Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

Chapter 1

IndecisionAlice's P.O.V

Living with your best friend/model should be fun, right? Especially when both of you work in the "Fashion Industry". It has been fun, so far. Rosalie Hale and I, Alice Brandon, share everything, and we have every since kindergarten. But living with best friend isn't fun, especially when both of you are single. People (especially old grandmas) think that you're together. It's quite disturbing.

All of these thoughts were running through my mind. I could hear Rosalie's loud snoring. I closed my eyes and started thinking about the conversation we had the other day. I let out a low chuckle. I rolled over and prayed that I'd fall asleep. I fell asleep at about 2:00 in the morning. I was awoken by a bang on my door. I rolled over and looked at the clock. The clock read 5:30 A.M. Rosalie banged on my door again, "Wake up Shorty!" Rosalie yelled. "I am awake Blondie!" I replied. I rolled off the bed, and walked to my walk in closet.

"Rosalie! What should I wear?" I half yelled. Rosalie walked in, tripping over some of my shoes. "I don't know moron," Rosalie replied. I picked up one of my Jimmy Choo, and threw it at her head. The heel hit her right between the eyes. Rosalie glared at me. "Ow!" Rosalie shrieked. I giggled. Rosalie walked out of my closet rubbing her head. Rosalie slammed the door behind her. Oh shoot! Rosalie locked me in my closet, but whatever I have all my clothes, I thought angrily.

Rosalie's P.O.V

I walked out of Alice's closet and slammed the door behind me. My head was throbbing. Where do we keep the ice? I thought. Wait what kind of question is that it is in freezer, duh. I felt like a dumb blonde and I definitely did not fit into the dumb part of that. (Even though Alice might think that) I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the ice out of the freezer and put it on my head. I wonder how bad this bruise is going to be so I walked over to the bathroom to look how bad it was. I looked into the mirror and there was a huge bruise on my head. My photographer is going to kill me. I don't think makeup can cover this up.

Then I heard banging coming from Alice's room I decided to ignore it at first but the banging continued, so I went to go see what it was about. It was Alice banging on her closet door from the inside. I must have locked her in there when I slammed the door. Whatever maybe that will teach her a lesson. "Rosalie, let me out of here!" Alice yelled. "What is in it for me?" I asked her. "I will take you on a shopping spree at my expense, if you let me out." Alice said. I thought about it for a moment and then responded "Okay." I let her out of the closet and she was laying on the floor sobbing. "You were in here for all of ten minutes and you think the world is going to end." I said. "It was scary all alone in here." Alice whined. I rolled my eyes and walked out.

Jasper's P.O.V

Beep, beep, beep. My alarm clock went off, and thank God it did. I just had the weirdest dream. It was about the Jonas Brothers and unicorns. I know this may make me sound gay, but I'm definitely straight. There was a big bang, coming from the kitchen. It was probably my obnoxious roommate, Emmett. Emmett is a big dark haired freak, he is probably on steroids, I on the other hand am taller, leaner, but still muscular, with blonde curly (ish) hair.

Emmett's P.O.V

I absolutely hate mornings! I was in the kitchen trying to get a frying pan out of the cupboard. But it wouldn't come out. I eventually got the frying pan out of the cupboard but it fell on my toe. Why does this keep happening to me? I asked myself. Hopefully the bang woke my roommate Jasper up. Jasper and I met after he ran into my jeep with his corvette. Ever since that day we have been best friends. I picked the pan off the floor and put it on the stove and started to make myself pancakes. I put the pancakes on and then decided to go have a shower.

Jasper's P.O.V

I decided it was time to roll out of bed, if I didn't, I would be late for class. Emmett was in the shower, so I decided to go make breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, all I could smell was burnt pancakes. "EMMETT!" I yelled. Emmett came stumbling out of the bathroom, half-naked. "What's the emergency?" Emmett asked, in a panicky tone. I pointed towards the stove. "Oh. I was meaning to do that," He said apologetically. I rolled my eyes, and walked back towards my bedroom.