Chapter 1

Because I have been famous since I was five, I have never known what complete privacy is like. To able to go to the local grocery store without the paparazzi bombarding you about the latest scandal they made up. To be able to not have to worry about every move you make, such as choosing salad for lunch and not have to worry about walking away with a piece of lettuce in your teeth. Trust me, the paparazzi are everywhere and they could care less about your feelings if it means they get a bigger paycheck.
My name is Isabella Swan. But you can call me Bella. All my life I have always wanted a guy who loves me for what's on the inside, and for their ten minutes of fame being the most famous singer/actress's boyfriend.
Like that's ever going to happen.

"Bella, would you quit moping around?" my best friend-slash-stylist asked. "Just because it didn't work out with Jacob doesn't mean it's the end of the world."
"Oh come on Alice. You have your perfect boyfriend Jasper, so that easy for you to say. All guys want me for is the fame."
"Oh Bella, you will find your soul mate soon enough," said my other best friend-slash-publicist Rosalie. I'm glad we all live in the same apartment together. Alice and Rosalie have been best friends since 5th grade. I met them when I was seventeen, when I accidentally called the wrong number. That was a fun day. We have gotten each other through some pretty rough times since then and grow better friends because of them.

(Flashback)

I paced up and down my hallway angrily because my publicist wouldn't answer her freaking phone. Some jerk off made up a story that my current boyfriend broke my arm because I wanted to break up with him. I didn't even have a boyfriend recently or a broken arm!
No answer once again. I took the phone away from my ear and quickly dialed in the number again.
"Hello?"
"Finally! Rose, I called you like a gazillion times and you haven't been answering your flipping phone!"
"Excuse me? Who is this?"
"It's Bella! Who else do you think it is?"
"Sorry, I don't know anybody by the name of Bella. How do you know me?" she responded.
"Rosa, is this some kind of sick joke? Because it's not funny!" I screeched at her.
"Okay my name is RosaLIE not Rosa."
"I think I have the wrong number."
"Yeah you are probably right," Rosalie responded and started laughing. I joined in.
"Hey you don't happen to live in Chicago do you?" she asked me.
"Actually, I do. Why?" I replied curiously
"Well my best friend is a designer, and she wants an unbiased opinion of the clothes she recently made."
"I could help out. Where should I meet you two?"
"How about the Starbucks across the street from the John Hancock building?"
That was only about ten minutes from my apartment, so I figured, why not.
"Yeah, sure I should be there in like, fifteen minutes."
"Sounds good! Bye!" she said.
"See ya later!" I replied and hung up.
"Mom! I'm going to Starbucks," I called to my mom who was in the kitchen.
"Okay honey," she said back.
I took the elevator down to the parking garage of our apartment complex. Living in the penthouse, it takes forever to get down, but I'm not complaining. I hopped into my Pontiac and drove to the John Hancock. I parked and pulled out a large knit hat that I stuffed my hair into and a pair of big sunglasses and put them on. I walked into the Starbucks and headed towards the table that held a small black haired girl and a slim blonde haired girl. They looked like the description Rosalie had texted me.
"Are you Rosalie and Alice," I asked.
"Yeah your Bella right?" the blonde one asked.
"Yep," I replied popping the 'p'.
"What's with the hat and sunglasses?" the small one asked.
"Alice!" Rosalie scolded.
"Oh no it's totally cool. I just have to keep my identity a secret. I will tell you who I am later," I replied trying to not seem like a creeper.
"Okay," they both said at the same time.
Alice handed me the folder and I looked through all the different designs. They were amazing. I told her so many times because I wanted to get it through her tiny head how good they were.
"Bella, do you want to come shopping with us tomorrow?" Alice asked.
"That sounds like fun!"
"BUT, only if you show us who you are," she continued.
"Okay, but only if you promise you won't bail out on your plans tomorrow." I replied.
"We pinky promise," Alice said, and all three of us hooked pinkies together.
"Okay..." I said, and slowly pulled off my shades and my hat letting my mahogany curls fall out around my face.
"Bella Swan?!" Rosalie said.
"This is so cool!" Alice said, "We are big fans."
"Thanks," I smiled.
"I'm so happy you like me for me and not for... Well me!" We laughed. I continued on, "I'm so excited for tomorrow!"

(End flashback)

Ever since that day we have been the greatest of friends. I ended up firing Rosa, and hiring Rosalie and Alice after we got out of college. We are all 23 now.
"I wish there was a way to find someone who likes me on the inside," I said.
"Oh Bella, if you could find your two best friends I'm sure you can find the right guy," Rose said. Easy for her to say, she was currently dating my body guard Emmett.
"Well I'm not nearly as pretty as either of you-" I said.

"Don't even go their missy." Alice cut me off, "You are just as pretty as either of us. In fact we are all the same. Right Emmett!?"

Emmett grumbled, "Sure, sure." He was deeply concentrated on the Hannah Montana episode on TV.
"Whatever you say," I mumbled and flopped down on the couch next to Rosalie, who was also watching Hannah Montana.
"I heard that!" Alice called from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Don't roll your eyes at me!" I swear she is psychic sometimes. Rose and I giggled.
We returned to watching Hannah Montana on our flat screen.
"Oh. My. God." Rose said.
"What?" I asked.
"I have the best idea," she said, looking at the television.

Hey everyone! New fanfic! (hold for applause) it's Veronica. I hope everyone likes this story! This chapter is kinds short but I will make the next ones longer. Tell me what you think by clicking that grey button!