Edward finds himself lost in his life. Isabella wants nothing more then to have a fairy tale ending. Edward gets lost in downtown L.A. and meets Isabella who charges him for the directions. Taking a chance on each other, Edward hires Isabella to be his date for the week. Do they find what they are looking for each other or lose everything all the way?

Disclaimer : I own nothing Twilight Related. All credits to Stephenie Meyer.


"Rent's past due. 2 months now. Where's my money, Quil? Get it by tonight or you're out of here." Riley's voice travels up to my apartment, awaking me from my slumber.

"Shit!" I roll off the bed, running to the bath. I pull the lid off the back of the toilet's tank.

The travel soap container has nine bucks in it.

"Rosalie! You stupid bitch." I growl.

Heavy footsteps descend up the stairs.

"Fuck!" I pull my wavy brunette hair into a bun and pull my wig cap over my head. I quickly brush my teeth and make sure my shirt has no wrinkles. Fishing down my black stockings from the shower rod.

I slip them up my legs, snapping them into my garter belt.

"You know rent's due on the 21st of every month and you crack heads never have it! I'm not running a goddamned homeless shelter, you fucking assholes!" Riley screams at no one in general.

I throw my blonde-bob wig on with my black limo driver hat. Grabbing my red men's sports jacket and my black very worn thigh high boots. I slip them on in no time.

A power fist pounds on the door.

I pull the window to the fire escape open as quietly as I can. I drop the ladder down and slip into the darkness of night.

I keep my head down as I walk quickly past all the bums and drug addicts making my way's to Pop's bar.

A dumpster and the area around is closed off with police tape. Some Chinese tourist snapping pictures with their fancy cameras.

"Ohh come on! Felix, they are taking pictures!" the detective yells to his partner.

The tourist start taking pictures of the detective. I duck my head, slipping into the bar.

The bass pumps, shaking the walls. I head straight to the bar.

"Hey Laurent! Have you seen Rosalie?" I yell over the music.

"She's up stairs." Laurent smiles at me. I slam the bar top, my hand sticks to the table top, "Thanks."

"Don't be looking at my girl, asshole!" a very large, angry biker screams.

I descend the stairs two at a time. "Rosalie!" I find her sitting with Royce and two other ladies.

She's plays with her blonde hair, pushing up her bangs with a pink comb.

"Rosalie!" I call to her, smiling slightly.

"Bella! Hi Baby." Her Havel eyes are glazed over and she stumbles to meet me. "You spent our rent money to get loaded!" I shout, grabbing her arm.

She tumbles down, "Jeeze, Bella. Chill. I only own Royce, two hundred dollars more."

"You know, Bella. If you want to work for me. You could pay off what she owns me." Royce stands up, looking me up and down. He licks his burnt cracked lips.

"Thanks a really nice offer, Royce but no." She pulls him down as she comes to stand behind me.

I shake my head rolling my eyes, and I move back towards the stairs.

"Do you really like her, Royce?" one of the girls whines as we leave. "Shh." he quiets her

We make our way over to the bar. Rosalie grabs a cocktail napkin and starts loading it up with the fruit from the traces for drinks.

"Hey, Rosalie. This is a bar not a buffet." Laurent growls. Rosalie rolls her eyes at him.

"I was walking here and they had pulled someone of out of a dumpster!" I freak out at Rosalie. That is the number one reason I don't want a pimp. If you aren't do what they want. The hell with you, you are end.

"You know who it was?" Rosalie spilts her food as she talks, "It was Junkie Jessica! I guess she was running her mouth, Baam! Right in-between the eyes." "This is why I like to work for myself. No one telling me what to do, or taking my money." I wrap my arms around myself.

"It's great, honey." Rosalie smiles, "Come on, let's go."

"Uhhh… Jane. What do you think you're doing?" Rosalie gives the small blonde girl her killer eyes.

She glances over at Rosalie. "I was just taking a rest."

"Yeah well. From Chris Hemsworth, all the way to Robert Pattinson is my area. SO you need to go take a rest somewhere else!" Rosalie clicks her tongue and points to the end of the block.

"I was just leaving anyways." She starts to walk away, her heels clicking on the pavement. "What about her?" She snarls at me, glancing back.

Rosalie gives her a noted look, "She's with me. SO beat it."

"God, Rosalie. You've become such a grouch." she spits back, taking off down the street. "I have a become that much of a grouch," she gives me sad eyes.

I bite my lip, "Just a lil bit."

"Heey, baby." a guy from a car yells at us.

"Heey baby!" Rosalie plays it right back at him. 'It's my birthday, how about a freebie?" He grins.

"Dream on, asshole!" She flips him over as he rips down the strip.

I shake my head, watching Rosalie's eyes come back down.

The lights twinkle as the cars stream by. A car alarm goes off in the distance. Heaven I think to myself as I make myself know that Im open for business.

Edward's P.O.V:

"If that's what you want fine. I won't stop you, Tanya." I pinch the bridge of my nose, my Bluetooth in my ear.

"Edward, you can't stop me if I'm never here." Tanya sighs deeply.

"I don't know what you want me to say," I pace the floor, hearing the party going on downstairs.

"That's the thing, Edward. You never say anything. I talk to your assist more then I talked to you. I'm left to figure everything out myself. I hate it. Good bye Edward." She clicks the phone off.

"Good Bye, Tanya." I say to the dial tone. I click the off button on the Bluetooth.

"Thanks for coming." Jacob Black smiles and shakes the guest's hands.

"It's really great, Jacob." A brunette hair clings her husband's arm and smiles sweetly.

Jacob smirks, "Thank my wife. She called the cater." he remakes, snidely,

"Jacob," Emily cames running over to her husband, "He's leaving. Edward's leaving."

Jacob sees the back of Edward's reddish-cooper tone head, head out the door.

"Excuse me." Jacob mumbles running after Edward. Emily nibbles at her finger's watching her husband run off.

"Edward, what are you doing?" Jacob stands beside me.

"I'm leaving." I mumble, "Do you have your car keys."

Jacob looks over at the two vale boys. All the cars are stuck like it was a game of traffic jam.

"What kind of system is this?" he groans. Other Limo drivers stand by the wall reading the newspapers.

"Emmett can't get the limo out its buired way back there. Jacob give me you're car keys. I need to get to Beverly Hills now." I pat his arm.

"But it's a brand new Volvo. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?" Jacob squeaks his eyes, popping out of his head. He holds his keys out.

"I'll figure it out." I grab the keys from his hand and jump into the car.

The engine roars to life as I peel out of the driveway.

"That's not the way to Beverly Hills! You're not going to make it there before dark!" Jacob yells.

I flick the car into reverse and charge down the hill in the opposite direction I started out in.


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