Summary: At Pittsburgh University there is a nerdy girl who isn't much for the social life her sisters love. At that same university there is reluctant hottie. What will happen when said hottie catches her singing in the car on the interstate on her way home for spring break?

A/N: I know that I am breaking one of my cardinal rules. I never wanted to start writing a new story while I am still writing another. But the idea for this one shot came to me as I was driving home from work. The basic plot of the story happened to my friend's sister while we driving home from Pittsburgh. I am sorry I didn't set the story in Washington, but I know Pennsylvania better.

Also, the Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I do not own them or even claim to own them. I'm just using them to fit my story. And, I do not own Pitt or any of the fraternities or sororities I mention. I made the names up and I apologize in advance if they are real. I don't mean to malign anyone.

Interstate Lovers

Interstate Love Song

by The Stone Temple Pilots

Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I read between the lines,
Your lies.
Feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
So do you laugh or does it cry?

Leavin' on a southern train

Only yesterday you lied,
Promises of what I seemed to beOnly watched the time go by,
All of these things you said to me.

Breathing is the hardest thing
To do. with all I've said and
All that's dead for you, You lied - good bye

Leavin' on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by,
All of these things I said to you.


Normally, when I meet new people I am awkward and shy, unlike my two beautiful sisters who could be dropped in any social situation and fit in perfectly. From preps to punks and back to the jocks, they fit in everywhere here.

Oh yeah, I should probably tell you where here is and who I am. Well, I am Isabella Hale, better know as Bella. I am a 20-year-old Pittsburgh University junior. I am a shy literature major. I have wavy mahogany hair, plain brown eyes, pasty white skin and I'm about 5' 7". I think I am unattractive. A guy hasn't shown any interest in my since I was like a freshman in high school. A wild night for me is staying up all weekend hyped on sugar and Mountain Dew, watching chick flicks with my sisters.

My sisters are characters themselves. My older sister, Rosalie, is a 22-year-old senior here at Pitt with me. She is tall. I mean really tall, like super model height, about 5' 11" maybe 6'. She has long blonde hair, violet eyes and pale skin that was not pasty like mine, but beautiful with her features. Looking at her, you would be surprised to find that she is a mechanical engineering major. Rose is always the life of the party, right along with our little sister, Alice.

Alice is best described as a super massive supernova of energy. I have never seen her not bouncing around like Tigger hopped up on 10 Starbucks double shots. She is just as beautiful as Rose. She is rather short--5' nothing, with short jet black hair and ice blue eyes. She is a Fashion Design major at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh. She would go to Pitt too if they had her major. They didn't, so she decided to go to AIP. It's downtown, but she stays with us up in Oakland, not minding either driving into the city or taking a bus or cab. Her life-long dream is to become the next great fashion designer. She is even considering, after a few years of school, auditioning for "Project Runway". She will be a great designer. She is a shopaholic along with Rose; they drag me reluctantly along. I am the best dressed shy shut-in. She might not go to Pitt, but she is well known because she is always with Rose on campus.

On the weekends, they are always trying to get me to go to some party. I always said no to the ridiculous Animal House-wanna-be frat parties. I think they tried to persuade me to go any party.

I was only broken once. They talked me into going to the Kappa Alpha Delta party one Saturday night. (A/N: I am not sure if this frat even exists. If it does, I don't own the rights to their name and I'm sorry if I portray them incorrectly.) Alice dressed me in this skimpy emerald green party dress and some death traps... er, that is stiletto heels. Rose did my make-up. It was subtle but too much for my liking. Then, we were off to party.

I didn't want to go. I just wanted to curl on my couch and re-read my tattered copy of Wuthering Heights. Note to self: Get a new copy of Wuthering Heights.

We got into Rose's red BMW. Rose and Ali were dressed the nines, but then they always look perfect. They are naturally beautiful. They don't need to work at their appearance like I do.

We pulled up in front of a big, pale blue house. The music was blaring as we parked out front. People were pouring out of the house left and right with those red plastic keg cups. This was most definitely not my scene.


I'm Edward Cullen, a junior at Pitt. I am 20 years old. I have been told I am a "hottie," as girls on campus say, but I don't think I am. I have unusual bronze-reddish hair that can never be tamed, green eyes that never stay one shade for too long (my eyes are like a damn mood ring). To top it off, I am tall and gangly. My driver's license say I am 6' 2" but I don't believe that. I am probably more like 6'1" Also, I am so pale I think I'd put a vampire and an albino to shame! I don't see what makes me so appealing. My brothers on the other hand, are very handsome and could get all the girls with one little smirk.

First, there is my older brother, Emmett. He's the stereotypical jock, big and muscular. He has shorter brown hair, is about 6'5", has topaz eyes and a light tan. He is a senior at Pitt, majoring in Sports Medicine and Nutrition. He wants to become a nutritionist and trainer. He stays fit by working out all the time. His freshman year he played football, but decided it wasn't the right fit for him. He had no trouble getting girls. He goes on lots of dates, most are air-headed, bleach-blonde bimbos with boobs as fake as the Browns chance of winning a Super Bowl. He never had a second chance with any of them after saying they were fake, but he has yet to see the error of his ways. He keeps going out with that type of girl.

My other brother, Jasper, is a little younger than me; he just turned 20. We are exactly 10 months apart. I don't want to think about what my parents were thinking; it's better for both my physical and mental health that I don't. Now, Jasper has blonde hair with a small amount of curl to it. I won't say it's shaggy or long, but the girls say it's long enough for them to run their fingers through. He has a light tan, just like Emmett. He even has the same topaz eyes as Emmett and is about 6 feet tall. He also is here at Pitt with us, a junior like me and majoring in History. He loves Civil War history the most. Unlike our other brother, Jasper is not that talkative or outgoing; he's more reserved. He is also an outcast. He just is only social with people he really connects with. He has had a couple of girlfriends. His last girlfriend Maria was a total bitch. She was controlling; Jazz would do whatever she said even if it wasn't right.

One night, Jazz and Em drug me to Maria's sorority party at the Phi Alpha Mu house. We weren't going to go because Jazz had some project due for his one class. Neither Em or I felt comfortable going to that house without him.

When we got to Beta Alpha Gamma house it was like all the other parties that we have been force to attend. One BAG party was the same as the next-pretty girls and meathead frat guys. The guys just forcing drinks and drinks upon the girls so they might get lucky that night.

We walked into that party about an hour late because Jazz had just finish his project. We pushed our way through the door, then the rest of the way toward the living room just off the kitchen where the keg would be. If I have to be here, I better at least be able to get my beer fill.

We got to the living room, Jazz looked around for Maria. She didn't know we were coming. He wanted to surprise her. He spotted her on the couch. He could only see the back of her head. As we got closer, close enough that he was standing right in front of her, it became apparent why we couldn't see her face. She was actively engaged in an intense game of tonsil hockey with one of the meatheads from Gamma Kappa Alpha. Emmett and I just stared in shock. Here comes the shit storm.

"What the fuck are you doing, Maria?" Jasper screamed at her. He has always been "Mr. Cool." I don't think anyone had ever heard him raise his voice before that day. The entire party came to screeching halt when he started yelling.

"Baby? Baby, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work on you civil history project?" she asked like we hadn't just witness her make-out session with meathead.

"Well, I thought I was going to surprise my girlfriend, but I see you have adopted the "when the cat's away the mice will play" philosophy," he yelled at her.

"Sweetie, Baby, Honey, I am drunk and Ryan--he took advantage of that. He started kissing me. I tried to push him off me, but he was over powering me," she stammered in her sweetest voice, trying to smooth things over.

"No! No! I see equal blame in this. I was standing here in front of you to for a good 3 minutes. I didn't see your 'so called' struggle. I saw equal desire in your make-out session," he accused.

Maria tried to dispute him but was cut off.

"Maria, I should of known this was happening behind my back. If you really loved me, you would of begged me to come here after I was finished. You just said, 'Finish your project honey. You'll be missed at the party'. Yeah, I guess I was really missed here. Well, Maria this it. We're over!" He turned, walked back out with Em and me flanking him.

And that was it, no more BAG parties and no more bitch Maria.



I had just taken my last mid-term of this spring semester. We got in Rose's BMW and were leaving our posh apartment in North Oakland to go to our home in Erie, Pennsylvania. As we pulled out of the garage Ali popped in her "Headin' Home Mix" cd. She claimed this was the best songs to jam out to on the way home or on the way back down here. The first song is "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha. Ali just sang along as we rocked out to the song. Next, it went to Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl". Alice and I tossed our heads around as all three of us sang the songs.

As the next song began, I notice the looks that other motorists were giving us. I think if you couldn't hear the bass of the music coming from our car, it must look like we were having seizures. I would normally blush and stop, but this my safe place-the one place I could act like a complete fool and enjoy it.

We were making good time. We were about to Meadville when Alice popped in 'Headin Home Mix' Volume 2. It started out with a few mellow songs. Then my jam came on.

"Turn it up!" I screamed to Alice and she turned it. I started to sing my song.

I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad

I know your type
You're daddy's little girl
Just take a bite
Let me shake up your world
Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you lose control

She was so shy
'Til I drove her wild

I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
You were hanging in the corner
With your five best friends
You heard that I was trouble but you couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad was hanging in the cornerWith my five best friends
I heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go

I know your type
Boy you're dangerous
And you're that guy
I'd be stupid to trust
But just one night couldn't be so wrong
You make me wanna lose control
She was so shy
'Til I drove her wild

I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
I was hanging in the corner
With my five best friends
I heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad

Oh she got a way with them boys in the place
Treat 'em like they don't stand a chance
And he got a way with them girls in the back
Actin' like they too hot to dance

Yeah she got a way with them boys in the place
Treat 'em like they don't stand a chance
And he got a way with them girls in the back
Actin' like they too hot to dance

I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Them good girls go bad
Good girls go bad

I make them good girls go
Good girls go badGood girls go bad
Good girls go

As I finished singing and dancing in the back seat, I heard a horn honk and then heard the tinkling of Ali's laughter.

"What? Stop laughing at me! You know that's my jam!" I smiled at her.

"No, I'm not laughing at you," She just trailed off with giggles, pointing out the window.

There was a big guy behind the wheel. He smiled and gave me the thumbs up. I blushed as I notice the two other guys in car, a blonde in the passenger seat and a bronze-haired god in the back seat. Completely embarrassed, I slumped into the back seat where I could die.

"Hey! Hey! Bells sit up! The cutie in the back wrote you a note," Rose said.

She was a right. He was holding up a notebook with something written in black sharpie.

Singer Girl,

I am sorry about my brother. He can be such an ass sometimes. Oh, that's Emmett by the way, and the blondie is Jasper. Oh, Em demands for you to tell the hot blonde in the driver's seat hello.

I smiled. "Rose, the drive says hello and his name is Emmett," I told her.

"Bells, you have to write back. I know you have a notebook back there. Tell him I say hi back," she said.

"Oh Bella, tell him Jasper is hot," Ali said.

I relayed there message. And mentioned my name. I could see the guys scramble around as he relayed our message.


That's a beautiful name. I am Edward, by the way. The guys want to know where you're heading.

I wrote "Erie"as we were approaching the sign that said 2 miles until the last rest stop. The one right before the Edinboro exit.

Wow us too.

He smiled. The other guys were yelling at him. I could see them arguing.

Hey, will you pull over at the rest stop? I want to meet the person I have been writing to for the last half an hour.

I asked the other girls. I was against it. He might like me on paper and from afar, but I will disappoint him when he finds out I am nerdy girl who would rather curl up with a good book than slam back Jell-O shots on the weekends. I was out-voted; they nodded yes and I was forced to write it.

We pulled off and parked next to them. I opened my door and stood up. Emmett and Jasper got out.

"Hey, I am Em that's Jasper and that lump in the back is Eddie boy," he said with a bounce.

"I am Rosalie, that little pixie is Alice and Miss Dreary is Bella."

They left and I heard her mumble something about going to the restroom.

Finally, Edward got out. At first, he and I were awkward. Then we started walking around the rest stop. We talked about everything from where we grew up, which was only a few blocks apart, to where we went to high school, to colleges, to books and then back to us. Even though we lived in the same area we didn't go to the same school because I guess our parents both thought alike. They went to Cathedral Prep, the all-boys Catholic school and our parents sent us to Villa Maria Academy. And now he and his brothers attend Pitt, just like us.

After walking around for what felt like forever, we found our way back to our cars as our siblings showed up. Both set of our paired off siblings seemed to hit it off, which you could tell because of the way they were with each. They were holding hands and didn't want to let each other go.

"Time to get home, Bella," Ali said, bursting my happy little bubble.

I grabbed Edward's hand and wrote my cell phone number on it with my Sharpie. I smiled and got back in the car to leave.

Just as we were passing the Edinboro exit, my phone chimed that I had a text message.

Hey Bella,

What are you doing tonight? What to go to the movies?


I turn my head to the right to see him smiling at me. I replied quickly.


Yes. Give me a call later. Maybe we can grab dinner before?

I smiled as we drove the rest of the way home. I think he could be my interstate lover.

A/N: Hey guys! I do apologize again for not updating 'Starlight' as often as I should. This is the story that came to me and I couldn't get it off my mind. I do apologize is I offend anyone that I mention in this story. I only know as much as my research can yield.

Again, I don't own Twilight or its characters. But, I do own this plot.

Also, if any one wants me to, I can upload the songs that I mention in this story. Let me know.

Please review. Let me know what you think of my first one-shot.


Interstate Love Song- Stone Temple Pilots

Tik Tok- Ke$ha

I Kissed A Girl- Katy Perry

Good Girls Go Bad- Cobra Starship