That's How We Roll: Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Twilight--Stephenie Meyer does. I'm not sure why I had a disclaimer. It's just that everyone else has one. Maybe I'm a conformist. Who knows. Enjoy the show!

Edward, Bella, and Jasper pull into the driveway, just in time for me to leap out of the door and jump into the truck. Wait. The truck? "Please don't tell me that we're taking Bella's truck," I moan. To say the least, that truck isn't really on my list of likes. Or, at least, when speed is on that like-list, her car isn't exactly what you want to ride in.

Bella pouts at me from the passenger seat, "you don't like my truck?" She knows that I don't like the truck. I had asked her a few weeks before if I could have a new engine installed, but she (of course) had turned it down. She said something like my truck takes me to the places I want to go, and that's all that really matters. No, that's not really what matters. What matters is that we get where we're going before she's an old women. I mean, seriously, it--

"Alice, shut up," Edward mentions as he backs out of the driveway and onto the main road. Crap. I should have watched myself. I sigh a sorry before turning to Jasper who holds onto my hand and smiles.

"Ready?" he asks, his smile briliant. I nod my head and kiss him on the cheek.

Bella tunrs around and looks over to me, "You don't have to worry about the truck, though. Once we get to the airport, we'll have a plane. Those go pretty fast."

"True. They do seem to have some speed to them," I say, not really sure why we're going to the airport in the first place. I had a few visions earlier today, but none of them helped with what in the world that we were doing. At first, Edward told me that we would go on a road trip. Then, Jasper said that it was more of an...air trip. Something along the lines of flying to Europe. Whatever the actual thing is, though, I made sure to have enough things to keep me going for a week. Expensive clothes, hair supplies, cameras, and a passport--those kind of essentials. I'm just thankful that I could shove everything into a large backpack and my purse; things will be so much easier that way.

Edward drives us to the airport in Seattle, and though the drive itself probably takes a million years, we manage to get there before twilight (with help from a Cute Is What We Aim For CD, many jokes, and a quick stop for gas--three times). I grab my backpack and purse as Jasper opens the door for me to step out. The rest of them packed pretty light, too. Infact, I think that I've packed more than the rest of them because of having my purse instead of simply a backpack.

Japser holds my hand like a child's as we enter the airport lobby. It's huge. Not as large as some airports that I've seen, but still fairly large. We walk through to where we would get tickets, but instead of stopping and flagging down first-class tickets to some beautiful European city, we walk straight through and into the loading docks.

"Wait," I start, "What about our tickets?"

Jasper smiles, "Oh, we won't be needing tickets."

"You already bought them?" I ask. That would be like Edward to plan ahead. Infact, I should have planned on him buying tickets beforehand in the first place.

Edward seems to laugh at my remark, while Bella seems oddly quiet. Edward, did you tell her to keep her mouth shut or something? He smiles and nods his head non-chalantly. Nobody else would know that he had replied to a mental question--that is, no one except for the four of us. Why?

"You'll see," Edward says. He leads us to a waiting area next to a wall made of windows. I can see the planes landing and taking off, little train-like luggage carriers, and orange cones everywhere. Orange--my favorite color. Something in me wants to have one of those orange cones; maybe as a suvenier.

Jasper and I sit down in the black, plastic chairs with Bella, as Edward leaves us to go off and "do something". I'm really not liking this whole lets-not-tell-Alice-what's-going-on thing. It bothers me--a lot. I usually feel so in-the-know, so when I don't know about something, it feels so foreign. I can't stand it.

And, as I think, Jasper squeezes my hand and smiles. It's like a wave of relaxation washes over me. Sometimes I wonder how he can tell. My face doesn't show when I'm upset, but he always knows. I'm still unsure of whether I truly love or hate that ability of his. Who knows. As I begin to feel more relaxed, I suddenly step into a vision.

There are clouds. A plane. It drifts down to the city below. Slowing down, it skims over the buildings until it's in the street. It's small enough to only take up three lanes, and cars rush out of the way of the approaching plane. Two men in a red sports car pull down their sunglasses and stare at the plane, jaws dropping. The plane is rolling beside the cars on the street before lifting off again. It rises back to the buildings. It touches the clouds again.

And, then, the vision is gone.

Jasper looks over to me questioningly. "What did you see?" he asks. I shake my head.

"Nothing. Something weird--"

He inturupts me, "Like what?" There's a hint of worry in his voice. He knows something and is worried about it. That much I know.

"A plane. It landed into the street. And, then, it flew away," I assure, "It really was nothing." He's still interested by this, but tries not to show it. He turns to Bella and tries to make light conversation, which I thought would be against the rules. Why they don't want her to talk is beyond me. Well, maybe it isn't--she does have a knack at giving things away. Maybe this is some kind of surprise for me.

After about fifteen minutes, Edward comes back with a McDonalds bag and a grin. He tosses the bag of smelly crapfood to Bella, then motions for us to follow him. We walk over to a secluded area with an elevator and staircase that strictly shows enforcement of the rules. Airport Personel Only Beyond This Point. I roll my eyes as Edward and Bella enter the staircase, followed by Jasper who motions me on. I quickly walk over to them and enter, making sure to close the door secretly.

We travel down two flights of stairs until another door appears. We enter and walk through a deserted locker room--obviously for the people who work here. After a few more doors and rooms, we come upon a closet-like room littered with soundmufflers and glowing sticks. Jasper reaches for four sets of soundmufflers to protect our hearing. Bella's probably the only one who will need them if we're going outside. Maybe we'll all wear them for show.

The mufflers aren't that great of a fashion statement. Infact, they're uncomfortable. I want to take them off immediately, just in case that they might be messing up my hair. Not that I work that hard on it. I mean, you can't really do all that much with short hair except spike it. It's still bothering me, though. Vowing not to actually use them until we go outside, I take them off and sigh.

"Jasper," I seem to wail. He casts a look my way that seems to sparkle and laugh. He's so ammused by the fact that I don't understand what's going on. "Just tell me what we're doing."

He shakes his head and kisses me on the forehead, "Not yet. Just follow me. Don't get nervous--"

"--And don't mess up anything," Edward warns in a playful, yet slightly menacing, voice. I roll my eyes and place the mufflers over my ears. Jasper holds my hand, Edward holds Bella's, and we exit onto the airway track.

I'm deaf is what I think first. The noise is much louder than I would have thought--even with the obnoxious mufflers. The wind whips around us, messing with only Bella's steps. Sometimes I wonder if I should just bite her. Get it over with. Again, everything comes down to speed, and her becoming a vampire would speed things up emminsely.

As we walked across the concrete track, I started to imagine what we were doing. Going on a new plane to some far-off country? Meeting someone? Getting some kind of first-class treatment? All I can see happening in my visions is a small plane going to some odd places. Nothing is quite adding up.

And then, after walking for about two minutes, Edward stops us by a small plane. Actually, it's the small plane--the one from my visions. Before I can truely comprehend why Edward's climbing into the plane, helping Bella, I think that I realize everything. I turn to Jasper, and my jaw drops.

"We're stealing a plane?!" I screech. I rip his hand from mine and stare him dead in the eyes. He turns away and laughs. I obviously don't find this funny. I ball my fists onto my hips and give him my most evil glare (which Bella has told me still looks like the face of an angel).

"What?" he laughs.

"I'm not going," I say stubornly. He only lifts me by the waist and pulls me into the plane. I don't fight--there's no point. He'll make me tired and relaxed, and he'll win.

Edward and Jasper climb into the cockpit with Bella and me in the back. I shift my eyes to her in annoyance.

"So," I begin, "That's why they didn't want you speaking."

She giggles with her hands covering her mouth, "Yeah. They knew that you would disagree completely."

They knew right. Edward! I bark in my mind. He looks my way and smiles. I shake my head, why? Why steal a plane? I don't necisarily understand the logic behind this.

"Simple," he says, as the plane starts to roll forward. I can feel it getting faster and faster before lifting off of the ground in a turbulent fight.

"Simple," he repeats as we go up in the air, twenty, thirty, forty feet. "Because we can."