Written for people who love Edward and Bella all humanized! =]

Type of Edward:

A teacher

Type of Bella:

A journalist

PoV:

Bella and in later chapters maybe Edward

Character types:

IC and a bit OOC

Rated M for later Lemons.

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for any suggestions, etc.

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Chapter One

Brrrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrring!

I groggily lifted my head off my pillow and slammed my hand down on my alarm.

I looked at it.

7:00am. It stated.

"Ugh. Work." I mumbled, sleep deprieving myself from saying anything more coherent.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes; I stared at the shiny, white shopping bag that my best friend, Alice, had left for me the previous evening.

Only God knows what that little pixie could have possibly bought for me. I thought.

I sighed and slowly rose from my bed, glancing around my room. White walls; pale wooden floor; a double bed right smack bang in the middle of the room; a bedside locker; a floor length mirror at the end of the room and a white wardrobe, next to which the white shopping bag was. Some people might describe me as minimalist; I just didn't really care that much about furniture.

I padded over to my wardrobe, to see what was in my bag. All I could saw was a white shoe box, a tiny midnight blue box, a small black plastic bag, a tube of lipstick and three slim grey boxes that said, 'Twilight' all over them. Twilight was Alice's favourite store, despite the fact that it was the most expensive store in Forks.

I groaned, turned around and walked towards my bathroom.

You're probably wondering at this point who I am, and why my pixie-like best friend has bought me a new outfit?

My name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short, I'm twenty three, fresh out of college, and could very well be the clumsiest person to ever walk the earth. Alice and I studied journalism together at Port Angeles University, and now, both of us work for a top-notch fashion magazine. Fashion doesn't interest me much, so I tend to focus on the other areas of the magazine: Real Life articles and such. Alice writes articles on how to match clothes, etc. While I write articles about current events, celbrities, and just the general, fashion republic interest. I love what I do, and get paid a great wage. Anyway, I'm insanely head-over-hills for this guy.

Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen.

Edward just so happens to be Alice's sister and my brothers best friend. My brother is Emmet, who is my other best friend – Rosalie's – boyfriend. Alice's boyfriend – Jasper - is from the south, they've been together for five years, and I'm positive that he's going to pop the question very soon.
Alice'd just bought me a new outfit becouse straight after work, we were going to go to this new club: Eclipse. My cousin Jacob – who is a police officer – is the bouncer for said club, and Alice and Rosalie were dragging me along so that they could have a great night with their boyfriends. I'd probably end up sitting at the bar, while some freak tried to chat me up.

When I got to the bathroom, I sat down on the lid of my toilet and closed my eyes.

I hope Edward's there tonight... I thought, hopefully, but in my right mind, I thought better.

Of course he's not going to be there tonight, stupid. I made myself think.

I got off the toliet seat, stripped, and hopped in to the shower. I decided that I wouldn't wash my hair, as it wasn't greasy, and I didn't have enough time.

Twenty minutes later, I got out of the shower. I grabbed a a towel and dried myself off. I padded over to the sink, yanking my toothbrush out of the glass it was in and – in the process - nearly smashing the glass to smitherines.

After towelling myself off, brudhing my teeth, and applying the certain amount of mascara that made my eyes look just right (which was alot, I might add), I snuck a peek at the clock.

7:47am.

Holy mother of God! Shit, shit, shit! I'm going to be late for work! I shouted at myself mentally, before rushing over to my wardrobe and grabbing the shiny bag off the floor.

I flung the bag on the bed and began rummaging through the contents til I found one of the Twilight boxes that read: Underwear Set, in swirly writing.

Good God.

With my thumb and index finger, I plucked the lacy, revealing, white bra and thong from the box and held them in front of my face. I was so not aware that Twilight produced such mostrosities.

Oh well, I thought, I don't have enough time to find anything else.

I tore the white towel away from my body and started searching the underwear for any tags.

Sneaky pixie! No tags means no returns.... Ugh!I'm going to murder her when I get to work! I screamed in my head.

I carefully peeled on the thong, then strapped on the bra.

I pulled out the black plastic bag next. Out of it I pulled a white vest. I pulled it on without thinking. At the bottom of the plastic bag, there was a small note from Alice. It read:

Bella,

I know at this point you're probably fuming,

but I need to tell you how to wear your clothes properly.

Please tuck this vest in to the skirt I've provided.

Alice x

I tossed the note to the side, and grabbed another Twilight box. Skirt it read. I pulled off the lid and threw it on the floor. I yanked the skirt from it's container, undoing the button and pulling down the zip as fast as I could, but careful enough as not to break it. I stepped in to the beige, knee length pencil skirt, tucking in the vest, as Alice had told me to do. I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror. I looked all right. That night, I'd left my window open, and the breeze coming inside was blowing my long, dark brown, wavy hair against my back bone, causing a tickle.

The next thing I plucked from the bag was the tiny midnight blue box. I flipped it open and saw the most beautiful pair of Emerald tear drop ear-rings.

Wow, Alice has really out done herself this time. I thought.

I plunged them in to my ear holes, and continued yanking stuff out of the bag.

Next thing that I grabbed was the last Twilight box. Cardigan it read.

I pulled out of the box a bum length grey, cashmere cardigan. I knew Alice loved this type of stuff. To her: it was luxury.

The next thing I pulled out of the box was the tube of lipstick. I opened it. Red. Red lipstick. Alice would get great crack out of me wearing this shit. I carefully applied the lipstick not wanting to get any of it anywhere other then my lips, as it was such a noticable colour. I threw the tube in to my shiny black bag on the bed – courtesy of Alice. A birthday present from her.

The last thing I tugged out of the bag, was the shoe box.

Please God, help me. I begged, as I lifted the lid and saw what was awaiting my feet.

Black, patent leather, open toed stilletoes were staring at me.

Holy fucking shit.

I looked at the clock for the reassurance that I would be able to find another pair of shoes in time to leave for work.

8:06am.

"No, no, no!" I whined, throwing the stilletoes on the ground and slipping my feet in to them.

I grabbed my bag off the bed and ran out of my bedroom.

On my way out of the apartment, I reached in to my coat closet and grabbed the first coat my hand touched: my navy, dressy coat.

So be it... I thought, throwing it on, rushing out the door and grabbing my car keys.

I stumbled down the stairs in the shoes as could, tripping over myself at every step. I finally reached the parking lot. I spotted my car and ran for it, reaching for my cell in my bag. The clock read: 8:13am. Work began at 8:30, and was a fifteen minute drive from my apartment building.

Finally, I reached my sliver, BMW, convertible. Another Birthday present, except this time, from my parents. My old truck had died a few years ago, and I still haven't lived it down.

I pressed the button on my key – unlocking it – and slid in to the driver's side, tossing my bag on to the passenger seat.

I stuck the key where it was supposed to go, and pulled out of the parking lot, speeding down the street.

I hope my boss is in a good mood today, I thought, narrowley dodging a pedestrian. Because I certainly am not.

If I get at least two reviews for this chapter, I'll continue. If I'm bothered, I might even continue anyway, regardless of wether I get any reviews or not.