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-Chapter#2. The word of the day is Aneurysm

It turned out he wasn't lying when he said he could have it back in three minutes. He got there in two. I know because I was watching the clock the entire time.

"So someone did steal the chumbucket?" Rosalie asked, her eyes wide.

I rolled my eyes. Hadn't we already gone over this?

"Yes." I said dryly. It wasn't that unbelievable. Maybe someone saw the true potential of my old truck.

"And he's bringing it back?" She continued to question. "Just like that?"

I turned to look at her then.

"Yes." I said slowly. I didn't get it either. Is this really how people got their kicks these days? 'I'm bored today... I think I'll go steal some random truck. It's okay though! I'll return it.'

"Weird." She exhaled.

I nodded in agreement just as my truck came screeching around the corner faster than I've ever seen it move before. I hadn't even known it could go that fast.

"Be careful!" I yelled as it came to a stop in the exact spot I had left it parked earlier today.

The person chuckled as they got out of the cab and I marched over, practically spitting fire.

"Are you determined to return it damaged?" I seethed, grabbing the keys out of his hand.

He didn't say anything and when I finally calmed down enough to focus on him I realized that he was just staring at me slack jawed. I crossed my arms over my chest, scowling at him. Didn't his mother teach him any manners at all?

"Well?" I prompted.

He shook his head, looking like he was trying to clear it.

"I'm sorry." He apologized but I wasn't sure what he was sorry about exactly. Was it the fact that he'd stolen my truck, pushed it past it's limit, or for the staring? Wow. He's made a wonderful impression already.

"That's just how I always drive." He admitted.

"Do you usually steal other peoples vehicles too?" I asked.

He looked like he was fighting off a smile.

"This would be a first actually." He said, mirroring my stance minus the scowl.

I huffed.

"I'm so glad I was able to witness it." I said sarcastically. "I hope you got it all out of your system."

"Don't know." he said amiably. "Just might need a getaway car for when I rob the bank later."

"I wouldn't doubt it." I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow, seeming surprised.

"I was only joking." he said slowly. And then he broke into a wide grin. "I robbed the bank yesterday."

I had never been a violent person but I had the strong urge to hit him-to just ball up my fist and let it collide with his absurdly handsome face.

"Do you think this is funny?"

He nodded, still grinning.

"Actually I do find it somewhat humorous." he admitted. "Think about it- my friend dares my to move my cousin's new truck and I take the wrong one?"

He raised one eyebrow, looking at me as if waiting for me to see the humor in it. Granted if it had been anyone else it just might have been slightly funny. But it had been me, and it had been one hell of a day, and I most definitely did not think it was funny.

"And then the owner of the truck turns out to be an extremely beautiful woman with the temper of an enraged viking."

I pursed my lips, lacing my fingers behind my back so that I didn't do anything I'd regret later. When I wasn't acting like an 'enraged viking.' God, he just piles on the charm doesn't he?

"Well I'd love to continue this little battle of wits but it seems you're unarmed. And I'm late for something."

He just laughed.

"Did you steal that from a Will Smith song?"

Dang! I did, didn't I?

"I'm late." I repeated, refusing to admit nor deny my plagiarism.

"Awe, but of course." He chuckled, leaning against my truck, eying me with evident amusement.

I narrowed my eyes at him but he looked truly unrepentant. I opened the door with as much flourish as I could muster while trying to pry the heavy metal door away from the frame. I managed to whack him in the knees in the process though so that's got to count for something. I clicked the lock on the door and shoved it shut again.

I turned to see him regarding me with a raised eyebrow.

"You never can be too safe." I said easily. "You never know when someone is going to come along and steal it."

He just shook his head, that infuriating half grin never leaving his face.

"I thought you were late for something." He reminded me.

"I am." I snapped, remembering. Although I'm sure Alice would understand since she knew my truck had gone missing but I still didn't want to leave her to cook dinner by herself. It wasn't exactly safe and not something I liked to do since she had almost burned the kitchen down a couple of years back.

"I'm eating dinner with a friend."

His eyes automatically flashed to Alice and Jasper's house.

"You couldn't have walked to their house from here?" he teased.

I cocked my head to the side.

"How did you know that was the house I was supposed to be at?" I questioned.

A faint hint of realization of what he'd said flashed across his face but a blink later it was just that same cocky grin.

"Lucky guess." he said easily.

I eyed him, still suspicious, for a second. But then I shrugged it off. The sooner this conversation ended the sooner he could be on his merry way, off to hold up a bank or steal candy from some unsuspecting children.

"Buh-bye." I waved snidely, walking back towards Rosalie who was still standing in her driveway watching the interaction with a lot less stealth than she had probably intended.

"Good bye, Beautiful!" he called to my retreating form.

I rolled my eyes. Good bye, a-hole.

"Thanks for letting me use your cell phone, Rose." I said, handing it back to her.

She pocketed it, her eyes still on the form of my carjacker.

"Want me to run him over for you?" She asked.

I laughed lightly, sparing a glance over my shoulder. The man was walking towards a silver Volvo parked half way down the block. That couldn't be his car! Was he going to steal another one? No. he wouldn't do that with me and Rosalie watching him.

"Hey!" I called. "You parked your stupid shiny Volvo just to steal my poor truck?"

"Borrowed without permission!" He called without turning around.

I shook my head. The man was crazy. Absolutely out of his mind.

"Bella." Rose called, snapping to regain my attention. "Should I run him over?"

"No thanks." I sighed. I knew she would probably do it but that would mean more grand theft auto because there was no way she was going to risk denting her BMW M3. That thing was her first true love. Emmett knew he came second.

"Then do you want me to get his number for you?"

I whipped my head in her direction so quickly I almost got whiplash.

"Excuse me?" I coughed.

She smirked.

"Funny, attractive, tall," she ticked off on her fingers. She let her eyes wander back to his retreating form. "And his butt isn't half bad either."

I put my hands on my hips, shooting her a look. My car had just been truck-napped and she wanted to discuss how hott the criminal was! What did Emmett put in her morning coffee?

"What." She demanded, matching my pose exactly except she was much more convincing. Most of the time my bark was worse than my bite. Rosalie? Oh, you did not want to get on Rosalie's bad side.

"He called you Beautiful."

I pretended to gag.

"He also stole my truck so I should be calling the police." I pointed out. "It evens out don't you think?"

"Fine." She relented.

I smiled. I could count the number of times I had won an argument with Rose on one hand. I must admit I was feeling just a smidge victorious.

"I'll see you at Alice's. I'm going to help with dinner." I said, turning to walk to my other friends house.

"Don't let her burn down the kitchen!" She called once I hit the sidewalk.

I laughed, waving at her over my shoulder.

"I'll try my best!"

Alice, Rosalie, and I had been best friends since college. Alice and I met first. We shared a dorm room that first year. Rosalie had been paired with a girl named Jessica. They didn't exactly get along. Rosalie might have threatened to burn all her hair off while she slept. She met Alice at a coffee shop on campus and she volunteered to let her move in with us. With such tight quarters it was inevitable that we were going to be the best of friends or mortal enemies. It's a good thing we all bonded over chick flicks and ogling the boys football team.

That's where Jasper and Emmett come in.- They were on the football team. And it seems they didn't mind the special attention, at least not from Alice and Rosalie. They started dating and our group expanded effortlessly to include them. They were like the brothers I had never wanted but ended up loving anyway. Our group was most definitely diverse but we meshed. We all just got along perfectly. It seemed like we had always known each other and after my dad got hurt and needed me to move back to Forks after college they all moved with me. Talk about the best friends a girl could ever ask for. Rosalie and Emmett got married a year ago this March and Alice and Jasper were to follow soon. Their rehearsal dinner was tonight actually.

"Ali!" I called as I came in without knocking. "Get this! The truck-napper returned my truck."

Something clamored to the ground, echoing throughout the large house, and Alice cursed. I rolled my eyes, walking to the doorway. Alice was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her hands on her hips, looking at the ceiling as if praying for patience.

"Having problems?" I smirked.

She glared at me before finally just rolling her eyes and bending to pick the pan up off the floor.

"Who piled the pots and pans on the island?" she asked.

I snickered.

"Uhm... you."

She shook her head but before she could deny it any further I ticked the events off on my fingers.

"You bought all new Tupperware from that door to door salesman yesterday because you wanted to get his number for me-"

"Which I got." She interrupted me, grinning.

"I'm not calling him." I said stubbornly before continuing with my chain of events. "You realized you had no where to put 'the fifty-two piece set(!)'" I reminded her, using the same voice the salesman had used when describing the Tupperware- like it was the best thing ever invented. "So you removed the pots and pans from the cupboard and piled them on the island. You said you'd find somewhere for them today."

She eyed me thoughtfully for a moment.

"I did, didn't I?"

I chuckled.

"Yup." I said happily, popping the p'.

She shrugged.

"Well, I can't find a place for them now." She said, not sounding brothered in the least. "I've got too much to do. Can you believe the rehearsal dinner is tonight?!"

I smiled. I loved seeing my friends happy. Alice was practically glowing. I was so glad she had found Jasper. Or what she had so lovingly called him for the first week after she saw him at football practice, 'The one that got knocked down during the first quarter.' This was always followed by a blissful sigh. "Man, he's gorgeous."

"So, what happened with the chumbucket?" she asked. "Did you call the police yet? Man, I can't believe someone stole it!"

I grabbed a tomato and started cutting it into thin slices, making sure to cut away from my body. Alice may have almost burned the kitchen down but I had almost decapitated myself more times than I'd like to count.

"I didn't have to call the police in the end." I said. "He brought it back."

She looked at me, her share of dinner forgotten. She plopped down onto the stool where I was working.

"What?" She shrieked. "What happened? Tell me everything!"

I laughed, slicing another thin piece of tomato.

"Start from the beginning." She demanded.


"Hey little sister." Emmett said, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "A little birdy told me your truck learned a new disappearing act."

I made a face at him. I didn't want to talk about what had happened earlier. It was Alice and Jasper's rehearsal dinner. Besides, talking about it was only going to make me mad again.

"I'll tell you about it later, Em." I sighed.

He chuckled.

"Should be an interesting story." he grinned slyly.

"It is." I promised him.

"When are we going to eat?" he asked, distracted already.

I shrugged.

"Soon." Alice chirped.

She was setting the table, her skirt swishing gracefully around her legs. This was why they had decided to have the dinner before the actual rehearsal. With Emmett involved food was a must and the sooner the better.

"We're just waiting for Jazzy's cousin to get here." she said.

The words were no sooner out of her mouth when the doorbell rang.

"Finally!" Emmett huffed.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not even five-thirty yet." I reminded him. "We were all just early."

It's easy to be early when you practically lived at the house that the dinner was being served in. All we had to do was change and we were ready. We probably would have been here without the rehearsal dinner.

Emmett shot me a look, something he did any time you were even in a roundabout way messing with food. But then he smirked, waggling his eyebrows in a cartoon villain way.

"You sure you want to take his side, Bells?"

I frowned.

"What does that-"

"Mom says hi. She can't wait for the wedding." A voice that I instantly recognized said from the other room. I could hear Jasper's voice too, getting louder as he walked his guest into the kitchen but I didn't hear what he said. I was too focused on the fact that I was ninety percent sure I was having an aneurysm. This could not be happening to me!

And then they rounded the corner, coming into view. Jasper was waving his hands about like he did any time he was discussing something he was excited about. And the other man, Jasper's cousin, was looking at him- listening to what he was saying no doubt. He was wearing a nice white dress shirt, un-tucked, with a dark pair of jeans. His hair was a messy disarray and I wondered how I had missed that unique color earlier. I really had been angry to miss that copper hair. His eyes slid around the room, scanning the faces, and I realized that Jasper was done speaking.

He grinned when his eyes landed on me and I cringed.

"Hello, Beautiful."

Dang! This is happening. Do you see what I mean now? Anything that can go wrong will happen to Bella Swan. Yes, that sounds about right.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, there's chapter#2. I hoped you liked it. Please review if you read it. Was there any favorite lines/scenes? Someone asked how old they were last chapter. Bella is 23yrs old. She's been out of college for a year. The rest of the gang is around her age because they went to college together. Edward is two yrs older- he's 25yrs old.

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Jasper shook his head as if he couldn't even grasp the level of immaturity at play here.

"Why?"

"Because Emmett dared me to." This Edward guy answered for him. Emmett nodded in unrepentant agreement.

"Are you serious?" He asked, his tone reproachful. "And you thought the chumbucket was my new truck?"

He sounded almost indignant of the idea that someone had mistaken my truck for his.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, offended. My truck wasn't that bad!