IMPORTANT!! READ!!!
Okay I changed my penname for just a couple of reasons. My new name is mySillycobra324 and I should be keeping it there for as long as I can. :] I've finally got the third chapter done and I tried making it as long as possible for such a horrible delay. It's been… a difficult summer. Read & Review! And please no flamers, I doubt my temper can hold that long for what good mood I'm in.
Oh, and the office for Cullen & Co. is right on the outskirts of Times Square, in NYC. Alice lives in her parents' mansion in a small town right off the Big Apple. Rose has a flat in the city to herself. It overlooks Central Park. Bella owns a small two bedroom apartment that Charlie and Renee both bought her for graduating college.
"Psssstt! Rose…! I think I should poke her!" giggled a high pitched feminine voice.
"What-no! Alice Mary take one more step closer-Alice!!" interrupted another girl, whisper-yelling.
"But, Rooooosee!!!! She's been out dead for--6 and a half hours according to my watch!! Why can't I just wake her up please!!! I won't jump on her like last time!! Really, I swear. Plus, I have to get her makeup done-oh and her outfit! That facial worked wonders for her last night…" said Alice, going on and on.
"Alice, I swear. You never reset your watch after that trip with your parents. She had 4 and a half hours of sleep thanks to you. I TOLD her just to go to sleep. But noooo, she had to stay up with you, common courtesy shit. Fuck that. Alice-don't-touch-her-ugh!"
"Oh!!" giggled Alice. "'Kaye, the time's right again! But, Rose! It's six-thirty! We're supposed to be there at nine! She promised she'd come. Look at her-she's just lying there, sleeping. Seriously, dudes, you guys like hibernate at night!"
"Yeah, Aly hate to break it to yah, but catnaps don't suffice for everyone! Aly-no-touch her and hell will break loose-Alice Mar-no-!"
"TOO LATE!!!" screamed the little pixie and my eyes flew open as I realized what was gunna happen. I rolled off the couch-which was a real wake up call, her sofa was way more comfortable than her carpeted floor- and landed on the carpet face-down with a soft thud. I rolled over and spit my hair out of my mouth when I glanced over at Alice. Who was conveniently convulsing with laughter on the couch. Then she stood up and started singing 'Everybody clean up, clean up, clean up…' and I looked over at Rose.
"Alice Mary, you have got to be the most alert wake-up call and worst cleaner-upper ever," I started out.
"And I swear, one more time with Bells AND I, I'll be sure to tell your doctor about your whole multiple personality syndrome thing- frosting on the-cu-ahhh-pcaaake…" added Rose with a yawn. "Besides, shouldn't you have a snooze button, woman?!" I heard her murmur at Alice. "I'm gunna go shower." She decided and stumbled slowly into Aly's bathroom.
"Come on chop-chop! While you lazies were sleeping around, I had the privilege of bathing first!! Let's go Bella, Rose, geesh, you guys are NOT morning people!!!" commanded Alice, walking around, clapping her hands for attention.
"HEY! Slow and steady wins the race!" I laughed grabbing a towel from her bathroom before Rose showered.
"Well then by noooowww, you must have at least triple Phelps's medals. Dude, could someone ever trudge any slower?!" she argued back teasingly, eventually throwing her arms up in exasperation at my exaggerated pace.
"I resent that! I prefer the term dudette, thank you very much," I replied.
I heard Rose snort through the open doorway of the bathroom.
"You have to earn it first!" she yelled as she started running the water. "A dudette that doesn't like getting her nails done weekly and gossiping as often as necessary! It's practically criminal!" she exclaimed.
"Yup," agreed Alice, nodding her head looking at the carpet. "Sister's soul needs some more weekly conditioning for her hair!" Then her eyes lit up with recognition of what she said.
I stumbled backwards, towel in hand. Alice, conditioner, plus 'Bella Barbie's' hair. Perfect disaster set up.
"Yeah, um, Aly, I think-I'll just go-for a shower in the main bathroom- yeah-bye!" I stumbled over a pen, how opportune, in the process of scrambling away.
"But Bells-you can't possibly risk split ends! Biggest day of my life here!!" She yelped running after me and jumping over the beanbags stacked upon each other.
"Your day-not mine! Love you!" I glanced back and saw Aly staring at me with her wide round eyes and pouty lip. Oh, come on, Alice-must you be so cruel?!
" Umm, well I'd rather-shower-without someone ELSE conditioning…my…hair. Alice! Aww man, umm, you can pick out my…outfit?" I said, my voice going up an octave at the end of my offer.
"Aww geesh, Bells you're so awesome and I love you and you're the bestest friend someone could have and you won't regret this!" She turned around and went to the box on the wall whilst still talking. She opened the electrical box and turned a few keys and buttons and the speakers started with music and the disco ball retreated back into the ceiling. The lights turned off and her tall windows let in the picturesque view as the automatic blinds opened up at Alice's push of a button. "….and yes, purple IS nice color on you..but a nice cerulean would be rather lovely, I think personally. Rose def wants a nice scarlet blouse paired with a skirt and I think I'll go an emerald green today? No…maybe a nice sky blue would do-or …!" I let her ramble on and walk into her closet as I snuck out her door.
"Lather, rinse, repeat, Bella!" she shouted before I closed the door.
I laughed. Aly would never change. I made my way to the main bathroom with my customized bathrobe, courtesy of the little pixie. I remember when she presented me with it about a year ago.
Flashback
"Here ya go!!" exclaimed Alice when I walked through her front door after an exhausting day of work. Billy had me call quite a few agencies about possible advertisement spaces-probably the first thing he ever asked me to do. He worried work would overwhelm me from college work. And, apparently a social life, as I overheard him telling Jacob. I talked to him about said "social life". Yeah, outside Rose and Alice, I had not much of one. College graduation had happened over a month ago, and Alice and Rose majored in Fashion Modeling and Campaigning. Alice's back-up was in Fashion Designing while Rose's was in Mechanics-of all things. I majored in Literature and had a back-up in Photography. I saw the beauty in capturing those moments that can never be re-created. I had the "fancy camera and everything!" as Rose put it.
I sunk down on the living room couch as Alice bounced down her grand staircase, a wrapped present in her arms. The wrapping paper was purple and blue shades interlocking into a complicated yet elegant pattern. The bow was pink. I strained to think. What holiday was it? It was mid-June (okay, work with me here. In my world, graduation from colleges are a bit earlier than most middle- and high-school graduations which mainly take place a week or two before the start of July. It most likely never ever works this way, but my story, my messed up school year :D) and not yet Alice's Half-mas celebration yet, I had until July 25th to refuse another gift from her…except for now.
"Err, yeah no can do on that," I muttered, one eye lazily looking at Alice for a reaction and pointedly looking at the gift as she sat next to me on the couch.
"Of course you can!" she replied. Damn! What day is it?! It wasn't anyone's half birthday, or real birthday, for that matter. I was about to ask what day it was when she interrupted, "no special occasion. Well, actually, well- to me maybe but not as much to you. And I did sort of get bored last week and decided to go shopping and- ahhh just open it!"
"If I did, I'd give you the false hope of me keeping what's in here," I stated, suddenly hungry for dinner. Charlie called at work. He was staying late again and had to cancel on our plans. With an apology, he told-no he asked me to go have some fun. So I come here. To a surprise present. I just LOVE those. Thanks, Charlie. "Why're you so excited anyways, Aly? It's raining outside," I said in a monotonous voice. No shocker about this weather. It had been one of the rainiest summers ever people have said. "Besides, you get me too much stuff. Let me at least pay you back. It probably cost like a hundred bucks and I should at least pay you half seeing as you wouldn't ever let me-"
"ICANTHEARYOUANDSOYOUCANOPENTHISNOWANDTHANKMELATER!!!...actually, I'm kinda hungry now," she stated simply, throwing the box in my lap and walking through the French doors into her kitchen which was complete with a granite countertop island with high chairs. I could smell the mouth-watering aroma of pepperoni pizza waft into the living room. I was about to go eat when none other than Rose walked through and blocked me.
"Aly's on break. You're my responsibility. Quit the stubbornness, it's so second grade, Bells, geesh. Just outdo her at Christmas and swallow your pride," she laughed. I was so taken aback at her appearance that I sat down when she pushed my shoulder back. Rose stood before me, in blue plaid pajama pants and a loose fitting T-shirt. Green slippers accompanied her feet and her hair was pulled back. In her hand was a slice of pizza. She had on a long fuzzy bathrobe.
"You're a mess, Rose," I said, confused.
"Had to turn down Jeremy after class. I feel like shit too, if that helps. Headache," she replied.
"Because of the robe?" I questioned.
"You like?" She twirled in satisfaction and did a curtsy at my feet. When she turned around I saw it read 'Lily's Mom!' on the back and I snorted with laughter.
"Time in fourth grade?" I asked, cracking up.
"Time in fourth grade. Wait 'til you see yours," she smiled mischievously.
"Aww, man. Ms. Lily's Mom, you ruined the surprise!" I cried in fake disappointment. I opened the present, saving the bow for Aly who marched around with them, usually.
I unfolded the smooth textured rob from its confinement and let it out in front of me. I turned it around to the back and it read 'Jelly Belly!'
"Oh, come on, ma!! One time in kindergarten and they never let you forget it! Geesh I'm sorry Charlie thought I was allergic to peanut butter! It's not my fault I had a jelly sandwich on picture day!!" I shouted.
"Was it his fault that you tried getting OUT of the one-time picture day thing by rubbing jelly all over your shirt?" Rose replied cunningly.
"Point proven."
End Flashback
I sighed and set the bathrobe on its hook. I ran the water and got out my favorite strawberry shampoo-Rose and Alice had approved. As I showered, I let the warm water loosen the muscles in my back and relax my shoulders. Thirty minutes later, I reached down and turned off the hot water to let the cold spray on my body and face, a few seconds was usually enough to wake me up fully. I stepped out and after drying myself off I wrapped my hair in a towel and put on my robe and slippers.
"Nice 'do. Yah know, it really works with you from… THIS angle!" laughed Rose, kneeling and looking at me through her rectangular frame-shaped fingers.
"Thank ya'll very much!"I said, taking my bow.
"Hey, did you ever notice how…beautiful…Jasper Whitlock's eyes are? They're like a sparkling light ocean blue. But not any ocean-like… like the ocean in Bermuda! So clear and beautiful and…" rambled Alice, lying on her stomach, a magazine perched upon her beanbag. The stereos were playing '1, 2, 3, 4' by the Plain White T's-who Rose had actually met. Her father was the band manager's lawyer in some case about magazine libel. Alice started humming along with the song when she and Rose jumped up.
"Let's go, Bella, we haven't got all day!" scolded Rose right as I made myself comfortable on my beanbag.
"Yeah, I mean you can't just show up at the Cullen & Co. offices in your Jelly Belly robe and towel. Oh mustn't forget the slippers," added Aly, giggling.
I stared at them.
"Whaaaat now, Bells?! Staring is rude, geesh," Aly continued, picking up the magazine and bringing it with her into her closet.
"You guys think I'm going with you? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd be honored and everything, but--that's too much to ask! I mean, it's YOUR day, you two! Besides, I need to do some job hunting," I moaned. Billy had happily taken me in, what with Jake always being at his job at the garage, but we were practically family. And I didn't want to end up tripping and falling into someone important or spilling said important person's coffee all over their suit or designer dress. I could ruin Rose and Aly's chances and I wasn't willing to risk it. For their sake.
"And that's exactly the reason why you're coming, geez," Rose started and continued, " Bells, I swear; your memory gets foggier every-OW!" she screamed after Alice elbowed her.
"Aww fuck," she muttered, putting her head into her hands. "Um, change of subject-YES that means that you're coming, and that's that- your outfit!"
I was about to protest when Alice cut in.
"Listen, Bells, you're gunna keep politely refusing but the fact of the matter is that you're our good luck charm. YOUR personal danger is OUR way of having fun..and, err, and of gaining from your unfortunate experiences- ahhh whatever," she said, shaking out her pixie hair cut, frustrated. She used her hands a lot when she talked I had noticed and watched them as she swatted the magazine into her palm, counted on her fingers, and absentmindedly flipped through pages of the magazine. I hadn't realized she had been talking. "…Oh! And like that time in middle school where you had a cold and sneezed, remember? You had accidentally pushed Rose in the back and pushed her out of the way of the pigeon nearly pooping on her shoulder! Yeah!" said Alice, her voice gradually getting louder with reassurance, more on her behalf, I believe.
"One word: traumatizing!" exclaimed Rose, shuddering.
"Anyhow, here we are in the magical world that is my closet. This is the outfit we laid out for you," Alice said after I realized we had somehow walked into it. Very gracefully, she pointed out the outfit hanging on the wall and I look around.
"You guys could seriously win an Olympic gold medal if they made a sport out of changing, doing hair and preparing make up for the day- while already looking the part of a model," I laughed.
"Oh, Bells, how many times must we tell you-we're willing to be your coaches." Alice said
"Agaaain?!" I groaned. "I don't need another lecture- "
"Oh, but you do," started Rose.
"No, I can change. Yep, totally capable of it!"I began, taking the towel off my hair and putting on the outfit without even looking at it. "Some privacy?"I mumbled, distraught that they just stood there at me, ready to laugh.
I heard a chorus of mumbled 'yeah's, 'whatever's and 'Bella's always right's, and I smiled as they turned around. It was enough for me.
"Hey, you're right Aly, Jasper sort of is cute but that Emmett, hubba hubba!" Rose announced, taking Alice's magazine to get a closer look.
"Hubba hubba, seriously, Rose?" I asked. "Does anyone even know what that means anymore? Nice choice of lingo."
"Thank you very much, I appreciate it. I know I have totes awesome lingo, Bellsy Wellsy!" she gushed spinning real quick on the spot, giving me an air hug and spinning back to look at the magazine once more.
"I don't know what you, or half this country's population for that matter, see in these seemingly jackasses. I mean really? How much more obnoxious can UNDERWEAR models get?" I asked, taking a serious turn in the conversation.
"Bella!" Alice gasped. "Well, anyways… ," she said, recovering with deep breaths. "ICALLJASPER!!!" She turned around and grinned cheekily, ear-to-ear.
"And I most definitely gotta have Emmett! I mean really- just LOOK at his muscle! Yum!!" piped in Rosalie, turning around to face me too, pointing out a flexing Emmett McCarty in the article photo.
"Ahhh! It's gunna be perfect. Rose and Emmett, Jasper and me, Bells and Edward!" squealed Alice.
"Hah! You wish!" I scoffed. "He wishes!! Besides-it's not like you guys would have any difficulty getting to date these guys, but - really- they're such players. And if you did date them would you seriously want people lamer than these," I took the magazine and glanced at the article, "Shanainai or Shaniquah or whoever these people are ruin your lives with all these lies?" I paid no attention to Aly's trademark "don't-get-me-any-more-pissed-than-you've-already-made-me" frown and started finger combing my damp hair. And how coincidental was it that the one and only modeling company they were willing to work for was the one where the "Hey, does anyone happen to know what time it is?" I questioned, not wanting anyone to be late.
"Shit!" muttered Alice walking back into her room.
"This discussion is not over yet, young lady!" scolded Rose, wagging her finger at me before following Alice.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear yah…!" I mumbled, throwing the magazine in my hands in the metal bin before stepping out of Aly's closet. As soon as my foot hit the carpeted floor outside, I looked up and saw Alice's makeup and hair counter ready for me. I hesitantly sat down in the chair and let Rose work magic on my slightly still wet hair and Alice do the makeup as I admired their speed. When they were done I had seen that it was just before a quarter after eight. We had little precious time left. Rose and I liked arriving early. I stood up and Alice smiled.
"I'm-so-proud!" she fake sobbed and Rose went behind her, placing her hand on Aly's shoulder, her other hand over her heart. She nodded her head and said, "I know. They grow up so fast." Cue their sighs. I laughed and we all walked over to the mirror. I gasped at our reflections.
I know, I know. After knowing Aly and Rose since we were practically toddlers, I shouldn't be surprised at the miracles they can make happen. But they manage to get me every. Single. Time.
Rose was beautiful as always, her long wavy blond hair hanging loose, with a side part. Two small front sections of her hair were braided and pinned to the back together. She had on a short red dress. It was halter-necked and low-cut, coming down and stopping at the middle of her boobs at a jeweled section of the dress. The dress flowed loosely to above her knee. She wore a 3/4 sleeved, fake-white leather jacket on top of it. She completed the look with a subtle hint of lipstick, mascara, and heels. Alice wore white short-shorts, a loose yellow peasant top which was tied down at her hips with a thin white belt and a short black, cropped-sleeve jacket. She finished it off with eyeliner, her normal pixie haircut and black gladiator sandals. It worked for her. Now me they dressed up in something I normally would never even look at if we were in a department store. Or online. Or in a catalogue. Dressing up was just not in my dictionary. Rose had done my wavy chestnut colored hair into soft curls. She surprisingly pulled it back into a rather loose, but firm bun, a few curls cascading down the sides of my face. She had blown out my bangs to the side. I had never seen my hair like this. It was amazing. As for makeup, Alice went out of her way and applied the smoky palette to me. The light brown eye shadow and brown eyeliner matched my hair and brown flats. They had me absentmindedly dress myself in a not-tight, but fitted sapphire colored shirt with short sleeves. The material felt silky, yet very comfortable. With it, I wore a simple black skirt that fell halfway to my knee and had small slits on the sides of my legs.
"Stunning," smiled Rose as I looked over our outfits again.
"Congrats, Rose!" said Alice excitedly, shaking Rose's hand.
"Now there, I take my hat off to you," Rose said, plucking an imaginary hat off her head and bowing to Alice.
Alice giggled and clapped her hands. Then she started walking away and Rose and I followed in pursuit. Rose picked up three pairs of sunglasses and I knew that meant we were gunna take her convertible. On the way to the offices, Rose drove-she knew her way around the city better than Alice and I. Unless it was Alice's specialty: the best stores and places for shopping. We stopped at a Starbucks' and picked up some coffee. I opted for a strawberry lemonade this time. Yum. Caffeine, and alcohol for that matter, did not suit me well.
Half an hour later, Rose pulled into a medium sized, but packed, parking lot. Most of the cars here were as flashy and ostentatious as Rose's shiny cherry-colored car. The next two minutes Alice spent by climbing and standing on the car seats, trying to find an available car space.
"Oh God-Rose, watch those turns-hey that's a pretty car color-Rose-ahhh!" she screamed as she constantly lost her balance, nearly falling.
"Aww, Alice! I TOLD you to stop-stepping-on-the-seats-!" Rose replied and made a sharp turn into a tight fitting space between a black Mercedes and silver Volvo. I am almost ashamed to admit that my heart stopped beating as she made that turn and Alice shrieked as she fell on the floor in the backseat. Alice's shriek surprised me and into the air went my Starbucks strawberry lemonade.
"Not on my car!" whispered Rose in fear. Her eyes widened and her prettily manicured hand came up to her mouth as she looked up.
"Rose if anything happens, I love you and I want you to know that before you possibly kill me," I said very quietly, grabbing hold of her other hand.
Splat!
The drink came down, down, down and splattered all over the hood and inside the open window of the silver Volvo to my right.
"Yes!!" shrieked Rose in happiness. She quickly hugged me and proceeded to kiss all over her steering wheel as I moaned. "Mama loves you, baby. Yes, that's right! I love you!!" she said smugly, hugging the steering wheel and even kissing the rearview mirror. And then hugging the back of her seat. Putting my head in my hands I wondered who this seemingly expensive car belonged to. Then I knew the answer. Someone who could sue my ass off.
Meanwhile, Alice sat up and patted down her inky black hair as she foolishly stuck her tongue at Rose. Then she stuck her head between Rose's and mine.
"What's I miss?" she grinned. "All I heard was a 'not my car!', 'I love you, Rose don't kill me', splat, 'yes, mama loves you hunnybunchkins, and some moaning and groaning-!" I snapped up, grabbed her chin and pivoted it to my right. "Oh snap! Someone's gunna get their ass sued-bad!" she laughed. She had managed her little speech at the speed of light all in one breath.
"My words exactly," I mumbled. "Hey, shouldn't we clean this up or something..?" I asked but was cut off by Alice.
"Well, there ARE better spots you know…" she started and slowly stood up again. "Hey, and Rose? Drive slow this time. Bella could end up getting run over with her luck. By you. Hell, by a toddler on a tricycle." She giggled. "Oy! By that yellow Jeep!! GO, GO, GO!!" she yelled, patting the side of Rose's car.
"Geez," I mumbled. "Rose I told you not to let her buy that cookie. It was humongous!"I scolded Rose.
"Whatever," said Rose, shrugging it off with her shoulder. "Aly! Let's go!" she held out her hand to Alice. "Jasper's this way!!" she smiled and pointed her thumb back to the building behind her.
"Ooooh," went Alice and hopped out of the car. I followed, rolling my eyes, but laughing.
When we entered, Rose walked straight to a receptionist's desk that sat right in front of a huge golden plaque-sign-practically a monument-sort of-thing that read:
CULLEN & CO.
MODELING AGENCY
I looked around at the high ceilings and tall windows. And exotic flowers. And pictures of designers framed all over the walls. And Alice looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and commented on how the lighting made me look prettier or something. That girl is nuts. I watched as she skipped over to Rose. I saw three offices, all aligned on the wall in front of us. To the right I saw reception, a clock that told me it was 5 to 9, and what looked like a long hallway with more pictures that led to some more rooms. To the left was the waiting area, complete with a coffee table and a few magazines on lamp-lit desks, a few sofas and vases upon vases of flowers. It would have normally seemed clustered and overcrowded, but it worked here. It looked like something Alice would have put together. I spotted Rose thanking the receptionist and walking over to the sofa with Alice in tow. I suddenly felt the urge to pee. Of course. I walked over to the receptionist and waited for a few seconds until she was done with her phone call.
"Good morning, how may I help you?" she asked me with a bright smile. Her nametag read Angela.
"Morning," I smiled at her, resting my hands on the smooth shiny countertop. "Um, do you happen to have a restroom in the building?" I asked, blushing. I felt the blood rising up to my cheeks.
"Why, of course," she said, smiling at me. "The restrooms are right over there, to the right of the waiting area," Angela told me, pointing over the desk to two doors, labeled for the respective users.
"Oh," I said, glancing back. "Thanks!" and with that I turned and headed for the corner, pointing at the doors and mouthing bathroom' when Rose looked at me up from her nails and Alice from her fashion magazine. I was watching Aly and Rose for a second too long because I unexpectedly tripped over a step I hadn't noticed was there and caught myself at the last moment. My knees were bent and my arms outstretched, landing like a gymnast. Only, I had tripped over my own two feet. I kept my head down and my face in between my hands and felt the warmth on the skin of my palms. I rushed to the bathroom and was but 20 feet from it when the last conference room door swung open and missed all but a hair on my head. Well, not literally, but a gust of air shot out and hit me full on in the face. I was, for the first time I can remember this year, that I got lucky. My nose could have been broken.
Shocked, I kept walking and felt even a stronger urge to pee. Right then and there, I walked into what felt like a brick wall. I felt my head hit the cold floor and passed out for God knows how long.
"Dude, nice goin'. I mean, seriously, how many 'fans' come in here and faint? At the sight of you alone? That is fudging annoying after a while, man. Yah know how much Jaz and I out through for you?" asked a deep voice above my head. I moaned and tried sitting up, but a throbbing pain was sent through my temple. Stupid shiny cold floors.
"Don't be an idiot, Emmett. Edward, don't listen to the moron. What'd she do, just walk into you? Wow, that looks like it'll be a killer headache. And really Emmett, 'fuck' is not that hard to say. Besides, you're not one to talk about fans. I saw you flirting with some dirty blonde the other day at the Gucci photo shoot." Said a not as deep, but gentle voice. I tried opening my eyes. They let up the tiniest crack and a heard a high-pitched shriek. Alice. I shut my eyes tight in frustration.
"OH MY GOD, ROSE! OH MY GOD!" I heard the pixie shriek. Did she have to exaggerate on these guys Emmet and Jasper standing over me? I mean they must just be like-Edward. They said Edward. Edward, Emmett, Jasper. The three biggest male model icons in the world. And they worked for Cullen & Co. Where we were at. Oh God. Did Alice just see Jasper's signature long blonde locks and scream in excitement. Ow, my head hurt.
I felt someone lift my head slowly and I winced in pain as they rested it in their lap. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the blurriness of everything before I realized Rose and Alice staring down at me in anxiety. I tried to sit up and Rose pushed my head back on Alice's lap. She stroked my hair and Alice spoke.
"Hun, if you keep getting hurt I won't always be there." She smiled.
"Alice, there for sure would be other people there. It's mainly in public when crap happens. I mean I can't go around in bubble wrap." I laughed shortly looking pleadingly at Rose and Aly. They looked at me like I had died my hair pink and had it braided like the Wendy's girl and skipped around with a giant swirly lollipop in hand whilst yodeling. Or so I had done in one of Rose's dreams, apparently.
"What the HELL did she just say?!" asked a frustrated, stressed out voice. It was a really handsome voice but it seemed covered up with, with something weird.
"Rose," I asked her confusingly. "Why can't they hear me?" I arched my brow, I knew what I was saying and despite the small, infrequent frazzled looks I now received from Rose and Aly it seemed like they at least got the gist of what I was saying…right? Oh crap, I was making a huge fool out of myself in front of the three most famous male models in the world. I wasn't sure whether I should care or be ashamed.
Alice's eyes suddenly got wide and she looked up, suddenly realizing the presence of a few other people. She turned her head and smile-gasped. An Alice thing.
"Pleased to meet yah, Alice Brandon," she beamed at them and shook hands, lingering onto a long, lean sturdy hand just a bit longer, I noticed.
"And I'm Rosalie Hale. Pleasure to meet you," Rose said with a smile as she, also, shook hands with the three guys. Men. Models. Billionaires. Whatever they were.
I heard the three guys introduce themselves while Rose and Alice continued to smile like big idiots. I wants to sit up but the head pain, not as bad as the first time, burst through my temple and lingered for two seconds before dying down. It was horrible. The trio and Rose and Aly slowly ended their casual conversation and a pregnant pause took place. I moaned and Rose coughed pointedly.
"OH! Right, yeah. Guys, this is Isabella Swan, our friend since God-knows-when, kindergarten, was it?" Aly smiled looking down at me.
"Pretty much," I said slowly.
"SHE SPEAKS!" yelled the deep voice, presumably Emmett, with a laugh.
"Yeah, sorry you had to see her like that before," laughed Rose casually. "She gets all funny when she hits her head. You okay, Bells?" She asked me pointedly.
"Mhmm," I mumbled, frustrated. I was fine. I just may need an aspirin or two. Possibly three if the ringing in my ears didn't subside. I finally sat up and felt all woozy so I closed my eyes. I heard movement of feet which meant people stand up but despite Alice's hand soothingly rubbing my back, the sudden wave of nausea hit me and I stood up for the bathroom quickly. I took a step and winced but took another step. My back leg didn't support my weight and I came crashing to the ground. At least I didn't hit my head as hard this time around.
"What the fudge was that?" I heard Emmett say, aggravated.
"What? I heard another guy's voice respond.
"Dude, you were right there, why didn't you catch her? You knew Em and I were getting some ice packs!" I heard Jasper yell in a whisper. I glanced at the girls and Rose was furious while Aly looked plain shocked.
"What's this chick done for me?" Edward, I realized it was, muttered and I saw him lean against the wall nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, hands in pockets. "Besides, you two of all people know it's not my best day!"
I felt two people come down beside me and sit me up. Alice put ice to my forehead and Jasper held my back. This dude was nice. And he didn't even know me. Emmett-that guy was scary.
"Wow, okay, my bad, one flipping gerbil and a Calvin Klein dea-get over yourself man. Go cry us a river and come back to us when you're done working your money making face enough to build a bridge and get over your petty problems, man!" I heard Emmett say. Yelling. I don't like yelling. Pounding head. Ringing ears.
"Jackass," I heard Jasper mutter and Rose came over and held my head. My head, pounding, ringing, yelling head. Little circle and spots came up in my vision and I gasped. Couldn't breathe. Ringing, pounding, searing temples.
All I remembered was someone yelling at Angela to get an ambulance and a young lady with caramel colored rush in and Emmett lift me up. As they placed me in the ambulance I looked out before everything went black and saw Edward. Leaning against the wall. Shrugged shoulders. Blazing green, cruel eyes. Hands in pockets. Not a care in the world. Jackass.
I heard Aly sobbing. Rose was crying. Don't cry. Not for me. I'll be alright.
And then my vision shut off automatically.
okay stick with me here. This was going to be totally different. i must have rewritten everything 6 or 7 times over. maybe 8. i had the plot leading in one direction and I've been having these dreams lately...apparently i got Bella's story wrong as i had originally had it down as. confusing, yes. So sorry. and Edward...is a difficult topic. He has nothing whatsoever to anchor him down in life and Emmett and Jasper had originally been more family-oriented, more to say in future chapters. That's mainly why Edward is such a jackass to everyone EXCEPT the two people who had been there for him his whole life, Em and Jaz. Oooh, did i give too much away? Hope not. The last part of the chapter-definetely not supposed to have happened. But it's what happened and the truth is unveiled. School is coming soon and i have band camp and orientation adn a whole bunch of stuff for school so unless i get some flu, PM me on why i should keep writing more frequently!:)
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