SUMMARY: The average Bella Swan is about to have her life thrown in hundreds of different directions. Living in Forks, Washington, what will she do when she is offered the main role in a new movie with Edward Cullen, the infamous playboy? Will Edward be different than what the tabloids make him out to be, or will he be the handsome jerk that everyone knows him as? And most of all, will Edward be able to make Bella love him?
Hey guys, I hope you like the new story I'm playing with. This is my first real Fan Fiction story; my other one being something that should have been on Fiction Press.
Reviews really do mean the world to me, so please, if you do anything, review.
I will probably update this story once a week, if not, once every other week. Right now I am leaving to go on a vacation, so I might not be able to update for two weeks. I'm sorry, but if I wasn't so busy, it would be so much easier to update.
Lots of love to my readers and reviewers :)
-Bondidog
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters. They all belong to the great and powerful Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1: The End
Bella's POV:
Today is the day.
Today I finish something that has kept my life exiting. Today I leave the comfort of my protectors and find something new to do with my life. Today I start down a new road that leaves a fresh and unfamiliar path for us to take, which shall lead us to new careers in the future.
Well, today was that day. It was the day that most seniors were exited for. It was the day that I have been dreading for the last few weeks. But now, as I walk around, cleaning up all of the empty beer cans from the premises, I know that it is finally over.
College. Now that it is over, a different trail is starting to lead my life elsewhere.
"Bella," a voice called, "are you almost finished cleaning up outside? Alice and Angela want to talk to you inside the house."
"Okay Charlie. I'll be in as soon as I can!" I responded, trying to sound as enthusiastic as a depressed twenty-two year old could. I couldn't sound too depressed for Charlie's sake. I mean, no father wants his child to mope around all day.
As I put the last can in the trash-bag, I couldn't help but stare out at the fading sun. It was twilight, the time of day where the night is about to begin and the old rays of the sun were fading off into the distance. It is the sign of a new beginning. Maybe the after life of college won't be as bad as it seems; maybe it will be easy to get a movie debut. I mean, I have my masters in acting from Forks University, and I finished top in my class; all I have to do is get recognized. I let my fantasies get the best of me and gazed unseeingly into the falling sun.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!!" an annoying, high-pitched voice chimed, "IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR ASS IN THE HOUSE IN THIS INSTANT—"
That was all I needed to hear before I sprinted into the house, nearly falling flat on my face when I crashed through the door.
Alice and Angela burst out in laughter once they saw the state that I was in. "What… do you… want?" I asked coldly and obviously out of breath.
"Well… since it was YOUR graduation party, we thought that you shouldn't have to clean up all of the garbage for a change. Let your Dad do it instead," Alice replied in a cheery tone.
"What's got you so cheery, Alice?" I asked, completely ignoring the other subject.
Angela chuckled, "Haven't you noticed that Alice is ALWAYS cheery?"
"Unfortunately, I have," I muttered under my breath, but just loud enough so that Alice could hear me.
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that," she quipped, "but your punishment is going to be having to sit through a chick-flick with us!" And with that she hopped off of the kitchen counter and plopped herself down on the couch before patting the two empty spots next to her.
Angela and I chuckled lightly before taking our seats beside her. It's best not to mess with Alice. "So, what are we watching?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing…" Alice said mischievously, "just a movie starting the hottest guy in the universe!" She squealed.
"Is this certain someone the same someone who just dumped his 27th girlfriend of his acting career? A certain someone named Edward Cullen?"
"Of course! Whom else would I be talking about?"
"But Aliceee," I whined, "Why do we have to watch such an unintelligent pee-brain act in an unorthodox movie about nothing?"
"Because he's hot," She and Angela said instantaneously. "Also," Angela chided in, "he IS a very talented actor."
"I bet that Bella could give him a run for his money, though," Alice added.
"Yeah, yeah, lets just watch Eddie-boy run around like a maniac in this movie," I sighed in resignation. These were going to be very long two hours.
And so when the girls were ogling Edward's muscles, I was sitting with my back to the couch, scoffing at all of the bad actors and actresses surrounding Edward Cullen. I can act so much better than them, I thought. Soon it was hard to stay awake, and I looked over to Alice and Angela to see if they could help me in my predicament. They were, however, fast asleep on the other couches. Alice with her petite frame sprawled out all over the place and her head hanging off the couch, and Angela with her lanky body curled up into a tiny ball and hair sprayed out like a fan behind her. There was not much hope for staying awake, so I reluctantly turned my head to the plasma television screen and let the dreams of a green-eyed prince named Edward Cullen succumb me.
I awoke the next morning to find myself lying upside down on a couch and having a splitting headache from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night. I looked around the room, only to find Alice and Angela in the same predicament, both clutching their foreheads and groaning from the slimmer of light that peeked through the window shade. I slowly trudged my way over to the bathroom to see the damage that was done last night. The person in the mirror looked back at me, tired and red-eyed from not enough sleep. This person had long brown hair that had little popcorn cornels tucked inside the strands, brown eyes that were the color of mud, and ghostly white skin. Everything about her screamed Plain-Jane. I kept on looking at the figure in the mirror, trying to figure out who it was, until I realized that it was me. I took a step back and gasped. This look was worse than usual; my customary self was at least a little more put together than this person. There was a slight shuffle coming from behind me, and I knew that the girls had woken up. I would have to take a shower quick if I didn't want to face the wrath and fury of Alice Brandon.
I felt the warm water go down my back and sighed. Showers are one of the most beautiful and calming things in the world. SOME people should give other people time to appreciate that. I was broken out of my modest reverie by a furious knock pounding on the door.
"Bella! If you don't get out of that shower in two minutes I swear I'm going to come in there and get you myself!" Alice screeched. I sighed, knowing that a long shower would be too good to be true, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my clothes off of the toilet seat and then marched strait out of the bathroom and into my room. There on the bed, were two very impatient looking girls.
"We've been waiting," they said in perfect unison, Alice, of course, being one octave higher than Angela. It was pretty amazing that they could do that, but still completely creepy.
"I'll be downstairs cooking breakfast for everyone," I said warily.
"Okay!" Alice said, obviously more cheery since I mentioned food. Angela just rolled her eyes and strode towards the bathroom.
"Hey, wait" Alice screamed, "I was supposed to go in first, remember?" I chuckled half-heartedly while making my way downstairs.
Cooking was one of my favorite hobbies. I mean, who doesn't love to fool around in the kitchen? I even have one of those aprons that say, "kiss the chef!" I started pulling out the pancake mix as I turned on the T.V. While deciding to leave it on Fox News, I watched as the pancakes hardened from goo to mush. Sometimes food could be such a disgusting thing, but I love it. It's one of the only things I do besides acting. My thoughts were stopped short when I heard the kitchen alarm go off and smelt the burning pancakes.
"SHIT!" I screamed.
"That's not very lady-like Bella," Alice chuckled disapprovingly while striding into the room. She looked gorgeous, as usual, in a short, light brown cashmere sweater dress that clung to her curves perfectly, a dark brown leather belt hanging right above her hips.
"Well," I growled, "if you don't want blackened pancakes, you better come over here and help me."
"Fine, fine," she said, surrendering. As we starting making a new batch of pancakes Angela come down the stairs in a short, green summer dress that ended mid-thigh. She nonchalantly sat down at the bar stool and started watching the television.
"Pancakes," Angela stated dreamily, "yummy…" Alice and I stared at her dubiously until she said, "What?" After that statement we just couldn't hold in our laughter anymore.
"Yummy?" I asked, out of breath, "Really?"
"What? Yummy is a very useful adjective. YUMMY!!!!" she shouted. Alice started rolling on the ground and I had to clutch the table to stay stable. Hearing Angela say, "Shhh, I actually want to hear this you guys," broke up our hysterics.
"Hear what," I gasped.
"You know," Angela said sarcastically, "sometimes the programs on the television can actually be interesting. This one is about a new movie that is going to be made. Maybe you two would be interested in it too." Alice and I both turned our attention towards the television and became engrossed with the reporter on the screen.
"We are here on the newly made set of What Tastes the Sweetest with world famous actor Edward Cullen. Edward, what do you have to say about director Emmett McCarty's decision about the main female part of the movie," the woman asked, trying to be professional while flirting with him at the same time.
"I agree whole-heartedly with Emmett's choice. He has been my friend for quite a while now, and I think that introducing some new talent to the acting industry would be appreciable," he stated, flashing a fabulous smile.
"So you are perfectly fine with the fact that thousands of average people are going to be showing up at the set of What Tastes the Sweetest to try and become your female partner? I mean isn't that a little—"
A high-pitched squeal erupted from somewhere in the room, diverting my attention from the T.V. to a bouncy, giddy Alice. "Alice," I sighed, "what is it?" For all I knew she could be scheming a way for us to go to Hollywood and kidnap Edward Cullen from the set of his new movie.
"I have the best idea!" she shouted, "We can all go to Hollywood and try out to be the main part in What Tastes the Sweetest! One of us could get the part, and would become the newest lover of the dreamy Edward Cullen. And even if we don't make it, we still get to see him when we try out!"
"Alice!" I groaned, "That is one of the most obtuse ideas you have EVER thought of. Anyways, you know how much I dislike Edward Cullen."
"But," she argued, "If you do this it could make your career in acting sky-rocket. Not only would you be famous, but you would be offered a ton of other movie sponsors." The more I toyed this idea in my head, the more tolerable it seemed to be. I wouldn't have to enjoy working with Edward Cullen; I could just enjoy being there and acting professionally.
"Alright," I replied, "I'll come with you Alice. Even though it is a stupid idea, it might just work."
"I won't be able to go, though," Angela said, "I'm going to spend the summer with my fiancé, Ben. Remember?"
"Okay, Ang," Alice said, mournfully, "Bella and I will go"
"Actually, I'm not so sure if I want to go anymore," I feigned serious.
"Why?" Alice asked, aghast.
"Because if I do, I will have to be on a plane with you for more than an hour."
Alice looked cross, "Well, I'll make sure to drink some coffee right before I get on the plane." She raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
"Fine," I growled surrendering, "I'll come peacefully if you don't consume any caffeine." I said this knowing that she was probably an excessive coffee drinker.
"Aww silly Bella," Alice exclaimed, her eyes glinting with amusement, "You should know by now that I don't drink caffeine. It was just a fake threat… hmmm; maybe I'm not half bad at this acting thing after all," She said thoughtfully. I, however, had my jaw open in shock after she said, 'I don't drink caffeine.'
"Seriously, Alice?" I breathed, my mouth still agape. Alice and Angela just laughed at my inane expression and nodded.
"On a completely different matter, when do we try out? We might not make it there in time," I said, contemplating what Alice would do to get there in time.
Suddenly my attention was turned back to the television set.
"So when are these much anticipated tryouts," the reporter asked Edward while flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"The auditions start tomorrow at noon. So, if anyone thinks that they can get the part, please come and audition. I'll be waiting," He said with a coy wink.
The screen went black.
Alice shrieked. "Oh. My. God. I have to book the flight, and fast!"
"Maybe we could just not go," I said under my breath. But nothing goes undetected by Alice.
"You are not backing out of this, Isabella Swan; I have a feeling that something very important will happen there. I think I might meet my sole mate, if it's Edward Cullen or not, I'm not sure." I always scoffed at her belief in sole mates, but looking into her eyes I found truth radiating around her pupils. She always did have an uncanny talent to predict the future; maybe she wasn't far off in her prediction. "Enough arguing," She stated, "I need to make some phone calls!" I chuckled, leaving her with her work. It isn't time to argue, because tomorrow, I, Bella Swan, am going to Hollywood.
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xx Bondidog
