't have any voicemails or texts. I checked twice."

I kept pushing random buttons, hoping that if I pressed the right combination, the annoying blinking would stop. It didn't. Double damn. I cursed Alice for convincing me to get the fancy shmancy Blackberry instead of sticking with my trued and true Nokia. It wasn't as if I was a technophobe by any means. I had both a Facebook and a Twitter account for frick's sake; I was no Luddite. The fact of the matter was, I was just too lazy to sit and read through the stupid manual that came with the phone so I could figure out how to work all the bells and whistles. Once I figured how to receive and send calls and texts, I was good to go. But, apparently not, as the damn flashing light kept mocking me.

"Oh, yeah," Alice's shrill voice broke through my thoughts. "I set up your phone so it receives your email. It probably means you have something new in your box."

Before I could help myself, the next few words just slipped right out.

"That's what she said."

I burst into a fit of giggles at my own uncanny ability to work that line into everyday conversation. When I finally recovered from my laugh attack, I looked up to see Alice staring at me, shaking her head.

"You are such a teenage boy," she admonished, and I really couldn't do much but shrug my shoulders.

She tossed some mail at me before grabbing my phone, and punching a few buttons on it. While Alice played with the Crackberry, I rifled through my mail. Most of it was junk mail. I cursed the mail gods for allowing that crap to go through, but not the important stuff, like my bills. The last letter had the Barnard bursar's office as the return address.

Ah...spoke too soon.

It was a letter reminding me that I had a payment due for school, and I almost wished that somehow Barnard didn't have my forwarding address. Of course, the biggest bill had found its way to me. I grumbled as I mentally calculated how much I would be in debt by, but I was pleased to realized that since due to starting my part time job and the scholarship I had received, it wouldn't be too horrible this semester. I placed the bill back inside the envelope, promising myself that I would deal with it later. I peered back up at Alice, only to see her reading something on my phone.

"So, what was it?" I asked, glad to see that at least the damn thing wasn't flashing red anymore.

Instead of answering my question, Alice decided to ask me one of her own.

"Who's 'SecurityThru0bscurity'?"

"Huh?" My face scrunched up as I tried to place the name. "I have no idea who or what that is."

I held out my hand, and Alice returned the phone to me.

"Well, he...or she...seems to know you."

I read the email a few times, trying to decide just how I felt about it.

"So?" Alice squeezed in next to me on the couch and looked over my shoulder at the note. "What's the story?"

"I'm not really sure," I started, trying to figure it out myself. "So remember I told you about the mix up with my mail?"

Alice nodded, urging me to continue.

"So, I went to the old place, which still reeks like cabbage by the way, and ended up leaving a note for the new person since nobody was home. I just asked if they could drop my mail off. But, I didn't leave my email address..." I trailed off, still trying to discern how this person got a hold of it.

Alice wrinkled her nose, deep in thought, and I stared at the Blackberry screen, as if it would magically give me more answers.

"Are you sure you didn't write your email address down, Bella? You're kinda flighty like that."

I rolled my eyes at Alice, although I couldn't begrudge her thinking, since I did tend to be forgetful at times.

"No, I'm pretty sure. I used a mascara pen to write the note and didn't have much black stuff. So, I only included the essentials."

Alice stared at me in horror, as if I had just told her I wrote the note in my own blood.

"What?"

"You used your mascara to write the note. It goes on your eyelashes," she said slowly and enunciated each word like I was a three year old.

"Oh, really? Good to know. Thanks for letting me know. I was wondering why it smudged so much when I wrote a check."

Alice flicked my ear and then settled back with a huff.

"Fine. Whatever, have pale eyelashes, see what I care. Anyway, you're pretty sure you didn't leave your email address. So, how did this person get it? Did you leave it with the old apartment people. Maybe he or she got it from them?"

"No, this is my new one. Remember? When I moved out I changed it because Lauren kept emailing me to go out for coffee." I exaggerated the last word so it came out as Lauren would say it, 'caw-feeeeee.'

"Hm..." Alice continued, deep in Nancy Drew mode. "So, it's not from the apartment people. Maybe the new tenant is somebody you already know, and they're just messing with you?"

"Maybe," I said, testing out that theory in my head. "But the email address is too random. Who would have that?"

"Ooh!" Alice's eyes brightened with her newest idea. "Maybe it's some crazy, internet hacker who looked you up!"

At that, we looked at each other and broke out into a huge giggle fit. I pushed aside the mystery of the email to the back of my mind for the moment, and instead, concentrated on the latest episode of RuPaul's Drag Race that Alice had just turned on. I loved Alice and her television with eight million channels. We spent the rest of the night watching fabulous men in drag, drinking wine and eating macaroni and cheese from a box. This was what having a roommate was all about.

Before I headed to bed, I powered up my laptop. I checked my email and debated sending an email back to the new tenant in 201A, but I was still a little wary about how he got my contact info. Instead, I did what any normal American would do - I took out my annoyance in the most passive-aggressive way I could think of - Twitter. Right before crawling into bed, I typed in the little status box.

Email I just got: helpful citizen or total creepster stalker? Jury is still out...

I clicked the button to update and then shut off the computer. My head finally hit the pillow as sleep took me over. The next morning I woke up and quickly checked my email before heading off to school and saw that I had three new followers on Twitter. I had an open account because it wasn't like I was tweeting anything of the utmost secrecy anyway, so I always happened to get some spam followers now and again. The first followers was some spam person asking if I wanted to see Britney suck a big, hard...click. I deleted that one before I read any more. The next one was from a fellow Beastie's lover. I tended to get a bunch of followers because I tweeted the love for my three favorite boys pretty hard. With an twitter name like NoSleepTill718, it was no surprise when a person with the name IRockAdRock wanted to follow me. The third person was a bit of a mystery. The screen name was JavaTheHutt, but they had a locked account so I was unable to see anything besides an avatar that consisted of a black background and the phrase "There's no place like 127 0 0 1." I wasn't even going to pretend to know what that meant. I sent them a request back, so I could at least see who they were, and then shut my computer off.

Rushing to get dressed, I remembered to grab some snacks as I made my way out of the apartment, since I had work after school today. I shouted out a goodbye to Alice, wondering if she was even up. Her response let me know she was somewhat awake.

"Are you working today?" Alice called out.

"Yup," I shouted, with one foot out the door.

"Make sure to bring home some cookies this time!"

I grimaced, pissed that she still thought it was funny to joke about, even after all this time. When I'd been looking for a part time job, I thought I had hit gold when I saw that the Girl Scouts of America were hiring. I thought it would be the best job ever. I'd get to hang out with sweet little girls, doing arts and crafts and eating loads of awesome cookies. Yeah, there were no cookies. Instead, they had me working in an after school program for underprivileged middle school girls in a sketchy part of the city. Instead of the easy, breezy job I had hoped for, I was now immersed in my own after school special, but I absolutely loved every minute of. The girls were a breath of fresh air, and totally straight up honest with me. I loved them. After a few hours of helping them with math, grammar and maybe a boy problem or two, I headed back home, making a pit stop along the way.

I walked into my old apartment complex for what would hopefully be the last time. I gave a few loud knocks on my old place, but again, nobody was answering. Digging back into my purse, I pulled out a receipt to use as paper and was happy to find a writing instrument in my purse. Sure, it was a stubby crayon, but it was better than mascara. I penned another note and found a stick of Wrigley's and began chewing. After It was sufficiently sticky, I squished it against the receipt and then smashed it into the door, hoping it would stick better this time. I reread my note once more, and knew that there would be no mistaking what I was after or where to forward the mail to. Hopefully the possibly creepy stalker now residing in 201A would end up sending me my mail so I didn't have keep sticking gum to their door.


A/N: Hmm...I wonder who JavaTheHutt could be? *whistles innocently* And while we're at it, I wonder what Bella could have written in that note of hers... Perhaps Hackerward will clue us in? Or is he too busy with his box o'porn?

Tune in next time to see just what the heck happens in this plotless wonder of ours.

Oh, and while we've gone a bit fruitloopy and have updated like 3 times in a week - don't go expecting that from us all the time. We've got lives and stuff too, ya know...(okay, fine...we're prob just busy with our own boxes o'porn, but still...). We'll hopefully update at least once a week. or so. ;)