DISCLAIMER: Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight saga. I , however, do own copies of her books, the DVDs of Twilight and New Moon, numerous photos , posters , a E/B button badge and a wild imagination. The plot of the story is mine too.

Songs for this chapter: I belong to you and Hysteria by Muse

CHAPTER 1

BPOV

"Oh, God!" I exclaimed aloud to no one, the sound of my alarm echoing throughout my apartment.

I couldn't believe it. I had spent the past 12 hours so immersed in my book that I had forgotten to sleep, and a very important meeting was going to start in just three quarters! Fan-freaking-tastic!

I got ready, mentally scolding myself along the way. I was a responsible, sensible adult. I loved books, and I had been known to get lost in them, but this was unacceptable. Why wasn't I able to mark the page, put the book down, and sleep? It seemed like I hadn't had any self-control at all. Just then, I was struck with a very brilliant idea. Maybe I could gain something from that. After all, the meeting was about deciding our next project, and by accident, I had just discovered a very interesting book.

I was a director in rapidly growing independent movie company, New Moon. Ever since I saw my first movie, Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty, I knew that I had to become part of the movie world. I've always been plain and a klutz, so I knew the best place for me to be would be behind the camera instead of in front of it, which is why I became a director instead of an actor.

I got in my old trusty truck, working through details from the book in my head that I wanted to highlight. I had a very good feeling about it all. I switched on the radio, singing along with my favorite songs as I drove into work. When I arrived, I parked in my usual spot and went straight to the conference room. Suddenly, I was ecstatic to present my idea, which I took as a good sign. I'd never been so overcome by a movie idea.

I exited from the meeting with a very overwhelming feeling of pride and accomplishment. The board had approved my idea, and we would start as soon as possible. I felt so good that I decided to celebrate with, what else, a book-shopping spree. Three hours, and about ten books later, I made a hot cocoa and relaxed in my favorite chair, grabbing one of my new buys and losing myself in its pages.

I must have dozed off, because I woke up with the first lyrics of I Belong To You (my current ringtone).

"Hi, Bella!" ,squealed a very pleasant, chirping voice at the other end of the phone.

"May I please ask who I'm speaking with?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I called you before they told you about me, didn't I? I'm Alice Whitlock and I have an agreement with New Moon to be the costume designer from now on, since Millie is going to be a stay at home mom."

"Oh, that's okay; I was just a little surprised since I don't give my number to strangers. Welcome to the team, Alice."

"Silly Bella, pretty soon we won't be strangers anymore. The reason I'm calling is that I want to meet with you tomorrow and talk about the new movie and my thoughts on the costumes. I've read the book before and I loved it, so I already have some fabulous ideas."

"Alright, tomorrow sounds good, we can have lunch together."

"Great! I have to go now, but I'll see you tomorrow!"

I ended the call, smiling. I liked the new girl already. She sounded so cheerful and full of life that I suspected it was impossible not to like her. I bet she would have everyone wrapped around her finger in no time. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was almost 10, and I was half-asleep by the time I made it to my bed. Sleep came quickly after a long hectic day and my life was filled with hectic days, but I didn't care, I liked it that way.

As I was walking towards the restaurant, where I would meet Alice, I had one of my famous meeting new people panic attacks. I'm very shy. Well, scratch that, almost agoraphobic would be better. Yet another one of the reasons I became a director and not an actor. I'd been trying to beat my fears though so I did the best thing I could in that situation. I walked right into the restaurant to look for Alice. I called her that morning and she'd told me to look for a woman with black hair and green eyes. As I made my way through the tables, searching, I heard her unmistakable voice.

"Bella? Over here!"

I turned my head towards the voice, and saw a tiny cute girl, waving at me. I managed to get to the table without any damage and sat next to her, my nerves still on high alert.

"Hi, you must be Alice." I said, reaching out a hand. "How are you?"

She shook my hand with her small, soft fingers, and it was comforting, like hugging a long lost relative.

"I'm good, but I want to apologize again about yesterday, I feel terrible. I really get ahead of myself when I'm excited, and I love this project."

Working passed my anxiety; I tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay. I'm the same way sometimes. I actually forgot to sleep two nights ago because I was reading the book. I had a meeting in the morning about choosing a new project. So, I turned my gaffe around, and made it my idea for our new movie. It's a miracle that it worked."

I couldn't believe I had just told her that. Her face lit up with a brilliant smile at my explanation, and all my panic, both over my initial meeting with her and my confession faded. Something about the pixie like, barely five foot, girl with the lovely face made me feel that I could trust her. I think I already considered her a friend.

"Oh!" She squealed. "That was brilliant! I, of course wouldn't have shown up at all, I probably would have called in sick, but you, Bella Swan, you have spunk!"

I felt my face flush at the compliment. I'd been called many things before, but spunky definitely wasn't on that list, clumsy, yes, but not spunky.

"Thank you. Nobody has ever told me that before."

"Well, that's too bad, because you're full of spunk, Bella, and you seem like a brave girl. I've seen your movies. You have a lot of talent." Alice stated with a grin, reaching out to grip my hand with hers. "And I have a feeling that we're going to be really great friends."

My face flushed ten shades brighter, and I couldn't help but smile at her. Just like that, she was in. Alice Whitlock, the new costume designer, and my new friend.

A/N Hello there! First, i want to thank my beta reader Pbroken who helps me sort out everything. Go check out her stories, they're awesome, but before that leave a review. I would like to hear what you think. Even a smiley or a sad face would be great. Please, there's no point in continuing this if i don't know if you like it. I'm gonna stop now because it feels like talking to myself.