Author's Notes: I am not Stephanie Meyer. This doesn't equal 1% of how amazing her writing is.

This fanfic is LOOSELY based off of the show on SHOWTIME, Diary of a Call Girl.

Any music or lyrics in the words below are not mine. They belong to band and the name of the band will be placed at the bottom of the page, if any are used.

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I yawned, my eyes opening slowly. Was it time to get up already? I squinted to see the red numbers on my alarm clock and sighed. I still had ten minutes. I rolled over on my back and looked at my ceiling, stretching out my legs. Damn, that felt good. My muscles were tense from work lately. My phone was ignited on my night stand, signaling me that I had missed something. I grabbed it lightly and sat up in my bed, the blanket falling to expose my camisole I'd worn to bed. It was black and lacy and perfect for just me. Just Bella. My curly brown hair fell around my face which I removed with a swift comb of my fingers through my hair. I looked at the small screen and smiled. ONE MISSED CALL: Alice Brandon. My buddy, my co-worker. At least I wasn't alone in this life. Re dialing her number I was met with a smooth voice.

"Bells!" she squealed on the other side of the phone.

I chucked and reached out, turning off my alarm before answering, "Hey Alice. How was your night?" I scratched my back as I got comfortable in my bed once more.

"Uh," she began, "it was fine. The guy was very nice, though kinky."

"Kinky? How?"

"Bondage and stuff. Wanted me to call him 'Daddy'." That made me laugh until I cried. Alice was never one to give up on kinky. That was her style. She had been in the business a lot longer than I had, which had its advantages. She could pretty much tell me how any man was going to be before he even made it to my door. A lot of football players liked to call on her when they got home from games because she was so small and so into anything they wanted.

"Oh, Alice, you crack me up. How much?" I asked as I swung my feet from my bed and stood up, looking out my large windows. It was raining, which wasn't unusual for Seattle. I could see the sun faintly through the rain clouds.

"5K," said Alice as it sounded as if she was cooking.

"Alice, are you cooking?"

"Shut up."

I chuckled and moved around my bedroom, grabbing my robe and wrapping it around my small body. I had a client at noon and then needed to make Edward's dinner before he left for his shift. Edward was my best friend. We met when we were in highschool. Jasper, Emmett, his long time girlfriend Rosalie, and I grew up together. Ever since we were in diapers, I spent my afternoons at the Cullen house. Esme and Carlisle were practically my second family. Don't get me wrong, I love my father and my mother with all my heart, but my relationships with them are totally different from the ones I have with the Cullens.

My father was the Chief of Police for 20 years; I used to come to his house for summer vacation only. My mother was a Call Girl, like me, that's how she met her husband, Phil. Phil is a major league baseball player and always on the road, which is why I moved back to Forks with my father. I didn't mind though. Jasper and Emmett were the closest things to brothers I had for the longest time, that is, until I met Edward. Edward's parents were friends of the Cullens, so when they died, Esme and Carlisle took him in.

"So, Bella, how was your night?" asked Alice as I heard the shuffling in the background cease.

I shrugged like she could see me, "It was all right. My client pushed his appointment until noon today. I basically read and went to sleep; nothing too special."

Alice was chewing as she answered, "Okay, well, I'll let you get ready. Just remember to call when you get the money."

I nodded, "Yeah, I know, Alice," rule numero uno of being a call girl, always call in with a co-worker for safety purposes, "Love you."

"Love you too sis."

I hung up the phone and smiled. Alice was all too cute. She looked like a fairy; she was so fucking beautiful. Her black hair matched her pale skin and small body. I envied her at times, but then I remembered that my life was not as bad as hers had been. Alice grew up in New York, moving around from foster home to foster home. She knew nothing of her family, which made me really sad. I was all the family she had. I was the only one that knew her as Alice, everyone else called her Mary.

In the business, rule number two: Never let anyone know your real name. It was just safety reasons, completely understandable. My clients knew me as: Scarlett.

I set my phone down and proceeded to my kitchen. I pressed two slices of wheat bread in the toaster and walked back toward my living room. I opened the curtains and smiled. I loved rainy days, so Seattle was perfect for me. It was cool and rainy..all the time, which I loved. Hearing the toast pop up, I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the toast, eating something small before my yoga. As I ate, I put in the DVD and walked to my bedroom, grabbing some shorts and a sport bra and putting them on. When I got back to the living room, I pressed play and began my class.

After an hour, I turned off the tv and headed to the bathroom, ready to start getting ready for Mike, my client.

Mike Newton: Running back for the Seattle Sea Hawks and graduate of my alma mater, Forks Highschool. My worry about him remembering me was completely at bay, because he graduated a few years after me. I took my shower, making sure to running hot water over my shoulders which were sore. Mike had informed me that he wanted to roleplay today which was nothing new to me. I'd roleplayed everything: vampires, doctor/nurse, teacher/student, etc. He was a southern boy at heart so he wanted stable boy and cow girl.

It was saddening at the lack of creativity in the world now. I was 24, single, and yet, having sex on a daily basis with football players and CEO's of companies I'd never heard of. I wasn't disappointed with my life, in fact, I loved it. I loved sex: any and all kinds. But there was one question that always gnawed at me: why didn't anyone know?

Only Alice knew of my name and what I did. Rosalie didn't know. Emmett didn't know. Jazz didn't know. And sure as hell Edward didn't know. Edward was the new Chief of Police, taking my father's police, in Seattle. He was good at his job, which was one reason why Charlie and Edward got along; their love for justice. And, Edward was the reason I loved sex. I lost my virginity to my best friend and he made it so good, I never wanted to stop.

Edward Cullen was NOT an unattractive man. Not even close. His body was sculpted and he kept very good care of himself. His piercing green eyes drove women wild, and his strong jaw had probably knocked out a few bank robbers. My very own Crimson Chin.

When my shower was done and I'd dried my hair, I traced my lips with a dark crimson lip stick and put on some mascara. Then I walked to my closet and opened the doors. On the left was Bella's clothing: strong, confident, but very professional. And on the right, Scarlett's: strong, lacy, feathery, and un concealing. I walked further into my closet and grabbed out my cut off jean shorts and one of Edward's flannel shirts. It was ironic, the situation. I was using Edward's shirt as one of my props. It made me laugh.

I put my hair into two braided pig tails and grabbed out my boots and cow boys hat. With all my things on the bed, I went back to the closet and looked around for the right lingerie. "Hmm," I hummed to myself, going for something white and innocent. I grabbed out one of La Perla's collections. White. Simple. Innocent. Perfect. Closing the doors to the closet, I walked back to my bed and placed everything on the bed. When I was finally dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked good, but I wasn't expecting anything less than that. I heard my phone buzz on the table in the other room. As I walked, I heard my heels click against the floor. "Hello?" I said, picking up my phone.

"Morning," said a raspy, morning voice. I smirked: Edward.

"Morning to you too. How was your shift?"

"Tiring."

"I bet. What do you want for dinner- well, your breakfast?"

Edward laughed as I heard him taking off his uniform. I must have been on speaker phone. "Uh, I don't know Bells. You know you don't have to make-"

"Edward Anthony, you know damn well that I am going to make you something. I do it every night," I said, pretending to be angry.

He only laughed.

"I know Bella." He moved around on the other line, unlocking his belt, "Fine. How about spaghetti?"

I smiled, happy. "Spaghetti it is. I'll come and wake you up around 6."

"I might not wake up," he joked.

"Guess I'll have to be naked when I come by then, since you'll be asleep."

"You know, I think I might just be able to wake up." He laughed. "Night Bells."

"Night."

I hung up the phone just in time to hear a knock at my door. Checking myself in the mirror, I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. Mike. Unlocking the door, I opened it and smiled. "Hey Mike."

"Hello Scarlett, I'm glad you could reschedule me. I'm sorry again," Mike apologized as I let him inside. He walked toward the bedroom, already knowing my house. He was a regular for me now.

I shook my head as I followed behind him, "Nah, Mike. You are one of my most prized customers. I can revise my schedule for you." I licked my bottom lip and then leaned against my wall, waiting for him to look at me. I propped my boot against the wall and placed one of my hands on my bare thigh.

Mike turned around and licked his lips, shrugging out of his coat and smiling, "Scar, you look amazing." His compliment made me smile as I walked over to him and hung up his coat. "Here you go," he whispered as he grabbed out the wad of hundreds.

I nodded and then walked to the kitchen, grabbing my cell phone. As I called Alice, I counted the money to make sure it was right: 3K.

"Hello?"

"He's here and everything's fine."

"All right. Call me when he leaves."

I nodded and stuck the money in the freezer for now and then hung up the phone, walking back into the living room. Mike leaned against the glass wall, looking outside. "Do you like the rain, Mike?"

He turned to me and smiled, shrugging, "Sometimes. It's more fun to play in the rain. Muddy and shit."

I chucked and bit my bottom lip, "Are you ready?"

He nodded as I grabbed his hand and took him into my bedroom. I had moved bed around so that it faced the windows and placed the Sybain Machine in the center of my bed. Thanks to my income, I could buy props for my customers. It resembled a saddle and would work for foreplay. I grabbed my belt buckle and tipped my hat, licking my lips. "Is this your saddle, sir?"

Mike pulled his shirt from his jeans and nodded, "Uh, no ma'am. I found it in the barn."

"Which barn?" I pretended to be nervous.

"That there barn over there," Mike said as he pointed off into the distance. I shook my head and bit my lip, "You asshole. That's mine."

I walked over to the side of the bed and slipped out of my boots, slowly before crawling on the bed. Mike licked his bottom lip and sighed, "I'm sorry Miss. What kinda saddle is this, anyhow?"

Motioning him closer, Mike walked to the edge of the bed. "You wanna see?" He nodded as I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing my white bra. It pushed my tits up just right. Mike stared at my bare skin as I pushed the flannel shirt down my arms and to the bed. I then stood up on the bed, my hips coming at Mike's head. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my stomach, licking my belly button.

I hissed; his mouth was wet and warm, but he was moving too fast for me to enjoy it. I reached around and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts from their confines. Mike's hands ran along my sides and around to my back, caressing my shoulder blades with a feathery touch. I let my head fall back as I felt his mouth come in contact with a pert nipple. His mouth suctioned around my nipple as I pushed his head closer to my skin, trying to get more and more. "Mmm, Mike," I moaned, selling it.

My hands found purchase at his shoulders as I pushed him away from my body and smirked. He stepped back and began to unbutton his shirt. I quickly undid the buttons on my cut off jean shorts and slid them down my legs. Mike licked his lips, tearing his shirt from his body and tossing it somewhere. "Scar, you're so beautiful," he purred, walking closer to me.

I put my hand up, stopping him, "Sit down, Mike." He did as he was told, sitting down in the lounge chair at the foot of my bed. I licked my lips and turned my body, bending down to allow him the sight of me taking my panties off. I looked between my legs to see him grasping his cock in his hand, rubbing his shaft lightly.

When I was completely undressed, I straddled the Sybain and flipped on the switch. Vibrations filled my body, hitting my clit perfectly as I rode the "saddle. I made sure to moan Mike's name a few more times, making sure he felt good. That was a major thing; make sure they left feeling like a Sex God, even if they weren't. Mike stood up and walked to me, rubbing his hands over my breasts and squeezing them together. "Fuck, Scarlett," he moaned, feeling my small hand grasping his cock. I gave him a playful squeeze at the base of his dick before feeling my stomach coil and my muscles tense.

"Ooh, oh, Mike!" I moaned out, riding my orgasm. It was probably the only one I'd have tonight, but that was okay. Mike hardened in me hand as he groaned and pushed me from the saddle, pushing me to the bed.

Two hours and three "orgasms" if that is what you'd call them later, Mike panted, laying back in my bed. He stared at the ceiling, smiling, "Wow, Scar. That was great."

I nodded, "Yes it was, Mike. You learned some new moves."

He chuckled and turned on his side to look at me, "I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"I'm getting married, Scar."

"Wow. Mike that's great," I said with a smile, but then frowned, knowing I'd lose a good client.

"Yeah, it is. She's great. Her name is Jessica."

"I'm so happy for you, though I will miss you, Mike. You've been a good customer for these couple years."

He nodded and traced a vein along my arm, "I'll miss you too, but I'd really like you to come to the wedding."

My eyes widened, "Mike, you want me at the wedding? The woman who's been fucking you since three years ago."

He nodded, "You're important."

As much as I didn't like Mike sexually, he was a really sweet guy. He deserved to have someone who'd treat him right and not fake her orgasms. "You know what, I'd love to go, Mike. I'd love to meet this mystery girl."

"Oh, you'll love her."

"I bet I will." We laid there for a few more minutes before Mike had to leave. They had evening practice and I needed to make Edward's dinner.

"Bye Scar. I'll call you and let you know about the wedding."

I smiled and kissed his cheek, seeing him out of the door. When Mike was gone, I went to the bedroom and stripped the sheets, putting them in the washer. Precaution. I dialed Alice's number and put it on speaker as I rearranged my bedroom back to the way it was. "Hello?"

"Hey Alice. He just left."

"How was he?"

I grabbed the Sybain and put it in the shelf in my closet, way in the back. "Uh."

Alice giggled, "Wow. Nice. What was it this time?"

"Cowgirl."

"Sybain?"

"Sybain," I replied back and walked into the kitchen, beginning my dinner process. I grabbed out some pans and put water to boil on the stove. "He's leaving me, Alice."

"What? Why?"

"Marriage."

"Oh, I'm sorry Bells."

I shrugged and put the noodles into the pan, "It's nothing. He invited me to go. Wanna go with me?"

She clapped, "Yes! You know I love weddings! We need to go shopping!"

I nodded, "Yes. Yes, I know." I stirred the sauce in the other pan and then sat down at the table, putting the phone to my ear, turning off speaker phone. "I don't know Alice."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I hate lying to him."

"Edward?"

"Yeah."

"You're doing it for his safety, Bells as well as yours." Alice was right. It was for Edward and for me. If any of my clients knew me and knew Edward, something could happen. Also, Edward would be furious with my lifestyle.

"I know. He's my best friend though. I just hate having to lie," I pouted and stood back up, stirring the sauce again. "Would you like me to bring over some dinner, Alice?"

"Oh, no, thank you though. I have a client at eight," said Alice as I heard her rummaging around.

"What's it tonight?"

"Strippers pole. You know, same 'ol."

I giggled and drained the spaghetti, putting it in some tuber ware. "All right, well, call me when he arrives."

"Alright. Bye babe."

"Later." When I hung up with Alice, I placed the spaghetti in the fridge and walked to the bathroom, taking another shower. I began thinking about the first time I ever saw Edward when the Cullens adopted him.

"Who's that Jazz?" I asked as I sat down at the lunch table and leaned back in my seat. Emmett was stuffing his face while Rosalie read her history book.

"Oh, that's Edward. Carlisle and Esme adopted him," said Jasper as he took a bite of whatever the lunchroom was serving that day.

Emmett took a second to swallow his food and smiled over to me, "His parents were really good friends of ours."

"Were?"

Em nodded and looked down at his food and then back up, "Yeah. They were murdered about seven months ago."

I gasped and looked back over to the bronze haired boy, making his way through the line. His eyes were bright green and sad. His pale skin was smooth and almost as pale as mine, covering his massive muscles. I watched in silence as his muscles contracted under his skin, making me blush fiery. He was gorgeous.

"Bella?"

I looked over, "Huh?"

Jazz chuckled and snapped his fingers, "Fuck Bells, quit eye fucking him."

I slapped Jasper's arm and narrowed my eyes, "Shut it."

When I stepped out of the shower, I dried my hair and walked to the closet, grabbing out some jeans and an All Time Low shirt. I knew that would irk Edward; he hated the newer rock bands. He said, 'they were all emo and screamo.'

I got dressed quickly and applied some eye liner, brushing my hair back out of my face. I grabbed his flannel shirt from my couch and folded it, placing it in my purse to bring back to his house. Five minutes later, I was out of the door with spaghetti, my purse, and my car keys. I made my way down the hall of my apartment building and to the elevator.

My apartment was perfect for me. I had a balcony and no neighbors, which I paid extra for. No one ever disturbed anyone, but everyone knew everyone.

"Isabella!" cried Mrs. Dubose.

I halted my steps and walked over to her door, smiling, "Hey Mrs. D. How are you?"

She smiled and patted the top of her bun, smoothing out her apron, "Oh, I'm just fine dear. How is that lovely man of yours? Edward?"

I shook my head and chuckled, "Mrs. D, Edward is not my boyfriend. He's just my friend."

She eyed me quietly and then licked her lips, "Well, take him some of my sugar cookies. I know he loves them." Mrs. Dubose turned on her heel and walked further inside of her house to the kitchen, coming back with several cookies in a plastic bag.

I took them lightly and placed them on top of the spaghetti container, "I'm sure he will eat them up."

"Make sure he shares with the department."

I giggled, "I'll make sure he does just that."

"Thanks Isabella."

I smiled and continued to the elevator, riding it down to the parking garage. Grabbing out my keys, I hit the unlock button and saw the lights on the Volvo, Edward's Volvo. Since he got the patrol car, Edward let me have the Volvo. He said he couldn't bare to sell it to anyone he didn't know. So now his Volvo was my Volvo and I called her Daisy.

"Hey Daisy," I smiled, running my free hand along her paint. I opened the driver's door and set my things in the passenger seat, sliding in. It still smelled like Edward, even after all these years.

Around ten minutes later, I pulled into Edward's drive way. The light was on in his bedroom and the kitchen, which meant he was up. "Damn it Edward," I whispered, knowing he was tired. Why was he up? I slid from the driver's seat and grabbed my purse and the food, walking to the door. I used my key to unlock the door and walked inside. "Edward?"

"In here," he called, raspy. He must have just woken up. I walked to the kitchen and set my things down, grabbing his shirt and walking up the steps to his bedroom. He laid in his bed, his hair still a god damn mess. His chest was covered in a sheet of sweat.

"Hey," I whispered, walking to the foot of the bed and slipping out of my shoes to climb on the bed. He was panting as he ran his nimble fingers through his sex hair, I liked to call it.

"Shit Bells," he whispered and looked down at me as I crawled next to him, "when are the nightmares going to stop?"

I crawled next to him and hugged him lightly, "It's okay Edward." I took a deep breath of his scent: musky and all man. He let go of me and pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"What was this one about?" I asked, sitting up and looking at him.

"Just that night." Ever since I knew Edward, he'd never talked about that night. And I'd never pushed him. He'd talk about it when he was ready.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid out, stretching his back. His pajama pants rode low on his hips, allowing me to see his pelvic bone. The perfect V. "Quit eye fucking me, Swan," he said, teasing.

Tonight was not the night he'd talk.

I sighed and stood up, tossing him his shirt, "Here. You left that at my place." He held it up, examining it and then tossed it to the hamper.

Walking down the steps, I looked at all the pictures on the walls. Him and the Cullens. Jasper, Emmett and him. A lot of Edward and myself hung on the walls. At the bottom of the steps was a picture of us going to prom together. I looked at my clumsy old self and smiled, running my fingers over the pictures. It was so long ago. Edward must have been watching me as I heard his chuckle behind me.

"That was a great night," he whispered, walking down the steps.

I nodded and proceeded to the kitchen to heat up the spaghetti for him. His kitchen reminded me of Charlie's kitchen: small and comfy.

"So what do you have to do tonight?" I asked, walking to the cabinet and grabbing out a plate.

Scratching the back of his head, Edward shrugged, sitting down at the table, "I'm not sure really. Em said he was going in early and working on a few search warrants we have tonight." I nodded, knowing the drill about search warrants. Emmett, more than likely, was down at the DA's office.

"Just be careful," I told him, putting the spaghetti in the microwave and walked over to the table, leaning against the chair. Edward smiled my favorite crooked smile.

"Hey Bells, I was wondering," he began, "if in the morning, when I get off, you'd go to the furniture store with me."

I looked over my shoulder at him and grabbed out his food. "Yeah sure." I grabbed a fork and then placed his food on the table, "And why are you going to a furniture store?"

Edward took a bite of the food and smiled, wiping the sauce from his chin, "I need a new bookcase." I nodded, understanding that completely.

Between Edward and myself, we owned Barnes n' Noble at our houses. "I do too. Nothing too big though."

Edward nodded and began to devour the spaghetti as I remembered the cookies. "Oh yeah," I began, grabbing my purse and pulling the cookies out. Edward's eyes widened, "YES!" His words had been muffled from the food.

I chuckled and tossed him the cookies, "She said you have to share."

Swallowing, Edward pouted, "Aw. No way."

"I told her you would."

"Damn. You know Em will devour them."

"Then you better eat a couple before he sees them." Edward chuckled and grabbed out three, placing them on the table next to his plate. When Edward's plate was empty, he stood up and walked to the sink before I could grab his plate. He knew I liked doing dishes, but he hated me doing his. I sat at the table, taping my fingers lightly on the wood. "Asshole."

"Bitch."

I chuckled and looked to the clock: 7:30. Alice would call soon. "When is Em coming?"

"Eight." I nodded and grabbed a cookie, eating one. Damn. They were good. I'd forgotten how good Mrs. Dubose was at cookies. "Dude!" Edward gasped as I chewed on a cookie.

Laughing, Edward narrowed his eyes and sat back down, "I can't believe you ate one of my cookies."

"Nancy, get over it."

"You look good, Bells." I looked at him, finishing off my cookie and smiling.

"Uhm, thanks? Not that you don't see me every day."

He shook his head as he laughed, "You know what I meant."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, "I always look good. Thank you asshole."

Edward leaned over the table and smiled my favorite smile again, "Yes. You do."

This was one of those moments I never got. Edward was my best friend and he was perfect. Strong. Smart. Sensitive. We both liked to read and liked the same kind of music for the most part. We always joked around about each other and teased one another, but there were moments like this that I never got. He was so serious. His lips were parted lightly as he stared at me and I stared at him. The tension was heavy, making my body warm and buzz. Did he know it?

"Hello!" roared a large voice. I blinked and leaned back in my chair, not realizing I'd been leaning forward. Emmett's boots trampled through the house as he came into the kitchen, smiling, "Hey Bells."

I stood up and smiled, "Hey Em. I brought you something." I walked over to my purse, trying to shake off what had just happened with Edward and me and grabbed out a book.

"What's this?"

"A book," I teased.

Emmett laughed, "I know that, fucker." He read the title and smiled, "Gatsby."

"Yeah, it was the book I was telling you about. I think you'll like it."

He nodded and hugged me, tucking the book into his uniform. "Well, Eddie, time to work."

Edward stood up and smiled, patting Emmett's shoulder, "Thanks man. Thanks." Emmett looked at him as though they were having some discussion I didn't understand.

"Well, I'll leave you two love birds alone," I said as I grabbed my purse and tucked my phone in my jean pocket. Edward scoffed and walked up the steps, promising to call me in the morning. I kissed Emmett good night and told him to be careful.

"Yes, I know Esme."

I giggled and walked to the front door, feeling eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder at Emmett, but he was eating a cookie, staring at the book. I shrugged it off and opened the door, walking to the Volvo. When I closed the driver's door, my phone buzzed. ALICE! said the caller ID. I smirked and answered it, "Hello?"

"Hey. He's here."

I pulled out of Edward's driveway and began back to my house, "Money right?"

"Yep. 2K."

"Good. Have fun and be careful."

"I'll call you when he leaves."

When we hung up, I turned up the volume, hearing a song I didn't know, but I liked it. "You're a train wreck, but with you, I'm in love." It was cute. Her voice low and smooth, like Peggy Lee..just younger. I'd have to look that up when I got home. I got home and dropped my things to the floor, hearing my keys hit the wooden floor. I turned on the light and smiled at my comfy couch, plopping down.

The rest of the night was quiet. I did some bills and watched tv, working on my laptop, while charging my iPod. Around 10:30, Edward called to check up on me.

"I'm fine Edward."

"I know. It's just quiet..and I'm bored."

"So you annoy me?"

"Duh."

I giggled and heard Emmett's radio go off in the background, "Bye Edward."

"Night Bells."

At 11, I got a phone call from one of my newer clients, Jacob Black. He was CEO of Black and Co, some car manufacturer. He informed me he wanted to do the school girl/teacher fantasy and set up his appointment for Thursday at 7 PM.

"Alright, Jacob. I'll see you Thursday."

"Thanks Scarlett." I penciled him in on my planner and hung up the phone. After I went to the furniture store with Edward, I'd have to make plans to shop with Alice for the Wedding and for Jacob's appointment. I had my outfit, but I needed a few more things. With that, I turned out the lights and tv and walked into my bedroom. At 1 AM, I got a phone call from Alice saying her client had left. I informed her that we were going shopping the next day, which she accepted and told me to call her. "Night Alice," I said as my eyes drifted close and hung up.

Tomorrow was all Bella. Good night Scarlett.

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Song used: Trainwreck - Demi Lovato

PLAYLIST: Trainwreck - Demi Lovato, My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson, Holly, Would You Turn Me On? - All Time Low, Fever - Peggy Lee, and For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore.

Author Notes: Alright, guys. Thanks so much for reading. NOW. Review and add to favorites. XD Questions? Don't be afraid to PM me.

-Rach.