Hey you all, first chapter of Perfectly Pictured! Yay! *silence* um…ok, onwards then.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form own twilight. Not now, not ever.

On that note: Enjoy!

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Edward

Random chords of every octave rang out as my head smacked onto the keys of my piano painfully.

Was it possible to mess up so horribly without even trying?

She had sounded so hurt, so mad, so sure of herself. 'Just go to hell! I hate you!'

If only it were that easy.

The blood pounded harshly in my head as I lifted it slowly. The striking rings of the keys had long ago quieted, and now all was quiet. I was all alone.

What was it going to take for her to realize it had all been a mistake? That I had never really wanted to hurt her, I had just wanted to win. Damn. I did sound like an ass.

That's when it hit me.

Looks as if it were time to grab my dignity by the balls. I had twenty-four hours to fix this mess.

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~About 28 weeks earlier~

-November, beginning of second quarter-

Edward

"So…you need a new camera?" a southern accented voice calls out in front of me.

I look up my friend standing only feet away from me leaning casually against the wall of the bathroom. Literally. Considering the 'slight' height differences me neck acquired a lot more pain than the average seventeen year old should have to bear.

"Yeah." I say while running the soaked paper towel over my damp head uselessly before tossing it into the garbage can in the corner- and missing.

Soaked. Every part of me was soaked, I could just tell. It would have been fine, oh trust me, if it had been a simple sprinkle to the face. Or maybe a handful of water into your hair. But now with every movement I could feel the unforgiving scratch of my jeans as they clung to my legs and still managed to threaten to fall.

My camera. Oh my poor camera. It was so sad to say it hadn't made it out alive. It lay on its side, dead and dripping, on the corner of the bathroom sink.

My friend Jasper turns his head away from me, failing to hide his smirk as I pull off my ruined jeans and slip into the only pair of gym shorts I owned.

"So what happened?"He asked. His back was still towards me and my eyes narrow on their own accord as I see his shoulders shaking slightly from his hidden laughter.

Let's just say a camera was like a piano. Both taking a great deal of care. With a single press of a finger for both of them you could either make something beautiful or something that resembled…crap.

And sadly, for both of them if a two-hundred-something-pound senior football player grabbed you and threw you into a pool while you were holding it you should probably kiss it goodbye.

How sad.

"Long, long story." Long and painfully sad.

"Well looks like we have to go get your fourth camera." Japer said with a laugh as he headed for the door "This year."

Stomping out of the bathroom with my dead camera in hand I see Jasper's retreating form as he heads out the door, and I can't help but smile.

"Wet paint." I say simply, and maybe, just maybe I feel a little better.

As Jasper's fingers hurriedly press to the back of his head and feel the slickness of the white pain that covers his whole entire back and head and he lets out an endless line of curses I smile to myself. Yeah, I guess I did feel a little better.

XX

In my hands was a disposable camera- the best camera five dollars, a stick of gum and a toothpick could buy.

To most in their best interests the room I was in was just another small, dark closet-room to make out in.

Sure it was dark and had a dark, closet-like smallness to it. But I guess that was why they called it a dark room.

To most it would have been almost, if not, impossible to leave this room with their toe unstubbed.

Years of practice, I think to myself proudly. Easily said that the day a mob of angry, thick-headed guys ran after me with their fists in the air and chased me into this room was possibly one of the best days of my life.

Like love at first sight. Oh the sight of the silver outlining of the cameras- well at least the sight of them when I was actually able to see. Yeah, that took about a couple minutes of heavy breathing in the dark to finally adjust.

"Edward?" I cringe at the sound of my name that had cut into the thick, peaceful silence of the room.

Whipping my head around I try to find the right person to glare at. Except no one was there.

And then suddenly the door is cracked open. I can feel my eyes twitch slightly and my back hunching over trying to shield myself from the bright light.

When the sense of just how stupid I probably look comes over me I straighten up, clear my throat and look to the person in the doorway as if this was a normal thing that happened every day.

Wasn't surprised in the least that it was Jasper standing in the doorway. What an ass.

"Ugh close the door."

Jasper smiles apologetically though I can see right through it and tell he's probably mentally laughing at my own expense. I repeat: What an ass.

"What do you want?" I ask with a sigh as the door close. It was going to take about two minutes to get readjusted to the light again; great.

Jasper scowled. "Fine then." He said and turned on his heel to head to the door. A silver glint from inside the fist of his hand catches my eye.

"What is that?"

"What? Oh you mean this?" his hand waves teasingly in the air.

It was a new camera.

"Is that for me?" I ask with my mouth wide open. The disposable camera was long forgotten.

"It could be."

"How?"

"You have to do something for me." Immediately my mouth shuts and I glare.

"What does this 'something' include?"

"It's more like a bet." Jasper says.

My jaw sets firmly and finally I can see around the room. I can see the cameras lying face down of the table, their lenses glinting in the invisible light. "I'm listening."

"Well I kind of switched my elective class to photography." He admits sheepishly.

I let out a snort. Jasper in photography? The guy didn't even know the difference between an aperture ring and the focusing ring!

My snort soon turns into a round of laughter. Jasper to say doesn't look amused at all.

"I have my reasons." He defends.

"Like…"

"Well there's this girl, Ali- never mind. Are you in or not?"

"Well first you need to tell me what exactly I'm 'in' for." I say warily while eying the camera in his hand.

"Well, it was really hard to get into photography. But I finally did." The slight smile forming on his lips suddenly disappears. "But there's a catch."

"Always a catch." I mumble in agreement.

"Yeah. The teacher says I have to get a picture of every student by the end of the year or I'm screwed."

I raise an eyebrow in the dark slightly. "A teacher said that to you?"

"Well not exactly. But you get the point- I need your help." Jasper drawled pleadingly.

"So you want me…to take a picture of every student in the whole school and let you take credit."

Jasper nodded. "And let me take credit." He confirmed.

I let out another uncalled for snort and turn my back to him. I bend down to the ground and pick up the almost offending disposable camera and then stand back up. "No way."

"But, think about the camera."

Suddenly I freeze. I turn around slowly and look at Jasper from the corner of my eyes. His blond hair covered the truth in his eyes. The sneaky ass. Oh if I could read minds.

"Fine." I say finally while looking at the camera the whole time "You got yourself a deal."

XX

Hey I forgot to mention a couple(a lot) of things. First off this fanfic in definitely OC (If you haven't noticed). Second Edward is a dork and if you haven't picked up on it he isn't the most loved person.

I read over this and thought 'wow Jasper seems like a fake friend jerk-ish kind of man' and if you were thinking the same thing: demolish those thoughts!

Chapter one is done!

P.S. readers are nice but reviews are just icing on the cake, don't ya think?