Hi! If you are reading this welcome to my very first fic!
Thanks for choosing this story, and I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight; the lovely Stephenie Meyer does so thank her for inspiring this story.
Without a further ado I present to you:
Having it All, Yet Nothing at the Same Time
To anyone on the outside looking in, my life might seem perfect. My parents are co-owners of the hottest chain of restaurants and night clubs in Los Angeles. I have dated many eligible bachelors and I am currently engaged to be married to the hottest NFL star Jacob Black.
We've been dating no longer than eight months, but when he proposed last New Year's, in front of both our families, there was no way I could say no. Besides this is something both my parents have been dreaming of since I was a child.
I was born Isabella Marie Swan on September 13th 1989. My parents are Charles and Renee Swan. They met when they were just two teenagers living in a small town in Northern California. They both shared the same dream, to live in the city someday, and make something out of their lives. Somehow they thought their love, and aspirations would get them far. Unfortunately reality set in when they arrived, with little money, and no place to live. But my father had his goals set, and would stop at nothing to reach them. He and my mother quickly found jobs, my mother at a local restaurant, and my father at a Four Seasons Hotel. My father worked up to 18 hours a day, and whatever money didn't go into paying for rent, or food was saved. Almost a year after arriving in Los Angeles my mother became pregnant with my oldest brother Stefan. My father worked harder than ever knowing it was his responsibility to take care of his family. Two months after Stefan's birth, and exactly a year after, his first day at the hotel, my father was promoted to assistant manager of the hotel. It didn't take long for him to work his way up to full time manager.
My father always calls it hard work, but I believe there was some luck involved, seeing how there were people way more qualified and deserving of my father's job. When Stefan was almost a year old my mother became pregnant again, this time with my brother Liam. That was right around the time, my father, started insisting that my mother attend all kinds of exclusive parties, which he got invited to through work. He always believed he was destined for more, then just a life as a hotel manager.
Which is why he was delighted when, three years later, he got the news that my mother was pregnant with me. My mother was a beautiful woman and my father knew that there would be no door that wasn't open to that degree of beauty. And I didn't disappoint. I was born faired skinned, with reddish brown waves like my mother's, and big brown eyes which were exact replicas of my father's eyes.
My parents always made sure I attended the best private schools, because it was important to socialize with all the local socialites, and build a name for myself. I had private instructors, tutors, and attended the most prestigious private school. It didn't take my parents long to climb the social latter.
By the time I turned four my parents owned a home in the Hollywood hills, and my father was in charge of all the business transactions at the hotel. He was also in charge of promoting the hotel internationally, which meant my family had the luxury of traveling, and taking extended vacations. That is until the year I became a freshman in high school. My father made a bad investment, with a business partner he had in New York. We ended up losing all our savings and were forced to sell our home and move into a small apartment.
My parents did all they could to keep me in private school, and buy me all the latest clothes, but nothing would've been possible without my best friend Rosalie Hale. Her parents alone are the reason I sit here today. When my parents could no longer afford to pay for my education, Eleazar and Carmen Hale stepped in and offered to pay for my schooling.
Of course those hard times are all forgotten now, and a topic not allowed in my home. Most of my friends don't know it even happened. But no matter whether or not it's forgotten, Rose and I will always have a special bond. She's like a sister to me, and often times my protector. She is the only person with a serious problem with my engagement. She doesn't think Jake is good enough for me, even if he is a superstar quarterback for the New York Giants. I think her biggest issue is that once married, I will be forced to move to New York, a fact that I've tried to suppress since Jake proposed. But he is a good man and there is no good reason why I shouldn't marry him. He sure makes my parents happy.
My phone starts to ring pulling me out of my reminiscing.
The caller ID indicates Jake is calling. I start for the door as I pick up the call. "Hey babe I'm coming outside to get you." I walk outside but I don't see the usual black SUV.
"Hello, Bella?" Jacob says, and now I can hear all the noise in the background. "Baby my meeting ran late, I'm just leaving James's office right now." James is Jacob's agent, who I can't stand but have learned to live with. Just his voice in the background is putting me on edge.
"It's okay I'll just tell everyone you're running late, but will be here in a little" I try not to sound mad that James, once again, is the reason he is late.
"Well actually Bells, would you mind if I skip the party? I've been in and out of meeting the whole day and just want to go home." Now I'm really mad! It's his fault I'm even here. When the invitation came for Jessica Stanley's party, he was the one that insisted we go, and now he was standing me up!
"So you're not coming?" I snap at him.
"Listen Bells don't get mad. I promise I'll go with you to the next one." He says like I was the one who wanted to go.
"Fine. Don't worry about it" I decide to hang up the phone before the conversation turns into a full blown argument.
I stand outside for the next five minutes pacing the sidewalk, trying to justify what Jake just did. How am I supposed to go home and act like nothing's wrong? It's not like it's the first time he does this. I decide to get over it and call the only person who always saves me in these occasions. I know I shouldn't call her, because if there is anyone who can't stand Jessica more than me it is Rosalie Hale.
The phone rings three times before she answers. "Hello."
"Hey Rosie." I try to say in the sweetest voice I can manage.
"Bella please tell me you didn't let Jacob talk you into going to Jessica's party?"
"Um well, maybe." A long sigh escapes my mouth.
"What's wrong?" Rosalie's voice changes from her lecturing voice into concern.
"Well Jake was supposed to meet me here after he got out of his meeting with James, and those new endorsement guys, but now he's claiming he is too tired to make it." I see no point in lying to her. "I don't know what to do. It's not like I can just leave, I just got here." Not to mention my mother would not be too happy if her daughter acted like a "rude brat", as she calls it. She and Mrs. Stanley are good friends.
Without hesitation Rose says "I'm on my way. It's at the Boulevard3 right?"
"Thanks Rosie, I really didn't want to have to be here alone"
"No problem, I'll be there in 20 minutes".
Rosalie arrives in less than 20 minutes. As always she looks breathtaking, in a short fitted sequence dress, paired with a pair of patent leather pumps. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a chic bun, and she is wearing her signature red lipstick.
She pulls my arm and says "Okay let's get this over with."
Lady Gaga's Bad Romance blasts from the speakers as Rosalie and I walk in. I know by her pace, that Rosalie isn't planning on staying for long. We quickly make our way to the private booth that is set up for the party. In the center seats Jessica, looking like she's had her fair share of drinks. Next to her seats Mike Newton, her on and off boyfriend, who also happens to be my ex. His parents and mine are business partners, so I guess you can say we grew up together. I like to think that he and I still have a good friendship. What he is doing with Jessica is a mystery to me. Poor guy gets treated worse than a dog.
"Where did you go Bella?" Lauren on Jessica's left asks. Lauren is Jessica's best friend.
"Yeah, and where is Jacob?" Tyler, Lauren's boyfriend asks.
I am about to give them Jacob's excuse when Rose speaks up. "Jacob has been held up by meetings the whole day; he really wanted to come but has to take an early flight tomorrow morning. So I decided to come with Bella. How could I miss the chance to wish Jessica a happy birthday?" Rose says in her most sarcastic tone. Jessica just smiles up at her, looking like she doesn't know what's going on. Rosalie and I decide Jessica is far too drunk to remember anything.
We decided to hit the dance floor, and make the most of the night. But by the fifth song Rose and I have had enough. We make our way to the table again, this time Jessica is laid out on the booth passed out. We say out goodbyes to everyone and make a quick exit.
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