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Full Summary:
Bella Swan is a hooter's girl, and doesn't take anyone's shit. The few years that Bella has worked there, no one has caught her eye. Until Edward comes in one day, that is. Mesmerized with him, she makes a painting of him, and what happens when he finds it in the metropolitan museum in New York City? He struggles, scouring NYC, looking for the one called 'Cherry Pop'.
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"What's the big news, Bellaboo?" Jasper asked once again, using that horrid nickname.
I shook my head playfully and kicked off my chucks.
"C'mon," He whined, stamping his foot like a two-year-old.
"Alright," I said, giving up. "Emmett McCarty."
"What 'bout him?"
"He asked me to make him a piece for his collection!" I squealed out loud.
"No shit?" He widened his blue eyes.
"I'm serious!" I grabbed the business card from my pocket and handed it to him. "His cousin's my teacher, and she's been showing him my work!"
"Damn Bells," He smiled. "You're gonna be famous. Like that Pizza dude."
"Picasso," I corrected him. I couldn't help but smile wider as he read the card.
"So what, you're gonna paint something? Sculpt?" He asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I have a few pieces locked up in my closet, but I wanna start off fresh."
"You'll do great," He smiled, ruffling my hair in affection.
Jasper's my partner in crime. My best friend. We met in high school, after my 'near-death-experience', as he liked to put it, we hit it off. I tripped over his skateboard one day after school, in a Bella-like fashion. After that, we just seemed to get closer throughout the years, even going to prom together.
"Thanks Jazz," I smiled.
I couldn't believe it. I've been applying to get some kind of my artwork in the metropolitan museum for ages, but no such luck. Then, a top buyer, the Emmett McCarty, approached me one day in the studio. He wanted me to make him a piece.
"What do ya think he's gonna do with it?" Jasper asked, settling into his seat with the remote in his hands.
"I don't know. Probably sell it to some museum," I shrugged.
"My Bellaboo's gonna be faaaaammmmoouuuuss!" He sang.
"Shut up," I said, playfully slapping his chest.
"C'mon Bells. You're at the top of your class, and are at the studio like, twenty-four seven. You've got the skills to impress 'The Emmett McCarty."
"I just need to find an inspiration," I sighed, grabbing the remote out of his hand.
"What about...me!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Nah. I made that drawing of you in the tenth grade. Live with that," I waved him off.
"Mean. What about...Rosalie? Or Angela? Or your job?" He listed.
"Gah, I hate my job," I said, wrinkling my nose. I worked night shifts at Hooters, and boy did I hate it. Everywhere I turned, there'd be drunk, horny guys whistling and eye fucking me. Disgusting pigs. I hated them. All of them. Except Jasper, of course. He knew me inside out, and I trust him. Unlike the filthy bastards that decide to eyefuck me while I hand them their beers.
"That's why you hate all living breathing men. Except me, of course," He said with a sly smile.
"Yup. 'Cept for that last part," I smiled back. He narrowed his eyes and snatched the remote out of my hand.
"Hey!"
"Nuh uh uh, little Bellaboo. Go work on your 'big project'," He said, turning to the T.V.
"Bastard," I muttered, getting up.
"Give me a holler when you want me to drop you off for work," He added.
"Yeah, yeah sure," I mumbled, stalking to my room.
I sat down in my bean bag chair, a sketch book and a pencil in my hand.
I tried everything, a landscape, objects, even resorting to Jasper. I drew his soft yet striking jaw line, the crinkle in his eyes when he smiled. I drew in the small dimples on his facte, the mess of his straightened hair on his head. He was truly a handsome guy. I'd date him in a heartbeat, but we couldn't risk that awkardness if it didn't work out. Besides, he's up on this whole 'trying out different women' thing.
"Ugh," I grumbled, throwing the sketch book to the ground. It wasn't good enough. Who knows where my piece could end up. Hell, it could even end up in the metropolitan museum. Ha, yeah right.
I looked up to the clock. 5:45. just a bit before my shift started. Another day, another shift avoiding horndogs. I grabbed those horrid orange shorts and slipped them on, along with my tank top and my jacket. I brushed up the knots in my hair and applied cherry chapstick, an effort to moisturize my dry, chapped lips.
"Jazz!" I called, grabbing my bag and phone.
"Coming!" He called back.
I walked into the living room, waiting for him to come out of his room. I desperately tries pulling down the shorts, but no such luck.
"Ready to go?" He asked, emerging out of his room in his signature look; a flannel shirt, black skinny jeans and his DC's.
"When will you stop dressing like we're in high school again?" I sighed.
"It'll never get old," He smiled, grabbing his keys from the coffee table.
"Not if you rip your pants again," I muttered.
"It was only once, and I 180'd that stair perfectly," He said, beaming proudly.
I giggled and followed him outside to his beat up mustang. I slid in the passenger seat, the smell of twizzlers and cigarettes.
"I'm guessing Marie's been here?" I asked, buckling the seatbelt.
"Yeah," He sighed. "She's been really good lately--"
"Say no more, please!" I begged. "I don't need to know the escapades that have taken place in the back seat."
"Suit yourself," He sighed, pulling out of the driveway. I fiddled with the radio, setting it on an indie station.
The Maine started blasting through the speakers, and I sighed, humming the lyrics.
"We're here," Jasper said, pulling in an empty spot. I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Pick you up at eleven?" He asked.
"Yup," I said, kissing his cheek lightly.
"Be safe, Bellaboo," He said with a smile. I smiled back and got out.
That's when my inspiration hit me.
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