A/N: Just another story that popped in my head while listening to my iPod. I hope you like it!
Jacob and I have been together for the last two years. We've been so happy with each other. Or is it just me that have been so happy with him that I didn't excpect this to happen. That I didn't even care what happens to my career.
It's been a week since I found out what he'd been doing to me. It hurt me so much that I din't eat or sleep for three days. I'm so glad I have the two best-est friend in the world or else I wouldn't know what to do. But, sadly my other bestfriend needs to tour her brother around the town. She told me I can always call her if I want to hang out with them. But I don't like to break their sibling bonding time so I decided I would just stay here in my house.
Oh by the way, I'm Bella Swan. And yes, I am the singer in hollywood. My two best friends are the supermodels Rosalie Hale and Alice Cullen.
ring! ring! ring!
'Alice 'pixie-muchkin' Cullen calling' is flashing on my cellphone screen. We gave her a pet name which she hates. I have to answer it or Alice will drag me out of here and bring me somewhere.
"Hello Alice." I answered.
"Bella, dress up. You're going out." She said like a mother scolding her child.
"But, Alice! I told you I don't want to go out!" I whined.
"Do you want me to go there and dress you up then I'll drag you down here?" She asked in threatening voice. Us, three best friends were leaving together here in L.A.
"Okay, okay. Cool it, pixie." I said and laughed at the end.
"Okay. And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me pixie?!" she shouted over the phone.
"Okay, munchkin!" I teased trying to stall a little time. Maybe she'll change her mind about me hanging out with them.
"Nice try! Now, you're stalling! Now, go dress up." She told me. Ugh.I hate going to public now that there's a new gossip around me. Well, it's not gossip since it's true. But, still.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Rosalie 'barbie-rose' Hale calling' flashed on my screen again.
"Hello?" I said in a business like tone.
"Nice try Isabella Marie Swan! Now, get dress!" Alice ordered. How the hell did Alice get Rose's phone?
I dress up in a blue shirt and denim jeans with my favorite hi-tops.
"Hey guys!" I greeted them.
"We signed you up for a gig tonight at Club Cleo." Rosalie greeted.
"I don't think that's such a good idea." I told them.
"Have I taught you nothing about fashion?" Alice asked me irritated.
"Alice, I don't care what I dress in. People like me for my singing not for how I dress up." I reasoned.
"Rose, let's find something that will suit her performance later. Bella wait there." She told me and I slid in the drivers seat.
After driving to Club Cleo Alice's brother called herto make sure she reserves seats for him and his best-friend. Rosalie squealled at the name 'Emmett'. I think I know why.
Rose and Alice dress me up for three whole hours without break. I will never understand them when it comes to make overs.
I was standing at the back stage when the host announced that I will sing. Alice and Rose pushed me out.
Okay, guys. Here she comes! The song princess of Hollywood." I walked towards the center when I saw the familiar dark skinned, long-haired boy. He's with a blonde girl.
"Hey guys! Do you wanna hear me sing?" I asked them trying to remove my nervousness.
"Yes!" the crowd shouted back. I looked at the band and nodded.
"Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on"
I looked around and I saw the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life. He's as beautiful as Rose but he has bronze hair.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on"
I looked at Jacob's table to see him flirting with his now-official girlfriend.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...
I felt the tears streaming down my face.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes"
The bronzed-hair boy I've seen earlier looked at me. He's eyes were green. Contrasting with his hair. He looks like his looking for someone.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes"
I looked at Jacobs table again to see him kissing the h*e. I ran down the stage because I can't take it anymore. I bump to someone.
"I'm sorry!" I apologize and ran past the back door. I heard someone following me so I hide at behind the biggest tree I saw.
"Excuse me." A velvet-y voice said. I didn't look up. I think I heard that voice somewhere.
"Go away!" I said.
I heard him chuckle. A beautiful chuckle.
"Don't you want your handkerchief back? I bet I can auction it on the internet for a very reasonable price you know." He said.
"It's not funny." I said, still not looking up. I felt something touch my cheek but I remove my face away.
"You know, you could keep that handkerchief. But I'm not gonna put my autograph on it." I said sternly. He chuckled again. The sound was comforting.
"I do't need your autogrpah. Atleast I get to talk to you." He said.
I got irritated " Really what do you want? Why don't you just leave me alone?" I said.
"I just want to help you. Why are you crying? A beautiful lady with a voice of an angel shouldn't be crying." He comforted then he rubbed my back.
"It's just- it's private matters. I can't tell you. Maybe you're a paparazzi trying to get a scoop from my life story." I told him.
"Well, for your information ma'am. I'm not what you think and I never dreamed of being one." He laughed. His laugh was better than his chuckles. It's like music to my ears.
"So, what's you job? A photographer?" I said.
"Nope," he said popping the last 'p'.
"Then what are you?" I asked again trying to make sure.
"Well, I'm a doctor and I go all over the world to help people." He said. Wow, he's smart. I felt comfortable talking to him. It's weird.
"Please look up." He said and brought my face to his hand so he can lift it up.
When I look up I saw the greenest pair of eyes. I feel like I'm seeing his soul by now.
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