OMG! Look who's back? I know, I can't believe it either. But I'm in a bit of a funk with my current original fiction novel (stuck halfway through writing it), had the idea spark for this, and I just ran with it! I don't know of an update schedule at the moment, but I already am working a few chapters ahead so hopefully it'll be quite regular. This isn't going to be an epically long story, and the chapters will be shorter too, but just know that I'm happy to be back for the moment and hope you all will enjoy what I have in store for you here.

Beta'd by Twilight Crystal, whom I couldn't do this without.

I only own my plot!

Cover Girl Chapter 1

He stood in front of the magazine rack, looking at only the titles as the covers were shrouded underneath the plastic wrappers. He knew which one he wanted, which one she would be in, and now that he was finally eighteen, he would be able to buy his own.

He first discovered her when he stole one of his brother's hidden stash, leafing through leisurely until he came across her article. He memorized every detail. She was only five-foot-three, but her long legs made her look much taller. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, and pale skin that burned easily in the sun. She liked historic romances, classic cars from the fifties and sixties, and her music tastes varied from classical to modern alternative. Her favorite attire was her worn out Chucks, skinny jeans, and a baggy shirt. She liked Italian food and her favorite entrée was mushroom ravioli.

She was all he had ever dreamed of since finding that edition, and he made sure that his brother never got it back. He also routinely searched his brother's collection for more of her photos, spreads, and feature articles. She wasn't in every edition, and never in any of the other brands that his brother purchased. He wasn't sure if his brother noticed the missing editions, but he was careful to hide them away and treated them like gold because they held his only connection to her.

Finally reaching down for the one he wanted, he carefully pulled it out of the slot and carried it, with shaking hands, toward the counter. The girl working the register looked at him, down at the magazine, and then back at him. Her jaw was working overtime annoyingly smacking the gum in between her teeth. She didn't speak, just stared at him as if silently assessing whether or not he was old enough to purchase the item in question.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, his shaggy red hair began to stick to his skin, and his hand shook as he reached for his wallet to show his driver's license and pay for the magazine. As he opened his wallet, the silence was finally broke by the cashier, her nasally voice grating on his already frayed nerves.

"So, you gonna pay for this or just stand there and sweat?" she asked, smacking her gum every few words.

"Umm, yes…yes. How much?" he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat as he made an attempt to speed up the transaction and get the hell out of the store.

"$6.41, need anything else?" she asked and he just shook his head, pulled out a ten dollar bill, and eagerly awaited his change.

She slowly counted it out and deposited it back into his shaking hand, then slid the magazine into a paper bag and handed it to him with a smirk.

Gladly taking it, he turned and headed toward the door. Just as he was about to walk out, the cashier called out to him in her horrid voice, making him shudder with the thought.

"You know, a real woman like me is much better than spanking off to a glossy picture!"

Not replying, he hurried out of the store and into his car, squealing his tires as he raced out of the parking lot and headed back towards Forks. He had driven all the way to Port Angeles to buy the magazine knowing that purchasing it at any one of the four gas stations in Forks would guarantee his parents finding out. He couldn't even fathom the embarrassment he'd receive if his mom and dad knew what he had just purchased. He'd surely get the 'safe sex' talk from his doctor father, and his mother would scold him on the realities of women and how he needed to find a nice girl, probably going as far as trying to arrange a date for him with one of her book club friend's daughters.

No, he needed to keep his purchase a secret and as he placed his palm on the prized purchase in the passenger seat, he sped up just a little so he could get home sooner. The sanctity of his bedroom called to him where he could enjoy the next edition featuring her, the only woman that ever called to him, the woman he simply knew as Rosalie.

So, I hope you enjoyed and if you feel like reviewing, please do so. It's been a long time since I've posted and I'm anxious to see how you all like my return to FF. I don't know if it'll be permanent, but know I won't abandon this story. It will finish. Until next time!