Hey there! I hope this fanfiction doesn't disappoint! PLEASE REVIEW! Seriously, if you like it, all you have to write is 'nice' or 'update soon' or… I don't know…anything. If you don't like it, just write, 'eh, not bad, but I've read better'! It's AH, AU, and OOC, and in case anyone new is wondering what those mean, (OOC= Out of Character AU= Alternate Universe and AH= All Human) and by the way, USC= University of Southern California!
By the way, the names of the movies are completely made up. I think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or the movies if they exist.
BPOV
The dark clouds of dusk swirled over the flat rooftops of the massive buildings. Alice beamed; I sighed. This was heaven with a cupcake for her, but not for me. All the shops, the expensive-looking clothes that even the hobos wore sort of disconcerted me. I supposed that this was what it was like to be rich.
"C'mon, Bella, in here!" Alice ushered me into a restaurant with a fancy sign that read 'Garden of Eden' in elegant, cursive letters. I gasped.
"Alice, this is way too much money!" I snapped, heading straight for the door. This was all too much for me. I muttered mindless gibberish about how I never should've let her make me apply for the University of Southern California. Los Angeles was terribly expensive, and it did me no good to watch Alice pay for everything. What would happen when she ran out of money? Part of me wondered whether she would ever run out of money. "Bella!" I heard Alice squeak, too late.
"Gah!" I sucked in a desperate breath as I stumbled on the metal bottom of the door. My fingers caught the rim of the wall and raked sharply down them, burning my fingertips. The sidewalk came dangerously close to my nose, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the agonizing smack. It never came. A sense of confusion invaded my mind as I felt myself being pulled up and back onto my feet. I didn't recognize the large hands wrapped around my waist; they certainly weren't Alice's. I didn't think Alice's hands had any hair on them, last time I checked. My head turned up look at my savior.
Lips red as wine above a strong, set jaw line sent my heart racing, as did his straight, perfect nose accompanied by cheekbones set at just the right height. The eyes were what really made my heart thump. They were a glistening emerald, intelligent but playful. They sparkled as his arms left my waist and his mouth twisted up into something like a smirk. He held his warm hand out to me and I stared at it, confused. I then realized, with a figurative kick, that he wanted to shake my hand.
Real smooth, Bella, I thought sarcastically. I bet he's thinks you're mentally ill now! I tried to smile back at him, but probably ended up looking like an idiot as my hand clasped firmly around his. I noticed the importance in which he held himself, as if he were famous or something. His clothes also hinted subtle significance. His button down shirt had the first two buttons undone, giving him a seductive yet professional look.
"Hi, I'm Isabella. Bella. Well, my real name is Isabella. But people call me Bella." I frowned. His lips twitched in amusement, and I felt my cheeks heat to a brilliant scarlet.
"Edward," he firmly shook my hand, making me twitch.
I glanced back at Alice, who was staring with a huge amount of awe at Edward. Her eyes were simply huge. When she caught my gaze, she waggled her eyebrows and grinned wickedly. I blushed furiously and turned back to my savior.
Once again, I couldn't help but marvel over his beauty. The tangled heap of bronze hair upon his head gave him the most female-enticing look that was still sophisticated. His eyes were fringed thickly with lashes, and his teeth were as white as an angel.
Suddenly, two loud honks sounded from outside. An impatient looking man sat in a limousine, frowning while staring at Edward. I balked.
Edward sighed, as if torn, and gave me a longing gaze. He released his gentle hold on my shoulder (he had held it there to steady me) and bent down to whisper in my ear. "Well, Bella, you certainly are a sight I will want to see again…" the silky breath, hot and smooth, running down my neck made me shiver. I took an involuntary deep breath, he smelled so good. "But, until then…we'll have to part. Here," he pressed something stiff into my palm. I looked down to see a piece of paper. It had a jumble of numbers scrawled elegantly across it. "If you ever need anything before we meet again, call that number. I assure you, you will get help."
"Um…okay," I mumbled lamely.
"I'll see you around, Bella." He turned on his heel and loped down the narrow walkway towards the limo.
Alice was at my side in a heartbeat. "Bella…" she said carefully. I spun to face her. "Do you know who that is?" her voice rose with her excitement.
"No, should I?" I felt then like I was missing something vital.
"Should you?!" she yelled. "Yes you should! That was Edward Cullen!!" she was panting by now. She rubbed her throat.
"Oh…isn't he that famous actor guy or something?"
"Or something?! Or something?! Bella, he isn't just 'something'! He is Cullen. He is legend. He…he…he—I can't…." she stubbornly shook her head in disappointment. She pouted and sniffed. "I can't believe you."
I sighed. She rolled her eyes and pulled me away from the restaurant. "Wait," I protested, "aren't we getting something to eat?"
"We were, until he came. Anyone that sees Edward in person is bound to feel faint! We'll just grab something to drink and eat at the dorm. Rosalie is probably fuming at how late we already are anyways."
"All right…"
I let her pull me away from the restaurant. We made our way to her Porsche and I climbed in tentatively. I was still scared I would scratch the paint of accidentally tear the door off by some crazy hammer incident, but she was set on the thought that I wasn't really clumsy, I just thought I was clumsy, so that whenever I did do something uncoordinated, I would be expecting it.
Alice kept staring at me with a really weird glint in her eye, as if she was plotting something. Bad. I gulped occasionally, attempting to avoid her mischievous peeks. She finally pulled out her cell phone and raised it to her ear. "Yes, Rosalie?" she murmured. "We have an emergency…yes, it has to do with Bella…no…no…OH MY GOD NO…ha…yeah…Edward Cullen…calm down…okay, see you in a bit. Bye!"
"Er…Alice? What was that about?"
"Oh well, Bella, we've noticed how deprived you've been of people, boys in particular. But you seemed to take a liking to Edward…wait, who doesn't? Anyway, that wasn't it. The biggest part was that he looked like he was interested."
I winced. "Alice, he's a movie star. I bet he does that to all sorts of girls every day."
"Maybe…" she mused. "But I doubt it. I think he really liked you. Either way, we're going to teach you how to get him."
"What if I don't want him?" I challenged.
"But you do, Bella, don't deny it."
I flushed in embarrassment. "So?"
"So, we're gonna' help you. Get ready for the lesson of a lifetime, Swan."
"We're probably never to see him again, anyway, so there's no point it trying."
"Bella, I know people who know Rosalie who knows people. Believe me. We can get you back together."
I twisted, frightened, in my seat. This wasn't the first time they'd tried to 'help' me. There was the time I had accidentally flushed my keys down the toilet and Rose had used the plunger to get them back up. That one was especially messy. Then there the time a thirty-year-old man had spilled soda all over me on purpose. Alice and Rosalie were angry. Poor guy…I still wondered how stitches he had needed.
The engine purred to a halt in front of the dorms, where Rose stood, arms crossed over her chest. Oh boy, I thought, this is gonna' be a long night.
EPOV
My back screamed in pain as I slumped against the bedpost. My breathing was ragged and uneven.
"Edward?" the housekeeper, Angela, called timidly.
"Yeah?" I shouted back, trying to ignore the dull throbbing of my roaring headache. I winced as she entered the room with Advil and a glass of purified water. She frowned, obviously concerned with my distorted position.
"Care to talk about it, Mr. Cullen?" she asked gently, not at all prying, but simply truly worried about me.
"I'm sorry, Angela. And how many times have I told you to call me Edward? Anyway, I just can't really…ugh… explain it very well…" I gulped down the water, trying not to flinch as the pill worked its way down my constricted throat. "Today was incredibly stressful. What with all the fighting for the role of that Royce man, and then that beautiful girl literally stumbling on me…" I realized just then how far I'd gone.
"A beautiful girl stumbled on you?" I saw the beginnings of a smirk slide up on her usually innocent face. "Mr. Cull — er…Edward…I've never heard you call a girl beautiful. Not even Tanya. They were all either 'pretty' or 'pretty ugly' to you. Or, as you referred to Tanya, 'damn hot'."
I frowned at the way she worded it, but I knew how true it was.
"So," she leaned forward, curious. "What did she look like?"
Normally I would've just shook my head and make up an excuse, but I actually wanted to talk about this woman.
"She had the silkiest hair, the most brilliant shade of brown. I know that seems odd, but it actually seemed to glow. An adorable little nose, not crooked or too pig like. She had full, carnation pink lips and the most heart-warming blush you've ever seen!" I sighed, lost in my thoughts. "And don't even get me started on those eyes. The deepest, most intelligent brown…"
"Sounds like love," Angela shrugged.
I jerked up in shock. Love? Surely not. A strong pull? Surely. "Of course not."
Angela smiled wickedly. "Okay, I'm going to believe that. Call on me when you two are engaged."
I felt my eyes widen in astonishment. Engaged? Great, now she had that picture in my head. Me standing close to her, my hands on her waist, and her head on my shoulder. I took it out of my mind.
Oh, man, I was a real mess.
BPOV
I sat at the kitchen, thinking about my orange chicken rather than eating it. Okay, so I wasn't thinking about the orange chicken. I was thinking about…sigh…Edward Cullen. I would have to ask Alice to rent some of his movies.
As if answering my unspoken question, Ali and Rose burst into the room at that moment, three DVDs in their hands.
"Bella, we've gotten the top three movies that Edward was in, after much debate. One's sad, and one's scary. The last one is a love story with a happy ending. The sad one is a love story, too, but with a sad ending." Alice explained, setting them in front of me.
Bleeding Rain was the scary one, I assumed. Might as well get that one over with first. We popped it in the DVD player and I scrunched up tight with Alice and Rosalie. I had screamed three times in the first twenty minutes. Zombies and ghosts with the most gruesome features were flying out of the corners and launching themselves at people.
Edward had a minor role in that one, so we took it out after he played his part as a staggering survivor that shows the male lead the key to ending it all.
"The happy one next." I shivered.
I smiled as it ended. It glanced at the cover. Blueprints. It had been about a man (Edward) named Rick who wanted to reconstruct his life and his future love made 'blueprints' for his life.
"Aw, that was so cute." I grinned.
"This one's cute at first, but then…I just know we're going to need Kleenex." Rosalie sighed.
Wilting. I shuddered. How awful.
We watched it cautiously. Well, at least I did. "Oh…" sob "wait…" sob "tissue, please…" I wiped away my tears.
Alice pressed the 'stop' button and muttered something about "not being able to take it". I wholly agreed with her.
"Good actor or what?" Rose teased, elbowing me lightly in the gut.
"Yeah," I muttered. "And he was probably just acting when he pretended to fancy me. I mean, what are the chances of someone like him remotely noticing someone like me?" I sunk onto the sofa and tried not to start crying again. It wasn't like me at all to show my emotions like this.
"C'mon, Bella." Alice said sternly. "You are absolutely perfect. Well, except for the stubbornness. But other than that, we can't…and we're sure that Cullen can't…find a flaw in you."
"Thanks, Ali, but it's just not right." I mumbled, heading up to bed.
"Okay, Miss Depressed, but tomorrow we're gonna' set you up with Edward. Like I said before, we have connections, so you better be up and ready by six. You know what it means, Bella. Makeover!" she squealed like a child and ran into our room, Rosalie trailing behind. Rose gave me an important look, saying 'give her a break'.
I nodded and threw on my pajamas. The mere thought of seeing Edward again sent what could only be described as something like highly trained ninja butterflies loose in my stomach.
"Good night, Bella. Dream Edwardic dreams." Alice sang, hopping into her bed.
"I will," I yawned, not even realizing what I was saying. Within moments, I was out.
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