A/N: Hey there! So, I'm kind of sad. I didn't really get the feedback I was hoping for. I got a few alerts. So thank you for those! But I decided to keep on with this story. I like it a lot and that's the point of my writing. I enjoy it. If you don't, don't read it! Thank you Morgan for your help!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I just like playing around with the characters!!

Three Years Later

BPOV

"Alice Brandon! I swear, if you don't get in here and help us, I am going to chop up all your credit cards and mail them back to your father!" I screamed, blowing hair out of my face, almost dropping my side of the couch I was holding.

"Bella Swan! You do it and I'll stab you in the eyeball with a spork!" she yelled back, running into the room to grab the end of the couch I was holding to help me.

"Spork? Really Brandon?" the other person asked with a laugh.

"Yes, a spork! It'll hurt worse than a fork because it'll take longer to go in! And I don't know why you were so desperate for my help Bells, it looks like you two got it! I could be doing more meaningful things, like decorating the rest of the place while yall move the furniture in!" she giggled.

We've been living in LA for three years now, still attending USC. It is now the summer before our senior year of college and we are finally moving off campus! Alice and I, along with our other roommate, found a great rent house in a neighborhood known for college kids to live in. It's a one story house, four bedrooms, huge kitchen, big walk-in closets (that Alice loves!), a pool in the backyard, and a two car garage. The best part about the house, the part that Alice and I love, is that it's smack in the middle of a cul-de-sac! Cheers to nights in the sac again!!

"Alice, this is not going to be like freshman year again when we moved to Forks! I am not going to do all the moving and let you sit around looking pretty!" I groaned trying to shove the couch into the spot I wanted it. Our roommate just stood back and laughed at our bickering.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Alice joked. I rolled my eyes, sighed deeply, and kept shoving the couch, muttering obscenities under my breath.

"Damn Izzy! You just said words I don't think a sailor even knows!" our roommate said, making fun of my dirty mouth and using the nickname he gave me three years ago.

"Suck it Emmett McCarty! You better get your ass outside and get a few more boxes. Put those muscles to work or I'll stab you in the eye with a spork too!" I shouted playfully.

"You mean after Alice stabs you in the eye? How are you gonna be able to see well enough to do it?"

"Em! Now!" I screamed, chasing him out the front door and down the driveway to the moving van.

Alice and I met Emmett our freshman year at USC. Our dorm was a coed dorm, only two stories. Emmett had a single and was our suitemate. We shared a bathroom with him for three years. Normally, they don't put guys and girls as suitemates. But there was some kind of mix up and we all assured the RA that it wasn't a big deal. That first semester was kind of awkward sharing a bathroom with a boy. Alice didn't mind it much. She was always very easy going like that. I've always been more shy.

But thanks to Emmett, I was able to break out of that shell. He was like the big man on campus. The ladies man. He used to take me and Alice to all kinds of parties, on campus and off campus. He helped me become the outgoing, fun person I am now. At least I think I am.

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EPOV

"Edward!" I heard her shout from her room. I rolled my eyes and lit a cigarette as I crossed the hall to see what she wanted.

"What?" I muttered, blowing a stream of smoke at her. She was lying on her bed in a very suggestive manner, wearing some kind of lingerie that should have made me want her if I wasn't so oblivious.

"Jasper's not home. You wanna do it?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

I've been living with Rosalie and Jasper Hale since I moved away from Forks. Jasper was my roommate in the dorms my first year at UW. Our sophomore year we moved out and into a pimp apartment with his twin, Rosalie. Twin my ass, they look nothing alike. He's tall and lanky with curly blonde hair and weird as fuck. She's tall, curvy, hot as hell, and long wavy blonde hair. We started sleeping together that semester we moved into the apartment. I didn't even mean to sleep with her the first time. I was drunk, she was drunk, we were the only ones at the apartment not passed out. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Now, I'm not so sure. We're not together, half the time I'm not sure if we even like each other. But get a few drinks in us or just get us incredibly bored, and off come the clothes. Jasper hates it. He thinks it's gross. Most of the time I like to do it when he's home just to piss him off. Pissed of Jasper is kinda funny.

"I'm not in the mood," I told her, walking out of her room and into the kitchen in search of alcohol to drown myself in. I was just pouring myself a tall glass of scotch when she walked into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around my waist, making sure to press her boobs against my back.

"I said I'm not in the mood Rose, go away," I mumbled, taking a big gulp of scotch, hoping she would get the hint. She gets pushy sometimes when she's horny and it's annoying as hell.

"Edward, come on, you know you want it," she whispered in my ear, trying to sound seductive. She just sounded dumb.

"Damn it Rose! Put some fucking clothes on! I don't want to see your boobs all over my best friend!" Jasper shouted as he walked in the back door and saw her up against me. Thank you Jasper.

"Fuck you Jazz. Maybe if you got laid every once in a while, you might be nicer!" she snarled, stomping to her room.

"Thanks man," I said, handing him the bottle of scotch so he could pour himself a glass.

"Don't thank me. Just quit fucking my sister," he ordered, taking my cigarette from my hand and taking a drag before handing it back.

"Hey Eddie," we heard Rose call from the hallway.

"Don't call me that," I growled, not noticing the picture frame in her hand.

"Sorry, Edward, so are you ever gonna tell us who these girls are?" she asked, holding the picture in front of my face. I snatched it from her hand.

"What the fuck were you doing in my room?"

"I went to borrow a shirt, not the point. You've had that picture on your dresser for like three years now. And every time we say something about it, you get all depressed and drink yourself into oblivion. So, since we just moved and are starting a new life here in the glorious Los Angeles, why don't you start over by telling us who they are?" I was about ready to smack the bitch for being so nosy.

"Go dunk yourself in the pool Rose, I'm not talking about it," I said, lighting another cigarette and walking into the backyard. It might be hot as crap during the day here in LA, but nights are actually pretty nice. Right now, it's probably like in the 70s.

"My guess is he had a threesome with them back in Forks and misses it," Rose guessed with a laugh, joining me in the backyard. Jasper walked out after her and sat down on the ground, feet hanging in the pool.

"Nah, he's not even capable of that. I'm guessing one of them is an ex," he said.

"Both of you shut up! It's none of your business!" I shouted.

"Fine! Whatever, be a prick!" Rose whined. I rolled my eyes again. Sometimes she really does get on my nerves. Ignoring them both, I sat down in one of the lawn chairs, looking up at the sky. I swear I can hear music.

"Do you guys hear that?" I asked quietly, humming along with the tune.

"All I hear is your dumbass humming. Shut up already!" Jasper complained.

"No, shhh, listen," I demanded. I could barely make out the strumming of a guitar. Straining my ears, I recognized the beginning chords of Flogging Molly's song, "If I Ever Leave This World Alive."

"Hey, I hear it now! Where's it coming from?" Rose asked, watching my every move. I walked to the side of the house and peered over the fence, looking out at the cul-de-sac. There, in the middle, were three chairs. One held a big muscley looking guy. The next one had a very small female sitting in it, almost childlike. But I recognized the spiky hair. I gasped, looking at the third chair. I heard the voice before I saw her face. I knew that voice anywhere.

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive

I ran around to the other side of the house where the gate was. Not even bothering to open it, I just jumped it and ran to the front yard. Rosalie and Jasper were on my heels. Surprisingly, Rose knows how to jump a fence too. If it wouldn't have been for that voice, I would have been impressed. When I made it to the curb, I held my hand up for Rose and Jasper to stop, signaling for them to keep quiet. Then I heard two voices join in singing.

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive

So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive

I blinked a couple times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It really was them. I looked over at the guy, noticing he was playing the guitar instead of her. He wasn't singing though. Good, no one should sing with them but me.

"Edward, what's going on?" Rose whispered very quietly from behind me. I just shook my head, slowly and quietly walking towards the three people in the middle of the cul-de-sac as she sang the next verse.

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right

I closed my eyes and listened to her voice. I've been waiting three years to hear that voice again. I've been haunted by that voice in my dreams for three years. I couldn't stop myself as I walked closer to them and sang the last verse out loud, probably scaring the life out of them.

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright

"AAAHHH!" she screamed as she heard someone singing behind her. The small, spiky haired one jumped out of her chair, dropping her beer bottle on the ground. It made a loud sound as the glass broke around her feet. The guy next to her grabbed her arm and lifted her effortlessly to the other side of him so she wouldn't step on glass before he took a step towards me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked as the small one grabbed his arm and pushed herself past him, launching herself in my arms.

"Doucheward!" she screamed in my ear. I hugged her tightly, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to look her in the face.

"Hey Alice," I whispered in her ear. She pulled back from the hug but kept her arms around my neck.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I live right there. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, pointing to our house behind me.

"We live right there!" she said, pointing at the house directly across the street from ours.

"Since when?"

"We just moved in today!" she squealed.

"Oh yeah, I saw your moving van earlier!" Jasper said as he walked up to the group. Alice took one look at him and was a goner.

"Hi, I'm Alice Brandon," she said shyly. Alice isn't shy. She completely ignored me from that point on. Her and Jasper walked a few feet away and began some random conversation about music.

"Yeah, so you know each other?" the guy asked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm Edward Cullen. We went to high school together," I told him, shaking his hand. He looked from me to her a few times before speaking.

"This is Edward?" he asked as she shook her head.

"Hey Bells," I said quietly. She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head and turning away, jogging back to her house and slamming the front door behind her.

"Guess she still hates me huh?" I joked with the guy.

"Edward, are you done being rude? Are you gonna introduce me?" Rose asked from behind me. Christ, I forgot she was there.

"Hi, Emmett McCarty. Nice to meet you," he introduced himself to her as I stood there dumbfounded.

"Rosalie Hale, my pleasure," she flirted. Oh fuck, now she's a goner too. There goes my fun buddy. I looked over at Alice and Jasper sitting on the ground, Jasper strumming the guitar Emmett had abandoned. A few feet away were Rose and Emmett flirting with each other, not caring about anyone else. I stood in the middle of that cul-de-sac, wondering how in the hell we all ended up living across the street from each other. Out of all the neighborhoods in LA, we all ended up in this one.

Sighing, I glanced up at Bella and Alice's house, seeing a figure behind the curtain in one of the bedrooms. I knew it was her. I stood there, watching her watching me, a sad smile on my face. For three years, her voice and her face have haunted me. And now that we're in the same state, the same city, the same fucking street, she ran away from me. I really am Doucheward.