Don't worry The next chapter for true star is nearly done, I'm just having a little trouble with some technical/medical words and terms.

This wasn't originally going to be my next story, but I liked the idea, last night and thought I would start it off.

The Devils Wear Gucci

AU/ AH/ OOC:In a world of rich gucci wearing bitches, and part-time topshop workers. What is the worst that can happen, espeicially with klutz Bella and fashionista Alice. Who knew falling on their face outside work, would make you so popular.

IF you hadn't guessed yes it is very loosely based on the devil wears prada, but in a way....not. All in Bellas POV, at the moment, maybe a little alice.

The Top Shop owner, Guuci wearing Devil

"Next week's rota is up, Bella. We are working the whole week!" My best friend Alice was leaning over the sales counter next to me, while I beeped through the final customers items.

"£42.97, please." Some notes got handed over to me and change, a receipt and a heavy Top Shop bag was handed back.

"Thank you, the customer," replied as she walked away.

"What do you expect, its Christmas shopping season?"

Bella, 19, 1st year english language student. With a part-time sales assistant job at Top Shop, Oxford Street, London. yes part-time!

Alice, 19, 1st year fashion student. Also with a part time job at Top Shop in the fitting rooms.

When Alice said whole week she really meant, Tuesday mornings, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons, when we were not studying, along with my all-time favourite working the whole weekend.

"Lauren has pissed of to Antigua on a frigging cruise, leaving us to freeze our bits off here." Alice pointed out of the now locked doors. "Look, its bloody snowing again."

I threw some returned items to her, carried the rest myself and started re-homing them. While other staff swept, and tidied around the rails.

Lauren was our boss, the manager of Top Shop, Oxford Street, not that she actually wore any of the clothes, or had ever dreamt of it. I struggled to buy some trousers and a shirt to work in from here, even with a staff discount. Well, I didn't struggle my eyes started to water as I parted with the hard-earned cash, when I came to pay for it. The most expensive trousers I had come to earn and they were for work.

"How long, she gone for?" I asked as I folded up some dark jeans and placed them on the stand.

"2 weeks!"

I counted the days forward in my head coming up with the 27th December, "What she's away all Christmas?" We continued round the store, with our clothes.

"Yes, with Michael. 'Oh he's so gorgeous, you know Alice. The way he looks at me make me all gooey.' I thought I was going to throw up."

"On Sunday, when she came to tell me she was off away. That was all she came to tell me, so I could gloat, when I can barely afford a weekend in soggy Bournemouth. When she can just get whisked away to sun, sea and probably damn good sex, with some rich lord from the country."

"Nothing is wrong with Bournemouth, that is where I went with my mum and dad for 10 years running." I pushed her a little, as I returned my last item to a rail.

Quickly checking back out and grabbing our coats we ran to the back door, to escape outside.

Before we could link arms together and walk back out onto Oxford street, towards our apartment.

My feet slipped from underneath me and I fell flat on my arse, Alice creased her self laughing while I stared at my feet, and the street.

Alice suddenly stopped and gasped. A hand appeared in front of me, trying to help me up. I took it, pulled myself up and stared up to my rescuer.

Edward Cullen, the 20 year old, actor god, that he was. Now I knew why Alice had stopped breathing!