Summary;

I had heard it everywhere. I wasn't good enough and New Yorkers weren't scared to tell me. I was just a 5'4 plain brown-eyed girl 21-year old brunette. "You've got the job." A voice rang behind me.

BPOV:

"New York is not charity. In New York you have to be harsh to survive."

I had my chin cupped in my hand as I stared at the ridiculously breath-taking blonde, Rosalie Hale. She and Alice Cullen worked as presidents for a model commercialization company. I wanted to work t here as a photographer.

"You are none of that…"

I spaced her out. I had heard that everywhere. I wasn't good enough and New Yorkers weren't scared to tell me. I was just a 5'4 plan brown eyed 21 year old brunette. I really couldn't believe I had thought I could take on New York.

"Are you listening to me?" Rosalie asked exasperated. I nodded quickly. I didn't blame her for what she thought.

"What did I say?" She challenged.

"I'm a small, plain, nice, too sweet and innocent brunette in New York City and I suck." I sighed getting up.

"You've got the job." A voice rang behind me. I turned.

"Huh?"

A tiny beautiful pixie walked over.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous. I need a sweet and innocent brunette for this bikini."

I laughed nervously. "I photograph I'm not the photographed."

"Well you're going to be." She smiled at me. "The shooting is tomorrow." She handed me a card. "7 o'clock sharp, please."

She grabbed my hand. "Let me show you the set. Bye Rose!"

I felt the anxiety build in my stomach as I looked around nervously expecting a camera crew to appear and for Alice to jump and say "You're on Girls Gone Wild!"

The elevator ride was crowded. So many beautiful tall blonde models sneered down at me. Only one other brunette was there and she was smiling politely at me. "Hi there, I'm Angela."

"I'm Bella Swan." I struggled to take out my hand and shake hers. Alice was arguing with another blonde over Vera Wang's and Jimmy Choo's.

"Alice hired you out of nowhere, huh?" Angela chuckled.

I blushed. "Is it obvious?"

Angela frowned. "Well that's what Alice does; she jus plucks ordinary pretty girls out of nowhere."

I pursed my lips. "I'm not pretty. That's why it's so bizarre to be here."

Angela laughed like if I were joking. "You'll love modeling. I came to be a secretary and ta-da I'm a model with absolutely no education in it."

"I don't think it's the same with me." I mumbled. "As soon as Alice sees me in a bikini she'll close her eyes and shove me out thru a fire escape."

Alice laughed behind me. "Bella you're a riot."

The elevator door dinged and all the models spilled out. I was following when something yanked the hem of my shirt.

"Where are you going?" Alice frowned.

"Aren't we going with them?" I asked confused.

"Nope." She popped the p as she pressed a button. I stepped back in and felt the anxiety I had repressed when I was talking to Angela.

We walked out onto the lowest floor of the building excluding the basement. It was close to completely black. Alice flickered on a light.

(A/n the following description of the set is completely my idea!)

The whole wall was black and 2 black trees from the sides curled over the center. The black leaves and branches tangled themselves gracefully in the air above the center of the set. The center of the stage was covered with roses spray painted black. Nothing had color.

Alice laughed happily. "I love it! Don't you? I mean it's so…mysterious."

"It really is something to look at." I smiled.

"You'll be given this." She gave me a bright red apple. "You're going to be like this dark angel offering the forbidden fruit. And in way you'll be offering yourself." She ran and brought back a bright red bikini with some pumps.

I felt myself go red. "I thought you wanted sweet and innocent."

"Oh, I do. You see most men find that they want most what they can't have which in this case is purity." She looked me over from my loose Levi's to my brown hooded shirt. I knew what she saw.

"Bella can I ask you a question?" She whispered. "Like a really personal question?"

I nodded.

"Will your boyfriend really won't mind this…or what?" She had faltered in the end when she saw my face of blunt disbelief.

"No, no I do not have a boyfriend."

Alice giggled. "Good one."

"No I'm obvious right now. I don't have a boyfriend." I frowned.

"Sure… Well I have to get home alone again." She sighed.

"Rosalie walked in with a handsome blonde man. I studied Rose. She was obviously Emmett's type and I did owe him a favor…

"Hey Alice do you- Hello Alice?" Alice was staring so longingly at the blonde.

Blonde dude turned red when he saw Alice and looked at the floor.

"Isabella-"Rosalie began.

"Bella, please." I interrupted smiling.

"BELLA, this is my brother Jasper."

"Hello." He smiled in his southern accent.

"Hi." I grinned. "Rosalie, my brother is in town tomorrow and I bet he'd love to meet."

She laughed. "Is he as tiny as you?"

I laughed…and laughed. "He's huge!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Would I know him?"

I shrugged. "He's a quarterback. Do you know Emmett Jesse Swan?"

She gasped. "Your brother is the Emmett Jesse Swan?!" She regained herself.

"So you see wanted to see if you'd come over for dinner at my apartment tomorrow to meet him?" I turned to Alice and Jasper who were sneaking glances of each other. "You, guys too? Tomorrow, please?"

Jasper turned to Rose giving me a chance to wink at Alice.

"Sure." Rosalie smiled widely.

"Okay." Alice and Jasper said at the same time making them blush after meeting eyes. I finally gave them my address and time.

"Alice can you walk me to the entrance? I'm afraid to get lost." I asked quietly.

"Yeah." She mumbled grabbing my hand and pulling me to the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed she screamed…literally.

"I just humiliated myself."

"How?" I asked patting her shoulders. "You didn't talk to him." I pointed out.

"True." She muttered.

"For a confident clothes designer he sure does reduce you to a teenager." I giggled.

She groaned jumping up and down irritated. "I know I know."

"Alice you need to come early to my apartment so you can look comfortable when he gets there."

She laughed. "True! I need to look at home."

The elevator door opened. "The next floor is your ticket out. See you tomorrow. Oh Bella-"She held the door open. "Can I bring my brother?"

"Sure that makes 6 of us." I calculated, "See you tomorrow at seven!"

"Bye Bella." She laughed.

I tapped my foot feeling nervous again.

Me? Modeling? Unbelievable!

"The doors opened and I crashed into somebody. "Sorry, I'm sorry."

I'd knocked myself to the floor.

"Watch where you're going." The musical voice growled. I frowned looking up at him. Green-eyed, bronze hair and drop dead gorgeous.

"Ugh I hate New York." I muttered, sliding past him.

"Wanna join me in the elevator?" He winked at me.

"My face went red. "No, thanks!"

I walked off, preparing for tomorrow.