Public Disclaimer: Mrs. M owns it all. I own an Edward umbrella.

Accomplice: At law, an accomplice is a person who actively participates in the commission of a crime, even though they take no part in the actual criminal offense.

Alice is the best friend you read about in all those fictional books. The kind that will cheer you on at the science fair, help drink your sorrows away with chocolate milk and Oreos, tell you who likes you in homeroom, and stand up for you when you are accused of tripping Lauren Mallory (actually guilty of this but let's keep that on the down low).

She was the very first person to say hi to me on my first day of kindergarten. She also punched Edward in his private area for taking my glue. If that doesn't scream best friend, then I don't know what else could.

Now we are juniors in Forks High School and I just want to quietly graduate and go on my merry way. Not Alice. She wants to take the world by its pubes and shake it up. I love that girl to death but I have gotten more detention slips than necessary because of her and have sadly been lectured by Charlie on the "proper" behavior of a cop's kid.

It's because of my best friend that I find myself in the predicament that I am in now.

"Remind me again why we are doing this?" I asked as I held onto Alice's skinny legs. We were outside of the Cullen's house, dressed like cat burglars from a bad movie, and Alice was standing on my shoulders. This morning, she had told me that she decided she was "in like" with Jasper. Jasper! She also said that we had to find out more about him so we were going to do some recon on him. I didn't know recon meant peering through bedroom windows but now I do.

"SHHHHHHH! Do you want him to hear us? Just shush and stand up straight so I can see."

I was standing on a turned over trash can, Alice was standing on my shoulders and she wants me to shush? Let me tell you now that short people (aka- Alice and I) have no business looking into windows. I tried to hold still but her damn shoe was digging into my collar bone.

"Alice, couldn't we just ask about him in school? Do we really need to do this? It's dark, there may be bears out there, and you are not that light."

That was the wrong thing to say. In her attempt to act offended, she let go of the window sill and we began to wobble. The trash can start rocking back and forth and I lost my grip. I finally managed to steady myself when a clearly pissed off voice rang out.

"What the hell are you two doing? And why are you spying on my brothers?"

Alice landed on the ground, I landed on her, and the trash can? It made enough noise to wake the dead. Dead is what I will be when Charlie finds out about this.

End Note: This is my very first story ever. As I told my friend Jo, I write government docs all day and checks to pay my Visa. That's it. If ya like it, thank you. If ya don't, please tell me why. So any advice/reviews are greatly appreciated.

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