Hello All!
It's been literal years since I wrote a fanfic and Im hoping I've improved in my writing if anything.
But here I am back with another.
Summary:
Aspiring wildlife journalist working a poorly paid internship at a men's fitness magazine in Chicago, Bella is desperately trying to save the money needs to move to Washington DC where her dreams of working for the National Geographic await. But will her plans change when she meets Edward?

**Important Note; when preparing for a story I like to design my main protagonist's (in this case Bella) outfits using the sims as it's just an easy way that I can customise outfits and styles of the individual while being able to fully visualise it. I will be posting screen caps of the outfits as they appear on my blog for this story. The address for my blog is simply my user name dot tumblr dot com :)

Also, if anyone is interested in being a Beta for this story, checking spelling, grammar and all in all just making sure im on the right track and not making stupid mistakes in terms of plot PM me because I'm notorious for overlooking mistakes.

Anyway… here we go!

I tapped my foot impatiently and checked my watch for what seemed to be the tenth time.
12:35. Shit. This was not going to go over well with my boss. James expected his lunch at 12:30 on the dot...
"Excuse me?" I grabbed the attention of the young redhead chewing gum behind the counter, she looked up at me as if I'd left a bag of flaming dog crap on her door step "I told you. It'll be ready when it's ready." Redhead immediately went back to picking at her acrylic nails. I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes… the last thing I needed was spit in my boss's chow mein. "I know that but I called this order in an hour ago and you called me ten minutes ago telling me to come and collect…could you please just go and check?"
Redhead took a deep breath and let it out 3 seconds later in the most dramatic huff I've ever witnessed before begrudgingly going and rifling through the orders under the heat lamps.
"Well would you look at that" her nasally voice was starting to get irritating, the sooner I'm out of here the better. "It's all here" Redhead dumped my food in front of me and waved her hand in the direction of the door… Heh. Yeah. Don't have to tell me twice.

I walked, or shall I say half sprinted back to the offices, checking the time as I bolted through the doors and up to the elevator. 12:45… Aghh as if James needed any other reasons to pick my ass for petty things. I was working an internship for Men's Fitness Chicago… and it was a complete. And utter. Nightmare. My boss was sleazy and thought criticizing me unjustly was going to get him into my pants, I had to walk an hour here every weekday, sometimes weekends if I was needed, from my crappy apartment I shared with my roommate Jasper just so I could get people coffee and lunch and hell I'm fairly certain my back would be being used as a footrest if it were legal. This isn't where I saw my Journalism degree from Columbia taking me…

As soon as I had the door to James' office open an inch I heard him.
"Ah. The world famous journalist has arrived. Welcome Isabella. What must it have been like on your tour of Europe? Im so happy you finally decided to come back – Oh! And with food! What must I have done to deserve such kindness?" James wiped a fake tear from his eye and placed his hand on his heart.
Nothing. I inwardly glared. "I'm really sorry I'm late Mr Hunt, the food-" I began to explain only to but hushed by the boss from hell.
"Don't worry about it" James grabbed the bag of food from me and noted my shocked expression, surely he wasn't actually feeling forgiving today? "No one expected anymore from you, we can't be brains and beauty can we gorgeous?" My eyes grew wide as I felt his hand connect harshly with my ass. "And we all know which you got hey baby? Now get the hell out of here, go staple some contracts together or something" James slapped my ass one more time, pushing me in the direction of the door before inhaling his food.

Why that little, sleazy, greasy, disgusting ASSHOLE. Sometimes in life you want something so badly, so badly your heart starts to race at the possibility and right now, for me, that thing was storming back into his office, grabbing his barely there buldge and pulling as hard as I could. He would deserve it too.
No Bella. Focus. Think about why you're here.
And that's what I did, every day here, when things got so unbearable that I wanted to scream I would just carry on with my work and remember that I'm not going to be here forever… just until I've saved enough to get to DC.
My passion and what I wanted to do more than anything was Wildlife & Nature Journalism… and I knew that with my recommendations, extracurriculars and A+ record spanning from high school and all throughout college I would be in with a good chance of nabbing one of the National Geographic's internships in Washington.
It's been my only goal my whole life, and ever since my dad passed away I was more motivated then ever to get there. Charlie was amazing… he supported my dreams my whole life and the day I told him I got accepted into Columbia was the first day I'd seen him cry… and he made me promise that I wouldn't give up. And I won't. So I can put up with James shit for a while longer… I have a promise to keep.

THUMP!
The first thing I did when I got home was flop onto the sofa next to Jazz and laid my head in his lap.
I knew he could tell I had had a worse day then usual and appreciated it when I felt his hand go to my back and rub comfortingly. Jasper and I had been friends ever since we met that first week in Columbia, him majoring in Creative Writing and myself: Journalism. With our common interests in reading & writing we hit it off immediately and I couldn't have been happier. I was so lucky to have found him so soon. I grew up in Forks, Washington and the idea of moving to a huge city especially after losing my father, intimidated me. I couldn't have gotten through it without Jazz. He had quickly become my rock and to this day I know that I can rely on him completely, and vice versa.
"So…How was work?" Jazz does this thing were, when he asks me about work his voice goes a little higher and you can tell he knows what my answer is but is pretending to be obliviously positive… in all honestly it just sounds like he sucked a balloon full of helium.
"Ughhhh" was all I said.
"I see… James?" he said knowingly.
"Mhmmm"
Jaspers hands came to my head and pulled me up to look into my eyes. "Bells. You have to stop letting him treat you like that. It's wrong and quite frankly if you don't report him he's just going to do the same to the next intern he gets"
"I know Jazz… I will but not yet. You know how badly I need that internship… I'll report him when I have enough money"
Jasper nodded in understanding brought his arm around me, kissed the top of my head before standing "So… Pizza? My treat!" he beamed.
I nodded with a pathetic half smile on my face.
"I'll be back in soon, I'm just going to write to Ang" I called over my shoulder before heading to my box of a room. Angela was my best friend growing up in Forks and it broke my heart having to say goodbye when I went to Columbia and she went to Stanford but we never lost touch. We had been writing each other letters every week since we left and got together every so often. I miss her.

I wrote and told her all about my struggles at work, although it was nothing new and she'd heard it all before and I begged her to try and take some vacation days from her job at the Sciences Academy to come and visit me. I needed my sister. Jasper was great and I loved him so much but Angela… Angela is a force to be reckoned with and if anyone can take my mind off of how shitty things are right now... it's her.

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