Authors Note: None of these characters are mine, I'm just having fun with them.
Chapter One: Unexpected.
"Are you going to come here?" Alice asked over the phone. Her voice didn't hide any of her excitement.
"Alice, I don't know how much say I'll get in picking the places I'll get to perform in." I said as I rummaged in my fridge for food.
She scoffed, "Bella, I haven't seen you since Christmas. If you don't come home to at least perform here, I am driving to Los Angeles and kidnapping you myself." I could hear her getting annoyed. Alice didn't try to hold back any emotion.
I finally found some take out, and put it in the microwave. I set a timer and leaned against the cold granite counter top waiting for my food to heat up. "Fine. I'll talk to my manager and see if we can squeeze in some time for somewhere near forks. Maybe there is a couple of days free." I finally said. Truth be told, I was hoping there wasn't. I didn't want to go back home. That was the whole point of leaving, never having to come back. Never having to see him again.
"NO!" She yelled in my ear and I couldn't tell which was more high pitched, Her or the microwave beeping right beside me. I pulled my food out. "You are spending more than just a 'few days' here. Spend the week, please. There is so much I need to tell you and I want to spend time with you! Stay a week, please!" She yelled.
I grabbed a fork out of a drawer and sat down in a chair in my empty dining room, well, empty house really. "Alice." I said quietly. "I don't want to higher the chances of me running into him."
"And who would that be?" She said in a knowing tone. knew exactly who. "Look, Bella, I get it. It's hard seeing him, but you shouldn't let Edward run you out of town. There are so many people who love you here, you shouldn't let one person who broke your heart keep you away from them." My heart stung at the sound of his name. "Please, just think about staying longer?"
"I'll think about it." I had suddenly lost my appetite. The take out that had once seemed like a good idea for dinner had lost its appeal. "No promises though. I just don't think I'm ready." Or if I'll ever be, I thought to myself. I got up from my table, and grabbed my plate and fork. Taking it back to the kitchen and threw it away.
"That's not exactly what I wanted but, I have a strong feeling that your answer will changed." Alice did that all the time. She predicted things and about 97 percent of the time, she was right.
I was going to ask her what she meant but my thoughts were distracted by the knock that had come from my door. "Alice, I gotta go, someone's at my door."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Call me when you know when you'll be coming home!" She said quickly.
I smiled at her persistence, "Goodbye, Alice. Give Carlisle, Esme, and Jaz My love."
"Will do, goodbye Bella." She hung up and I went to answer the door.
As soon as I opened the door, rose came in through the door. She walked right past me and walked into my living room.
"I HATE HIM, BELLA. I HATE HIM." Rose said as she slumped herself over my couch. As she shoved her face in my throw pillows, I shut and locked the door and went to go sit next to her.
Rosalie coming to my apartment in tear wasn't an unusual thing. She did it often, often because some low-life breaking her heart. I tried to warn her that all the guys she was interested in were losers, but eventually I gave up, hoping that she would figure it out herself. But the led to nights like this, then I'd regret not warning her. "What happened with this one?" I said as I put my hand on her shoulder, kneeling on the ground in front of the couch she was on.
She turned her head so it wasn't on the pillow, but facing me. I noticed the black smudges that were on my tan pillows from her crying with make up on. "All he wanted was sex and fame. Just like all the rest. He wasn't interested. He wanted publicity. I should've known." She tried to stop her voice from revealing that she was crying. But failed. "Why are men like this? Why do I attract men that are like this? All I want is someone who likes me for me, and not my money, fame, or how I look. I hate this." She said and her voice got louder.
"I'm sorry, rose. Guys are idiots. Royce Just isn't the one, but you'll find him, I promise you that." I tried to sound reassuring, but I didn't know how to. Rosalie was stuck in a, what seemed like, a never ending cycle of douche bags.
"I know that. But how do I find 'The One' If I don't go out looking for him? I'm tired of all the fool's gold." Rosalie was a huge believer in the idea that nothing ever gets handed to anybody, if you wanted something you had to fight for it, and she fought hard for everything she had today. Rose was an actress and a damn good one at that. She had won 2 Oscars already and she was only 23.
"I think you just need to slow down. Take a break or something. Focus on yourself, I think you need to get out of the limelight and rebuild your self-confidence and then you can go back into the world rejuvenated and then you will figure out what you really want. Because I think you and I both know that the kind of guy Royce is, is not what you want." Rose was a gorgeous blonde, she had the look people spend thousands of dollars to get. But she didn't believe it, because of all the failed relationships her confidence was at an all-time low and thus, she was shooting for the bottom of the barrel that was Royce King. Everybody knew Royce King was money and fame hungry, a true Celebrity Wanna-be. The only way he would get publicity is when he was dating a high buzz actor, i.e. Rosalie.
She gave me a small smile, "that's why I keep you around. You give me the best ideas." She sat up on the couch. Trying to wipe off the smudged make up off her face. "I should just take some time to myself."
"Exactly." I said quickly.
"I'll just get out of the spotlight and you can help me recuperate." She said quickly.
"Of course." I said without skipping a beat.
She sighed and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "we'll do it before you leave for your tour in the fall." She said as she was piecing the plan together in her head. That was rose though, everything she did was planned.
"I'm down, we can go to some remote location!" I suddenly got excited. "I have to do some writing for my next album anyway. This will be perfect. We can both get away from here and focus on what we need to." I had been meaning to start writing my next album for a while now, but in all honesty I had nothing inspiring me. My last album was full of Edward… I wanted to start writing about moving on. Closing that chapter and moving on to more.
"Yes! And I know just the place to do it!" She said with a smirk.
"Where?" I said carefully.
"Forks, Washington." She said avoiding my face. My smile instantly fell.
"No." I deadpanned.
"Why not?" She whined. "Come on, it'll give that Edmund guy a big punch in the gut when he sees you now! All this success, and to see that you've moved on." She leaned in, as if she had gotten closer that would make her more convincing. It hadn't. She
"It's Edward, Rose," she didn't quite remember his name because I didn't like saying it, but also I think she did it on purpose. "and come on, you know I haven't moved on." I said annoyed.
She smiled, "Yeah… But he doesn't know that." She had an even bigger smirk. I still looked unconvinced. "Come on. I need to get out of Cali, and all my usual retreat spots are going to be filled with paparazzi because its summer. And that ruins this whole idea. And who would think to go to your small, dinky hometown? Please Bella? I need this." her tone was very calm now, she seemed sad and in need.
"Fine." I gave in. "But plan to spend many days in doors, because I am making sure you are out of the media's eye."
"And you out of Edward's, right?" She said in almost a mocking tone, but sadness was still behind her tone.
"Exactly." I said as I got up from the ground and stood up. I pulled out my phone from my phone.
I sat next to her on the couch, "Who are you calling?" She said as I pressed the telephone on my iPhone screen.
"I'm calling my agent to tell her that I am going to Forks" I said as I brought the phone to my ear.
It rang twice before she answered. "Hi, Bella."
"Hi, Angela, I had a question." I said looking at rose who had gotten up to get the TV remote.
"Okay, shoot."
"What are my plans for the summer?" I knew I had a few things planned, but was hoping I could still pull this off. For rose, of course.
Angela became my manager as soon as I got signed with Star Records. When I first met her, I was surprised to see how nice she was. At the time, I thought everyone in Hollywood would be stuck up, but Angela was a prime example of humble. She was as nice as they come and knew what she was doing in the music business.
"Well you have an interview with Fallon, Conan, and Ellen on consecutive Fridays in July, and you have two movie premiers in august and you have to be seen at the opening of that new club in June and a few other appearances throughout. But other than that you should be working on the new album in the studio. Why?" It amazed me that she was able to remember all my events in the drop of a hat.
"Well, I was hoping that when I wasn't at those events, I could be working on my album in my hometown. I need a change of pace." I asked almost embarrassed. I hated working in the studio, and she knew it.
She laughed. "That's going to be a helluva lot of air fare. But I guess that's aright, if you can produce another great album like your last one there, go for it. But remember, this one has to better than the last." As nice as Angela was, at the end of the day, she was still my manager, and she still expected me to do great so she wouldn't be out of a job. She took a huge gamble asking Star to sign me, I was a nobody from Washington, and when she heard my demo that I had sent her she flew me out to meet me in person. It was perfect timing too, at that time I was in desperate need to get out of Forks, desperate need to get away from Edward.
"I will try my best, Ang, Thanks. I'll let you know when I find out when I will leave." I looked at Rose who I gave a thumbs up to show her that It was a go.
"Don't forget, you have an Interview with Kimmel next week. You can leave after that." She reminded me.
"No problem." I said "Thanks, Ang, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye Bella." She said as she hung up. I looked at the screen at what TV show was playing. Rose seemed to be watching a show about vampires. I looked at her in a judging manner.
She shrugged. "Shut up. I'm in grief and I need something that makes me happy, and you can't judge, it's now like you don't have the hots for Paul Wesley. You practically fainted when you met him." She laughed. I cringed at the memory.
I rolled my eyes and went straight back to the Telephone app. I called Alice.
"who are you calling now?" She said in an annoyed tone.
"Alice. She'll be thrilled." I said.
"Bella?" Alice answered on the line.
"Alice? Looks like I'll be in forks sooner and longer than you wanted." I said in a reluctant tone. "Get your summer cleared."
"WHAT?" She practically screamed.
I did a half-laugh. "Well, Rose and I need a little time to ourselves. And she thought it'd be a good idea." I put emphasis on the 'she'.
"Omygosh." She said excitedly. "I knew it."
I was confused at first, but It was Alice. Of course she did.
I went to bed after Rose had left at 2 a.m. I laid in bed and the feeling of dread washed over me. I was going to spend a summer in the last place I wanted to. In a place that I had so desperately tried so hard to leave. I was going to see Edward again. The feeling of pure sadness and heart break came back to me. I remember how it felt to see him drive away from my house in his white Jeep Cherokee. I remember how it felt to hear him say "to be honest, I don't know" when I had asked him if he loved me or if he was in love with me. We had been together for 2 and a half years. We had known each other for six. I thought He should've known. He should've known how he felt about me when we had spent all that time together. I did. I knew I was madly in love with him. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted us to move to Los Angeles, where we would have careers in music and perform together. I was so sure of him. But he wasn't sure of me.
He still lived in Forks. I wanted to try to avoid him. But I knew in a small town like forks, it was going to be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to see him. A deep part of me wanted to see him. To confront him, to ask him if he regretted saying those 6 words, or just regretted me. I wanted to ask him if he spent as many nights trying to wrap his head around where it exactly went wrong, what he had done wrong, just like I had done so many nights with myself.
I guess I'd have to find out. Lying in bed I had made myself determined to figure out what happened, what went wrong. I needed closure, and that is exactly what I was going to get.
End Note: This chapter almost felt rushed. I'm sorry, but I wanted to hurry up and get her to forks. I have such a big plan for this story and I just want to hurry and get to it!
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