A/N: Hey every one! Thank you for all the people who waited for this. I wish I made the good decision in re-writing. Thank you to all. Very Much. So, This is

The re-written first chapter of "My house or your house"

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EMPOV

"Emmett, please tell me that I have my own house now," said Edward.

My pathetic and idiotic superstar brother almost pleaded at me while sitting at his car. I looked at him and back to his stupid manager and groaned. My brother was Edward Cullen. Yes, everyone, the famous and arrogant one. Apparently he was handsome, or so I'd been told. With his green eyes -- hey, I'm much better looking in my opinion -- and "popularity" everybody loves him

"No." I said. "I told you, Ms. Swan is hard to convince." I shook my head while he rolled his green eyes.

"If you told her the amount we're offering, I should be sleeping at the bed right now," He said.

"Actually, no," Jasper Hale said, My brother's blonde manager. "You would be on your way to Starbucks to get your coffee."

"Agh!" Edward said, slamming his hands to the steering wheel. "You have to get that house this week, Emmett!"

"I said," I growled. "I. CAN"T. DO. THAT."

This has been happening for almost a week now. My brother pleading me to buy the damn house he wants so he can, 'take a break from all this craziness' Actually, I thought that this will be easy, sensing that I only thought the house is for sale. But, no. the damn house was a freackin' heirloom! How can you buy that house when the girl who owns it was really lonely. She has no one else for her. Poor girl.

"Hey, Emmett! Are you listening?!" Edward said, I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"What, Eddie?" I asked .with a smirk, knowing it bugged the hell out of him. Edward gritted his teeth at me.

"My name is Edward and," He said. "I'll make you a deal, if you get me that house, you'll get a date with Rose."

My eyes widened in shock. I would do everything to have a date with Rosalie. She had this golden blonde hair, hot body and perfect blue eyes. I was planning to ask her out for almost six months now and I simply couldn't.

Why?

Well, I just forgot that she has the scariest half-brother in the world in the name of Jasper Whitlock? You know, the scary, freaky and always serious Jasper? I may be able to bench press over six-hundred pounds, but Jasper was just someone you didn't cross.

Yeah. He is the brother.

So, when those words left Edward's mouth, all I could do was look at Jasper with wide eyes. He looked at Edward and back to me. He sighed and gave the scariest death glare I've ever seen—aside from my mom's of course.

"Never hurt her or," he said menacingly. "….The pictures…"

I gulped. Yup. Pictures. Let's just say it involves me and eggs and a shitload of liquor.I nodded eagerly. He smiled and relaxed in his seat.

"So," Edward suddenly said. "I'll be expecting my house next week? Or would you rather let Rosalie down?"

I looked at Edward. Screw Ms. Swan. I have to get that house. Now.

BPOV

"Actually, Miss Swan,"

Mr. Antolin said. "Your novel is quite…funny."

I have been inside his office for awhile now and he never asked me about the novel. All he did was ask about the book's inspiration. This was his first question.

I raised my eyebrows and frowned. "What do you mean by funny, sir?"

"Well, it is said here that the man, Kyle died because he slipped in a peel of banana and the girl, Liza died and suddenly had a heart attack and died, too. Isn't a bit funny about how they died?"

"Sir, how can it be funny when it's supposed to be romance? Isn't obvious? They both died. It's sad." My frown deepened. Can't he see it?

"Umm…" He said. "I'm sorry Miss Swan…But I have something else to do. You can leave. Thank you, Miss Swan." He said as he looked at his watch and suddenly was about to sprint from the room. I stopped him at the door.

"Wait," I said, clutching my purse. Mr. Weber looked at me and I thought I saw a slight grimace. "So, Will you publish my work?" I asked nervously.

He looked at me smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry Miss Swan. Maybe next time." He said in an apologetic tone and closed the door behind him.

I froze. No. This couldn't be happening. I mean, I wrote almost five novels now and I still haven't published any of it. And not to mention that all of them are always rejected by different publishing houses.

Am I a bad writer?

Ugh! I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath and calmed myself not to cry again. Why does this always happen to me?! Ugh! Am I not good enough?! This is so bad. I need to pay the bills!

Okay, not necessarily bills since I have enough money to pay for that but…I need to eat!

I took a deep breath to calm myself and stood up, opening the door slowly to find that all the secretaries are all looking at me. I glanced at one of them and saw pity. I glared at her -- I hated pity-- and watched in satisfaction when she flinched and hurried back to typing at her computer. I almost smiled. Almost.

I held my chin high as I walkout of the building. What are they do, publish book or not, I still have my dignity with me. All of them replaced their pitied glances with admiration. I smiled slightly. But as soon as I left the door, I screamed and closed my eyes. This day had gone so wrong. My fifth full novel and it was rejected. What was I going to do?

Felling my lungs ready to collapse cause I can't scream anymore, I opened my eyes and realised that everyone was looking at me. And by everyone, I mean the people who walked with the dog, the taxi drivers, the men and women walking who suddenly stopped and all but looked at me.

"Aaaagh…" I screamed awkwardly. "Oh my gosh, a bug!" I said as I pointed at the ground before I ran into my car.

I leaned into my car and breathed slowly, trying to calm myself down.
I sighed. This day proved that this is one of the worst days ever in my life-well, not counting the day I slipped to the floor at the day of my graduation and the day I went to the hospital for choking on pizza. Who knew pepperoni could be so lethal?

I sighed. My day would be worse if I concentrated on bad things. I took a deep breath and decide to get a cup of coffee since it's the only thing that gets me calm. I went to my beat up truck and drove myself at the café, carefully ignoring the rejection of my novel.

When I arrived at the café, I ordered a large hot chocolate. Hmm…yum! They took their sweet time in making it, so when I finally did receive it, I had no choice but to return home. I had stuff to do . . . like wallow in my self-pity.But when I was about to get inside my car, I suddenly bumped in to someone . . . effectively spilling my chocolate all over their shirt. My eyes widened. Uh-oh. I looked up and saw the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my whole life.

"Damn," a melodic voice cursed. Oh! I heard that voice before! Where? Where? "You ruined my shirt!"

I snapped back to reality as I realised that the man -- his voice was much too smooth and low to be a woman -- was doing an awkward dance, getting his skin burned by my carelessness. My eyes widened. Again.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized profusely.I adjusted to the light from the sun and my mouth hung open.

Oh. My. God.

It's Edward Cullen! The hot guy from-What is that movie called again? Oh right! The vampire thingy, Twilight!

"Are you blind?!" He bellowed at me. I frown. "This is an original Armani!"

Oh no. Did he just yell at me?! At the day I got rejected?! The hell with it!

"I said I'm sorry, Mister." I sneered at him. I point my finger at him "And God! You don't have to yell at me like that! I'm not deaf! Maybe you lost your precious Armani! But, I have news for you! You're not the only one who lost something! I just got rejected from the publishing house and here you are, yelling at me like it was my entire fault! And to top it all, my precious chocolate-the ONLY thing that can calm me- Is. On. Your. Shirt!"

I glared at him while he stared at me in shock. I pushed him in the chest and glared at him one last time before I got inside my car.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I hopped out of my car and prepared to open the gates to my house -- a beautiful house that had been left to me in my parent's will. Before I could get too far though, someone dove out of the bushes lining the driveway and clutched my left leg in a vice-like grip. I screamed, flailing. Looking down at my leg, I saw a head of brown locks.

"Who are you?!" I yelled. The guy looked up at me and I immediately regretted guy was Emmett Cullen,the man who'd been pestering me non-stop about buying my house for his brother or something. I couldn't just sell it though. Sentimental value, and all.

God! Could this day get any worse?

"Miss Swan!" he boomed "Please sell me your house! Just sign this papers!"

He stood up and released my leg.

"Stay there." He said desperately, sounding a tad intoxicated. He fumbled with his briefcase and I thought that was my cue to escape.

"Where is it?" he mumbled. I tip toed to the gate and took the emergency key under the flower vase. If I use my key, it will make noise since it has other keys on it. I put the key to the hole and opened the gate. I dashed inside as soon as I could.

"Miss Swan!" I heard Emmett yelled outside the door. I quickly locked the gate and ran inside my house.

Oh god, please give up. I can't deal with anything else today.

I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time and ran in my room. I quickly changed into a black tank top and blue shorts and went back to the living room and opened the my laptop. I sat on the couch and checked my messages.

Beep. Beep.

"This is Bella Swan speaking! I'm at work. Leave your message Thank you!"

I cringed lightly at my own voice recorded at the phone.

"Hey, Bella! This is Alice. Hey, Listen, I'll pick you up at eight. I know you're rejected. We'll go to the bar. Wear something nice. See you tonight!

I glanced at the clock and saw it was already six. Pfft…I can easily choose an outfit. Though, Alice normally chooses my clothes. Alice is very short. I mean, I'm just 5'3 but I call her short. That's something. She also has this pale skin and spiky black hair. She's basically a pixie who is addicted to fashion and currently has her own boutique. However, despite her obsession with my wardrobe, I loved her in that moment. Thank god for alcohol.

A drink. Yeah. A drink will get my head out of things for now.

I hope.


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