It's been many many many months with no word from me. Yet I'm back because I've needed the outlet of writing again. This story shares the same theme as one of my others, the fame part, but the difference is this one is going to be so fluffy and sweet that your teeth will rot on the spot. It's for fun and I don't know how far this will go but I'm gonna keep writing until the need for this outlet goes away. Also, this is beta free so I do apologize for the errors that you'll see.

Disclaimer: I literally own nothing. I just play around with the characters and put them in silly/sexy/sweet situations. All credit goes to the rightful owners.

Chapter One: I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…I was enchanted to meet you.

Deep breaths, Bella.

Why was I freaking out again?

It was no big deal.

I was just going to a simple charity function. Sure said charity function was being hosted by the record company that had signed me not even five months ago—McCarty Records—but it was still just a run of the mill charity function.

Did I mention that this evening I would be surrounded by Hollywood's hottest? No, well yeah that was also a small insignificant little detail. Just me, plain ole Bella Swan, being surrounded by the likes of Beyoncé and Adele.

Psssh, no biggie.

Okay it was a very big biggie and I was pretty sure I was seconds away from hyperventilating.

I don't know why I was finding myself in such a situation so soon. I did expect to be exposed to other celebrities in my future—I did have a record deal—but I didn't think it would be this soon and at an event this huge.

I felt my stomach roll.

I don't think I can do this. I'm not ready, I haven't prepared at all.

Okay, so that's not entirely true. My manager—even in my nervous state I still found the energy to squeal at the thought—Angela had taken it upon herself to start slowly prepping me for the world that I've dreamt of since I was a little girl.

But most of the stuff we talked about didn't exactly apply to this situation. I highly doubted I'd have hundreds of cameras shoved in MY face tonight. I'm sure I'd have a picture taken in passing but who would focus on me when there were other incredible people gracing the carpet?

I wouldn't even focus on me.

I could just imagine myself face planting on the carpet because I was too busy checking out my favorite celebs.

I groaned at the thought.

Please, please, please don't let me embarrass myself tonight.

I didn't want to be known as 'the girl who did a face plant when arriving at a charity dinner' for the rest of my Hollywood career, no matter how long or short it may be.

Maybe the heels weren't such a good idea.

I glanced down at the five inch black heels that adorned my feet.

I wasn't the world's clumsiest person but put me in an awkward situation and I somehow manage to trip over everything and nothing all at once.

Yet Angela nearly stabbed me when she saw my tattered old chucks on my feet when she arrived with the car to pick me up. Angela, as amazing as she is, can be a little scary sometimes.

She's lucky I owned a pair of heels.

Once upon a time, you couldn't find anything besides chucks or flip flops in this girl's closet. It wasn't until I had a meeting with Mr. McCarty that I decided that I needed to buy something to make me look presentable.

Hell, I was lucky I could afford this dress. Given it is something I bought roughly two years back but it was an adorable little black dress that gave me the confidence boost I needed for tonight. Angela approved so that means it wasn't too casual for tonight's events.

Note to self: buy more dresses for events like these in the near future.

Being a wannabe singer/songwriter isn't exactly easy nor nearly as glamourous as I thought it would be once. I always thought that I'd move to New York and live in an amazing apartment and get signed up within a week. Yeah, well that didn't exactly happen.

I had to get a job, and eventually two jobs, to be able to afford the ridiculous rent of my little tin can studio plus all the other bills that came with it.

Eventually my dream got put on a backburner because I was either too exhausted or too busy to be able to look for someone to sign me. It was pure luck that I got signed with McCarty records, which was one of the best record companies in the world.

Mr. McCarty—or Emmett as he's constantly telling me to call him—was out on a date with his wife when he stumbled upon me preforming in a bar. I was only up on that stage with my guitar because our talent for the night had canceled and my boss was franticly trying to find someone. She called several people—she didn't exactly have faith that I could entertain the bar—but eventually gave up because everyone was too busy to come in on that short of notice.

Several sets later, M—Emmett approached me with his business card and told me to call him in the morning so that we could discuss my contract.

Just like that.

My dream was finally coming true, nearly four years later but it was better late than never.

"Bella? Earth to Bella?"

I blinked focusing on the dark hazel eyes of my manager.

"Sorry," I flushed, sheepishly. "What were you saying?"

"We're here."

Here? Already?!

I glanced out the window and noticed all the flashing lights. Now that I wasn't wrapped up in my thoughts, I could even hear the shouts of the reporters as star after star posed on the red carpet.

"Is that Rosalie Hale?!" I gaped as I stared at her beautiful form. She looked like a goddess in her sparkly floor length red dress and wavy blonde locks.

Suddenly, I felt underdressed.

"It would appear so," Angela said looking as calm as ever. "Are you ready?"

"No." I gasped but I didn't have a choice. The door was opened up and a hand was held out to me by the man who had opened it. I shot Angela a panicked glance before taking the man's hand and getting out. "Thank you."

He bobbed his head and helped Angela out.

"Just relax," Angela said as she pushed me toward the carpet. "No one will focus on you just yet. There may be several pictures snapped but just smile and act normal."

I nodded mutely.

She wasn't lying.

For the most part, I was left alone. Yet I did get stopped twice to have my picture taken. I tried not to act as awkward as I felt as I gave them a grin and a blush.

It was weird, staying rooted in place while they snapped a billion pictures of me but I did it.

"See, that wasn't bad." Angela smiled as we finally made it inside the hotel.

I shrugged but I did agree. It wasn't terrible but it was definitely something that you'd have to get used to.

"Bella!" I heard the familiar voice of Emmett yell. I let my eyes wander over to him and his wife. They had been standing in the hotel's foyer greeting each and every guest while also posing occasionally for a picture or two. Emmett looked as dashing as ever in a dark tux and a vibrant yellow bow. His normally brown curls were slicked back in a more formal style but that's all that had really changed.

His wife, Alice, I had met on two occasions. She was incredibly hyper both of those times and kind of intimidating. She was a fashion designer who was known for her incredible fashion shows, I should know since I still dutifully watch them every year via Youtube.

Alice looked stunning in a knee length yellow dress and white stilettos. Her normally long hair was tucked in an intricate bun that looked like it took ages to do and her makeup was flawless.

And once again, I felt underdressed.

I grimaced.

"You made it!"

"Yeah!" I tried to be enthusiastic instead of the nervous bundle of flesh that I was. "What a turnout."

"Even bigger than last year," he boasted. "You're looking beautiful tonight." he took my hand and kissed it before forcing me to spin around.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I cast him a wink. "But we both know that Alice takes the cake."

She scuffed but leaned forward to kiss both of my cheeks. "Hardly."

"How are you both tonight?"

"Excited," Emmett boomed. "I have so many people to introduce you to tonight so don't run away."

"Is it that obvious that I feel like doing that?"

"Very," he grinned cheekily. "We've all been there so don't worry. Just relax, have a drink—mingle."

"A drink sounds nice actually."

I had given myself a two drink limit tonight. I wasn't really a big fan of any alcohol but I did partake on occasion, usually when I'm either nervous or ready to celebrate.

Tonight I was a mixture of both, hence the two drinks.

"It's an open bar, plus we have several servers with champagne. Why don't you go on in and grab something?"

I nodded. "Do you guys want anything?"

"We're good." Alice responded "I can't drink anyhow." Right, she was pregnant. Child number two on the way. I met their first child, a cute little boy named Liam who looked just like his daddy with brown curls and blue eyes and even dimples.

"Ang?"

"Chardonnay, please."

I nodded and took off toward the bar.

It took me far longer to get to the bar than it should have. I kept getting sidetracked by all the celebrities that were in attendance tonight. Several of them did stop to talk to me when they noticed me staring a hole in the side of their faces.

Angela would be proud.

I didn't scream in their faces nor did I attempt to feel anyone up. It got pretty close with Gerard butler but I managed to refrain.

Finally, after what felt like an amazing eternity, I was at the bar which was packed with both celebrities and several other unfamiliar faces. I sat on the one empty barstool, closest to the wall, and waited patiently for the bartender to get down this far.

I decided to check my Tumblr while I was waiting. I was in the corner after all so this was a pretty safe place to entertain myself with that wonderfully random addicting site.

I unlocked my phone and smiled back at the beaming, and shirtless, Edward Cullen. It was from his last movie, a movie that was pretty much just about sex, and he had several shirtless and naked scenes in it.

You think this is bad you should see the collage I have for my laptop background.

Sadly, I realized, that I didn't see Edward here at all. That was both depressing and welcoming because frankly, that close call with Gerard wouldn't happen if Edward were to be here.

I could imagine the headlines now.

'Crazy fan kicked out after molesting Edward Cullen at Charity Fundraiser'

I snorted rather loudly as I scrolled through my dash.

I had several of those 'Pass to amazing people' chainletters in my inbox as well as several other sweet fan mail from tumblr friends. My tumblr was a jumbled mess of pictures I took of New York, short vines of me singing, plus snapshots of my handwritten lyrics and recently even a few of me in studio.

I had a steady following of 200 people and I was proud of it.

This was my personal blog but I did have a fan blog for things that concerned celebrities and even funny little things that amuse me to no end. My side blog has a total of ten followers which was fine, it was more for me to look at when I was having a down day rather than to entertain other people.

I reblogged several cat pictures and complicated recipes long before the bartender even glanced in my direction but it was all good. I wasn't in any rush.

When I grew bored, or rather when I felt like I was about to be sucked into the urge to just blog for hours on end, I switched to twitter to update my feed.

My twitter was far more popular than my tumblr was mainly because McCarty records tweeted me months ago to announce I was their newest signee.

I went from about 60 followers to over a thousand in one night. And I didn't even have anything out yet! I guess it was one of those 'I knew her while she was in the making' sort of deal for some people.

Although others just followed me for the sake of a follow back.

At a Hollywood party, trying my best not to fangirl too hard. #thestruggleisreal

"Is this seat taken?" a soft velvety, and very British, voice asked from beside me.

I stiffened in my seat.

That voice, I would know it anywhere. Obviously after watching a million interviews and movies with said voice, you'd be able to recognize it instantly—even if he does technically use an 'American' voice in several of the films he does.

Edward

Fucking

Cullen

HOLY SHIT.

I turned my head slightly to see him and our eyes locked, dark brown to dark green.

Breathe Bella.

Breathe.

"Uh, I…nope." I coughed, trying to act nonchalant when all I wanted to do was scream and touch his beautiful scruffy face.

Please let me touch your face.

Do not touch his face!

He smiled, a soft crooked grin, before sinking into the chair beside me and running his hand through his already crazy, crazy but beautiful, bronze locks.

Relax.

Stop staring at him!

I cast my eyes down as I lock my phone screen and place it back in my clutch.

Maybe I should've kept my phone out, pretended I was doing something important. At least that way my hands would be full so I couldn't reach out and run my hands down his body.

Pervert.

Yup.

"Thank you." He said, his voice causing me to tingle in all the right ways. "I don't think we've met before," he added. "And I've met just about everyone here at one point or another."

"Oh, I'm a nobody." I grimaced at my choice of words "I mean—not a nobody because obviously I am somebody buuut still up and coming." I rambled, flushing once more. "I was signed with McCarty records a few months ago."

He smiled, "So you're a singer."

"Singer Songwriter," I confirmed.

"So you're beautiful and talented."

"Hey, I must fit in here then." I tried to joke. God, that was such a fail. A normal girl would've said thank you for calling me beautiful but nooo not I!

Wait, Edward Cullen just called me beautiful.

Me.

I felt a squeal bubbling up inside me and I tried my best not to let it out, I couldn't control the slight bounce that I did or the giddy expression.

Well, you win some you lose some.

"I actually think you stand out, by a mile."

I frowned.

Beautiful but not enough so to fit in with the rest of the Hollywood starlets?

"No, no no. don't take that the wrong way," it was his turn to blush. "You're gorgeous, stunning…I saw you from the moment I walked in."

"Oh." I bit my lip. "Isn't that what they say about you on all the wonderful covers?"

"Only because they haven't seen you yet," he smirked.

"That was…smooth," I giggled

He chuckled, "Thank you. I try."

"You succeed." I said. "Are you this smooth with all the ladies you meet? Must be a fulltime job. How in the world do you have time to do what you do?" I gaped at myself. "Wow, I didn't...that…I'm not trying to assume…ugh, you know what. I'm just going to…" I zipped my lips willing the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

He goes and complements you and you pretty much insult him. I mean, it wasn't that bad but at the same time I kind of accused him of flirting with all the girls he comes across, which in his line of work is a lot.

Edward, on the other hand, was merely laughing. I scowled at him but this was much better than him becoming offended, stalking off, and muttering ugly things under his breath.

"I'm sorry, really."

"It's okay," he said, his eyes were light—genuine.

"I ramble when I'm nervous which technically means I put my foot in my mouth a lot. That's just me though. I promise I'm not as weird as I'm coming off." I blurted out, not at all helping my 'I'm not a weirdo' campaign. "Can we just start over?"

He pouted, "I was thoroughly enjoying your rambling. You're adorable."

Adorable.

I coughed, "At least one of us is enjoying my rambling."

He grinned. "What's your name?"

"Isabella Swan but friends call me Bella."

He held out his hand, "I'm Edward Cullen."

Instead of embarrassingly muttering an 'I know', I took his hand and settled for the much more tame "Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine."

I smiled brightly at him and he smiled back.

"I'll admit, I'm a huge fan of yours."

He blushed, "So you don't think I'm a complete fail at acting?"

"I wouldn't be a fan if you were a fail," I laughed, he looked so nervous—it was cute. "I'll admit, you do have a few choice movies that are terrible but it's not so much that you were terrible rather the plot was all kinds of fucked."

"No one has ever called my movies terrible to my face." He didn't look the least bit offended though.

"I did say a few choice movies were, not all of them. But yeah, sorry. I can't even lie. That one movie 'Tidal wave' was a train wreck, start to finish. I only enjoyed it because you were shirtless about 90% of the time."

Great compliment, Bella.

Bravo, ten points.

Your movie was terrible but hey, don't worry all us perverts enjoyed it because you were shirtless all the time.

Edward took it all in stride though, "Glad to know that taking off my shirt helps. I appreciate your honesty. Most people would just tell me that everything I've ever done was remarkable, no flaws. Sometimes I wonder if they've seen the movies I did during my teens," he shuttered.

"You wouldn't be human if you didn't have any flaws," I pointed out. "And I'm sure they don't remark on them much because you were technically still learning the ropes, being a child actor and a teen actor is far different then being an adult actor, I think—I wouldn't know but—" I shrugged. "And well, my comment before still stands, looks give you a certain leeway." I flushed.

Edward was a Hollywood golden boy. He was gorgeous, never in the news for doing anything bad, he helped out in so many charities, and was just a good soul in general.

But as I did said, people were either obsessed with how he looked so they didn't exactly critique the movie rather they critiqued the way he looked in it. I suppose they took the easy way just so they didn't offend him because some celebrities are absolutely vicious when they're work is critiqued in a bad light.

"Very true," he said, thoughtfully.

I hadn't realized that Edward and I were leaning toward each other until the bartender appeared and startled the two of us.

"What can I get you to drink, sir, ma'am?"

Oh right, Angela's drink!

"A glass of chardonnay, actually make that two glasses."

"I'll have a beer, any." The bartender bobbed his head and quickly went to get our drinks.

"So this is your first big event?"

"Yeah." I said, glancing around. Many people were already taking their seats—getting ready for dinner.

"Nerve-wracking isn't it?"

"Yup. I nearly hyperventilated in the car." I admitted. "And I'm not even famous."

"You get used to it. I'll admit, it's still annoying to be followed around constantly but you get to do what you love—so why not accept that small price to pay?"

I nodded in agreement, "That's why I haven't run for the hills. Being able to perform and write my music, it'll all be worth it."

"Will you be performing tonight?"

"No," I pouted sadly. "I wish. I bet Emmett thought I wouldn't feel ready to perform yet, in front of such a talented crowd."

I'll admit, the thought was terrifying but the feeling I get from performing overshadowed everything else. It was better than any drink, any drug, out there.

"Well that's too bad," he seemed as down as I felt. "I suppose I will hear you soon enough."

I nodded, "Soon but I'm not sure how soon. We're three months into recording my first album and still have a bit of a way to go but Emmett told me that they'll release a song of my choice long before my actually CD comes out, you know to build the hype."

"I look forward to it." Edward said. "Just know, I'm already your biggest fan."

"You haven't heard anything yet."

"I'm still team Bella. I'll have a shirt made and everything."

I laughed.

"Your drinks."

"Thank you." I said, digging through my purse for a tip.

"I got it," Edward said, handing the bartender a crisp twenty dollar bill.

"Thanks," I said. "Well, I better get to my table. Looks like everyone is settling in for dinner."

He nodded, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I hope we get to hang out again soon."

I smiled, yet inside I was screaming. "That'd be cool."

I patted myself on the back for my calm collected demeanor.

"I guess I'll see you around." I added as I picked up the two glasses of wine. I had barely made it an inch from the barstool when Edward stopped me.

"Bella."

I whipped around so fast I'm surprised I didn't give myself whiplash. "Yeah?"

"Can I have your number?"

"My number? As in my phone number?"

He wanted my number?!

"Yes, silly. Your phone number." He chuckled. "Do you have your phone? I could put my number in it for you."

"Yeah, totally. That'd be…yeah," I coughed. I nearly threw the glasses of wine on the bar in my attempt to quickly get my phone out of my clutch. If Edward noticed he didn't comment but I could see his eyes were very light, almost humored.

Unlocking my phone as I simultaneously started handing it to him, I realized my mistake. My background was of him laying shirtless on a bed, jeans hung so inappropriately low.

But it was too late, my IPhone was already between his long fingers.

"Wait!" I squeaked, reaching for it.

But he saw it. I saw the exact moment he saw it as well and my heart sunk in my chest.

"Nice background," he commented with a smirk.

"Did I mention I was a fan?" I asked while my face filled with color.

If the floor would like to open, now would be literally the best time in the world to take me away.

"You may have mentioned it in passing."

A few moments later, my phone was safely back in my hand and my face had finally finished filling with a lovely shade of fire engine red. The upside to all of this was that my phone was opened up to my contacts and under the E's was Edward Cullen.

I smiled softly down at my phone.

I was excited, there was no doubt about that, but deep down this excitement felt like more than just fan girl excitement. I had butterflies in my stomach, the good kind that you get after bumping into someone you felt a deep connection with.

The possibilities.

The clicking of a camera caught my attention and I glanced up with a frown. Edward was smirking at me, his phone angled in my direction.

"It's only fair." He shrugged and turned his phone around so that I could see that his new wallpaper was…was me.

"I suppose your right." I bit my lip. "Do you…mind if I take one of us together? I won't post it anywhere or anything." After all, I gotta let fangirl Bella have one of her biggest wishes for not completely fucking up this encounter.

"You don't even need to ask," he said, shifting closer.

I grinned and pressed the side of my face against his, his stubbly cheek made me giggle and Edward took that moment to push the capture button for me.

"Thank you!" I said, admiring the picture.

"No problem."

"Edward?" A tall redhead called. "Time to take our seats." I briefly recognized her face. It took me a minute to point out that she was his manager, had been for a couple years now.

Edward nodded and turned to give me one more smile, "I'll talk to you soon, Bella."

"T-talk to you soon." Edward stood and brushed by me, his shoulder briefly touching mine before he was gone.

I blinked

My mind whirling at incomprehensible speeds. There was the fan girl in me that was nearing choking in satisfaction and then there was the normal girl in me that was still reeling from the butterflies his dark jade eyes gave me.

I stumbled back to Angela, who was already seated at a table with Emmett and Alice. She took her drink and started to talk to me but I couldn't really focus so instead I just nodded or made sounds of confirmation with my throat.

My first charity dinner went by without a hitch.

It was funny and entertaining and we managed to raise over seven million dollars for Charity. I contributed a measly two hundred dollars, that's about as much as I could give without getting myself evicted next month, but I was glad that I could help—even if it was in the smallest way.

Sadly, I didn't get the chance to talk to Edward again. He had to leave earlier than the rest because he was only in New York to film and so he had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get to work.

I should've left earlier as well but I was too busy being dragged from person to person by Emmett as he tried to introduce me to everyone in attendance. I'd pay for it tomorrow, no doubt, since I had to work both in the morning (630-12) at the diner and then I had to go to the recording studio for the rest of the afternoon only to round out my night bartending.

It would be hell tomorrow but oh so worth it.

Well, what do you think? The first thing I've written in mooooonths. Don't be shy. Leave me a review. :)