This is my first so don't be a hater. Review.
"OMG! Rose!" I screamed as a walked out of the terminal with my suitcase rolling behind me.
"Bella!" screamed the blond waiting by the taxi. I would've known her anywhere. She looked like a super model even in jeans and a sweat shirt.
"I missed you so much!" she squealed as she hugged me.
"Me too." I said. I think I was going to cry. I missed my best friend so much. And now that I was going to live with her in New York, we had so much time to catch up and bond even more.
"Come on, get in. You look beat. Lets get you home."
"You mean your apartment. Is it big and shiny." I asked hopefully.
"You'll be surprised of how unique it is." She said with a smile as we drove off.
"OMG! Your apartment is small!" I shrieked as I walked through the door of the cramped apartment 30 minutes later. Definitely not what I expected from one of the richest girls from my high school.
" You don't have to make fun of me like that," Rosalie said as she closed the door behind us. "It's only temporary until I earn enough money from the club that I just started working at to get a new one. Every since my parents decided to cut ties, I've been living here in this rat hole."
I rolled my suitcase into the living room and crashed onto the couch.
"I'm beat. I can't wait for tomorrow. First day on the job, 'Isabella Swan: Errand Runner'. Just think, in a couple years, you could see my name up in lights, 'Isabella Swan: Star Reporter for the New York Times.' Can you see me now?" I said with enthusiasm. I stretched out and relaxed.
"Yeah, but first, you have to go with me to the club. This is the first time Jasper's band is playing and it's on my watch." She jumped up and down with excitement, "If they mess up, I'm fired. I need moral support." She sat down on the couch beside me and leaned in giving me these puppy dog eyes. "Pleassssse. Pretty please with a cherry on top." She even stuck out her lower lip. What are we in middle school again?! But, I have to give into Rosalie. She is my best friend.
"Fine. Who is this Jasper anyway? Some boyfriend I ought to know about?"
"Well if you must know, we've been seeing each other on and off for a couple of months. It's not serious. Anyway, a couple weeks ago, he came to me and asked me if his band could play at the club. They're called the Cold Ones. I've never actually seen them all but their demo is pretty good. Jasper sings lead and there are three other guys. I gave it to my manager and he said to try them out. So tonight's the first night they're going on. I'm so nervous. What if they make a fool out of me?" She was breaking out into a cold sweat.
"Oh honey, they're going to do perfect. Don't worry. If Jasper likes you just as much as you like him, he wouldn't dare to mess up." I assured her. She leaned down and I stroked her hair.
"You mean it?" she asked in a small voice. I've only been here 10 minutes and she was already having a fit.
"Cross my heart and hope to die." I said in a laughing voice.
"Bella you're the best friend ever. What would I do without you?"
"Probably die. But that's why I'm not going to let you go out there alone. But I really have to be back by ten. Ok. Don't let me stay any longer."
"Sure whatever." She jumped up, pulling me up with her and grabbed my suitcase. "Lets see what you have to wear."
"Ohhhhh do we have to Rose?" I groaned. I really hated dressing up.
"Yes Bella, It's your first night here. Don't you want to go partying?"
"No, I want to go to sleep. The jet leg is killing me. And flying 10 hours on the plane doesn't help either." I leaned back onto the couch.
She yanked the zipper open and pulled out a dress that my mom had got me just for partying.
"This will be perfect." She smiled. "Now go get ready. We're wasting valuable time." She said as she jumped up and ran towards the bathroom. I already knew that this was going to be a long night.