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It was Friday night and I was waiting for my best friend to show up. It wasn't just another Friday night, but it was our 'movie marathon Friday night'. I'm in the kitchen, watching the popcorn pop, when my apartment doorbell rang.

"I'm coming," I yelled from the kitchen. I quickly turned off the microwave and ran for the door. When I opened it, bam, there goes my BFF.

Her name is Alice Cullen and she is just like me, a semi-runaway kid. We both didn't like living in our parent's 'mansion' – I guess you could call it that – so we moved out and got our own apartments. Well, of course, we still visit them every Sunday.

"Hey Bella. What's up?" she asked while casually hopping up the couch. I really didn't care since she's like a sister to me. I mean, she could live here if she wants. She only needs to pack her bags.

"Oh, you know, pretty much same as always," I replied and sat next to her.

She stared at me for a long moment and I stared back with a look that says 'what?' Her eyes were making me a bit self-conscious.

She shook her head and grabbed the remote. I already placed the 90210 DVD series inside so she only needs to press play. "You really should start dating, you know," she said.

"Ugh. Now, that is a seriously touchy subject, Alice. Besides, nobody has ever caught my eye yet and you know it," I moaned. It's true, though. I didn't like talking about this subject.

"Nobody has caught your eye yet, or are you just scared that someone might?" she pressed.

I ignored her statement and said, "Come on, Alice. I mean, you know my parents would choose a guy for me anyway, so why bother?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But what do you know? Maybe 'the guy' is nice and sweet and totally caring. You might live happily ever after," she said. Sometimes I wonder if she lives in Fantasy World.

"Rich guys are all the same, Alice," I started. "They're obnoxious, self-centered jerks that don't care about anyone but themselves. Where is the happily ever after in that equation?"

She raised her hands in surrender. "I can't argue with that, sis. But your mom always chooses the hottest guy in town, right?" she laughed.

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time

Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me

Good, good now we're making some progress

Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat

My phone was ringing and the screen said "Mom calling . . ."

"Drat. Speaking of the she-devil. I gotta take this. Go start without me. This'll just be a minute," I told Alice.

"Okay," she said and her attention quickly drifted to the TV.

I went to the kitchen and flipped the phone open. "What, mom?" I said.

"Oh, Bella dear, would you be a darling and visit tomorrow? There's going to be a visitor that wants to meet you," my mom told me.

"Oh, come on, mom. Do I have to cancel my plans for tomorrow?" I whined.

"Now, Bella. You have priorities at home and I don't want you to run away from it. You have to come," she said.

"Well, I'm visiting on Sunday. Can we just move it?" I asked. Hopeful, I must say.

"The guy is busy on Sunday and he just got back from somewhere," my mom said. Darn it.

I groaned. "Whatever, mom. Bye," I said and closed the phone. Then I heard Alice talking from the living room.

"You know, I kind of don't like your mom that way. She's always forcing you to do something you don't like. No offense," she said. I had to laugh because heaven knows how true it was.

"I won't take it," I replied.

"Hey, uh, my cousin is coming home from London tomorrow," she said, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'd love to meet whoever you cousin is," I said.

"He's coming home in the morning, I think. And I think he would love to meet you, too," she told me. She was so sure of this, too.

"He? Oh great," I muttered. Alice didn't react so she didn't hear me.

"You know, he's a lot like Ty in 90210," she told me.

"How so? Does he have a private airport where he keeps his private jet in?" I guessed. I let out a giggle considering that possibility.

"No silly," Alice disagreed but giggled, too. "He's a rich guy but he is totally nice. I mean, I'm not saying that because he's my cousin. I'm saying that because it's true. Plus, he's hot," Alice said. Oh my gosh, did she just call her cousin hot?

"Oh. That's . . . good, I guess," I mumbled.

"It is!" Alice squealed and clapped her hands while bouncing up and down the couch. I was still standing at the kitchen doorway so I went to sit by her. I placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Okay, okay. Now, stop bouncing before you break my couch," I stated and laughed. She did what I asked, though. "But I don't think I can meet him tomorrow. I have plans for Mr. Shoot Me Now," I added sarcastically.

"That's okay. He has plans, too, I think," she said.

And that was it. That was the end of the 'boy talk'. We continued to watch 90210 silently while eating the microwave popcorn. We finished the whole DVD in about three hours since it only has ten or eleven episodes.

Alice put the popcorn bowl away and got back in the living room with droopy eyes. I looked at the clock on my phone and it was already ten thirty in the evening.

"Alice, do you want to sleep over tonight? Because I seriously think you can't take yourself back to your apartment," I offered.

"Yes, please. And thanks," Alice said and then yawned. Wow, we're really done for the night.

"No problem, sis. You know you're always welcome here," I said.

We freshened up a little bit before going to bed. Brushed our teeth and all. Then we went straight to my room and settled there. This is going to be a long night.

"Goodnight, Alice," I said.

"Goodnight, Bella," she replied. And we both drifted into unconsciousness.