AN?: okay first chapters are NOT my best, and it took me a while. writer's block sucks. Well read what I barely scraped together. Enjoy:]
Oh and disclaimer:don't own it. characters, horrible first chap-okay well maybe, but im not the proudest. In this, i mainly had to set the plot on basically, everything that's gunna happen. Now or never.
I followed behind Esme; she seemed so nice at first, but I guess right now was executing time. Esme led me into her office, in which sunlight shone onto the carpeted floor through magnificent windows surrounded by beautiful golden curtains. She sat down, getting down to business; she looked like a 'one-man firing squad.' She started firing questions, but I was too engulfed in how cushiony the seat she offered me was to realize she was speaking to me. I blushed and looked up.
"… A resume? Organization skills? If they wanted a Starbucks mocha frappuccino, and the Starbucks was two blocks away, how long would it take you to get their drink?" She shot at me.
I gulped, but smiled, knowing my answer.
"Well, ma'am, it depends on what kind of shoes I'm wearing." She smiled at me, in a wise, all-knowing, almost creepy fashion. How the hell do I always manage to get myself into these situations?
Ughh, I hate working on an August in Forks-why does it have to be so humid? I thought, as I flipped lazily through the latest People magazine. Now I wasn't the first person to go to get the latest drama between the characters on The Hills, or whatever lame reality show that was the latest sensation. You could go to my best friends, Alice Brandon, or Rosalie Hale, for that. Coincidentally, Alice was the one that got me into magazines like People, and Vogue. She claimed that if I didn't at least dress a proper 8 out of 10, the minimum in her style sense, unless you were in a "special situation"-break-up, best friend drama, the norm- that I could at least know the hottest trends going around.
I smiled, Alice will be Alice. The little pixie who bookmarked all online sites that sold designer clothing in her size-a rare find seeing as I've seen 12 year olds taller and rounder than her. Alice was short, pixie-like, and thin in the extremes. She wasn't anorexic, she actually stuffed face in a lot of times, but she just had a very high metabolism. She had this love for shopping and often maxing out her credit cards, and whenever we went into a store, she had the uncanny ability to find your perfect outfit, right down to the size. Rose and I were her best friends since second grade.
And I come to the subject of Rosalie Hale. Tall, blonde, size 6-but in a way that had men drooling for her- ocean-blue eyes, and a sway to her hips when she walked that she looked like God's special creation. They were both fit to be models, which was perfect seeing as when they were little, they never gave a thought to being anything other than models.
I sighed, as I got back to work, or rather, watching Billy Black, my boss, sit in the corner reading the last of the books we hadn't managed to sell. I worked for Billy Black in an old bookstore. He was going out of the business and I, being the only employee that hadn't abandoned him, was the last left. Today was our last day.
Billy looked up at me and smiled sadly.
"How about another half hour?" he asked, glancing at the clock. It was the only object that adorned the bare wall. It was half past eight PM. Perfect, I thought. I had a sleepover tonight with Al and Rose. The later, the better.
"Why not?" I grinned back. He nodded his head, ran a hand through his salt-n-pepper hair and turned around in his wheelchair to turn on the nearby lamp to continue his reading.
I decided to finish the magazine, maybe that way I could understand half of what Rose and Al would be talking about tonight. I turned the page and three handsome boys showed up on the page, followed by large caption in white capital letters. I glanced at the picture. There was Jasper Whitlock on the left, 'tall, mysterious, and yu-uu-uu-mmy!' as Alice puts it. Emmett McCarty in the middle, who as Rose put it, could be described simply as 'those muscles! Oh my god- and those dimples and curly brown hair!'And on the right was none other than Edward Masen-the one and only. He had bronze, reddish-brown hair that stuck up in a cute disorganized way and green eyes that were greener than Emerald City itself. Don't get me wrong- psshh! I wasn't in love with the guy, as was every other woman on this planet, but they were male models-UNDERWEAR MODELS. Could there be a job any more obnoxious and shallow? Sticking out your pelvis in Calvin Klein's to make your balls look bigger and getting a snapshot of your six-pack. And they were all the Playboys of Cullen & Co.'s modeling company-frankly, the one that Rose and Al had an interview with tomorrow, while I was out job-hunting.
"CULLEN & CO.'S PLAYBOYS SETTLED DOWN WITH TRIO MARRIAGE?
Sources inform us that Cullen & Co.'s three top models settled down for good when they tied the knot last weekend at a Vegas altar. A person on the inside reported that the three infamous Playboys wedded three girls they picked up at a bar. Supposedly, Emmett McCarty, Jasper Whitlock, and Edward Masen are rumored to have married LeShauna, Shanainai, and Janiqua. Calm down, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward lovers! This may be another rumor of jealousy-but never forget- we reported it, and you saw it here first! Buy next week's issue and see what happens in this complicated plot!"
I laughed. I couldn't believe people- err…well girls, only, fell for that kind of was undoubtedly gunna come up tonight with Al and Rose. Joy. I skipped to the back of the magazine and finished completing the crossword puzzle. Hugh Jackman's birthday month? Hmmm…I looked down at the open 7-letter space.
I glared at the page for a full on minute.
"October!" whispered a male voice at my ear loudly. I shrieked, turning around only to see Jacob Black behind me, a cunning grin on his lips. I picked up the magazine and swatted him a few times like he was an unlucky fly.
"Oh, God, Jacob! Don't scare me like that!" I scolded him.
"Ow-oww-Bella! Well, it doesn't matter, I just finished your puzzle. Its five after nine, Bella. You should have gone home a while ago. Dad usually closes up around seven." He responded. I blushed from my outbreak and he took the magazine and scratched in the last answer. "Come on, Bella, I'll walk you to your car." He took my wrist and dragged me out from behind the counter. We, well he, made progress to about ten feet closer to the door when Billy noticed us leaving.
"Oh, hi Jake- good time with Nessie? I thought she was leaving tomorrow on that vacation with her family?" He asked Jake- so yes we were no more than friends. He was like my brother-if we were dating-naww- just too awkward. Nessie was his girlfriend, I'd met her once. She seemed nice, but kind of shy, but it didn't matter to me-those two were lovebirds around each other, it was adorable.
Billy wheeled himself over and coughed a few times. I worried for him, but I knew Jake was going to take good care of him. If anything, Jake knew how to warm up canned soup…even if it took him an hour to work that new microwave.
"Here, take this," Billy said, handing me a check, with a big bonus. I glanced at it surprised and laughed.
"Oh, that was funny, Billy! For a second I almost thought you were serious."
He looked at Jake, nodded his head, looked at me and shoved the check into my hands. Jake pushed me out the door and I stood unprotected in the light mist that began to sprinkle down.
Jake cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "You wouldn't have taken it otherwise!" and I had no choice but to stumble back to my car. "Bye, Billy's Bookstore," I muttered to myself, as I left, waving to them. I put on some music to distract me as I drove up the driveway to Alice's mini-mansion. It was time for that stupid sleepover I agreed to.
okay this chapter completely sucked, Review!