Author's Note: Hi! Sorry to have so many stories going, but inspiration hit me VERY hard--and I know that this one will be good. First off, I would like to tell you that I am taking a break from the rest of my stories--sorry for the inconvenience. Once inspiration hits, it pretty much decks you in the face. Thought I may as well accept that decking! Okay, that was uncalled for...lol...

BPOV

Slowly, I took small, soundless steps in the quiet creek. I held my breath, as if one simple exhale would reveal me. With my Nikon in hand, I flipped a couple switches and zoomed in as far as my expensive, state-of-the art camera allowed. Click! Click! The nearly inaudible noise did not echo through the wet, muddy woods, thankfully. I snapped some more pictures of the small family of otters roughly twenty yards from my camera lens. I was sure they would hear me soon, so I snapped more photos at the speed of light; After all, I wanted this article to be front-page news.

Monday through Friday, I worked as a writer and photographer at the New York Times. It was practically my dream job, writing and taking photos were my two favorite things. My assignment this week was to write an interesting, unique article involving animals. If it was exquisite, it would be on the front page, as many of my articles had been before. The main thing was that a new restaraunt, Eclipse, was planning to open write in the very creek I was taking photos in. The point of my article was to save the otters that would have to find a new home to live in and save the environment of trees and plants nearby.

I shook out of my thoughts and moved very slowly to a new location. The light shone through the tall, leafy trees and onto the glistening fur of a baby otter recently born. The New York sunlight danced along the stream closeby, creating a photographer's dream. I snapped some more shots. I frowned at thinking that these beautiful, innocent animals would soon be kicked out of their home. Assuming my article didn't persuade the owner of Eclipse not to place their restaraunt in this particular woodsy area. I lifted my camera to take one last shot when the sun was just right, and...

When you see my face

Hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way

Hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell

The sound of my ringtone blared through my black pea coat pocket. Before I knew it, the otters were scurrying down the stream, the stream they would soon be kicked out of if I couldn't help it. I sighed and picked up my black iPhone to check the caller that dared interrupt my most recent assignment from my boss, Angela. It was Rosalie, one of my best friends who also worked at New York Times. Rosalie, me, and our other best friend Alice had been inseparable all through High School, College, and now work. Fresh out of college, we all applied for jobs at the New York Times, and soon we were all accepted, though in very different sections. I took most of the photos for exciting events, wrote the articles for said events, and did ninety percent of my articles and pictures in the travel section. Writing and photography were my two favorite things, which made my job very fun.

Alice was the head advice columnist, and very good at it. She was small, with short black hair in spikes, and very, very fashionable, energetic, and beautiful. In the beginning, her advising was limited to two questions per issue, only because she was knew, but as she became better and better at her advising, she had nearly an entire page of advice. She was absolutely perfect for her job, not only because she was very smart, but because she had given Rosalie and I plenty of advice from time to time, never once letting us down with "badvice" as she liked to call it.

Rosalie was a different story. She was tall, gorgeous, thin, and had long blond hair that waved down to the middle of her back. She was the dietician, giving people from all over tips on what could help lose fat and providing exercises that could help lose weight. Because of her dietician ways, our refridgerator was always stocked with incredibly healthy foods, and some I didn't even want to know what they were. Rosalie could not have been a better person for the job. Ever since she had been assigned that role, she never ate anything unhealthy ever again. Alice and I were forced to hide our junk food t keep her from cracking her two year streak and staying trim and thin for her multiple fans. Her fans included not only women and men who had lost weight and had thinned out because of her, but men (and sometimes women) who thought she was gorgeous, which she was, and sent her love letters on several occassions.

"This better be important, Rose... I wasn't finished getting my pictures for the News article yet!" I shouted into the phone. Photography was a large passion of mine, and I did not like a kodak moment being put to waste by something as insignificant as a meek phone call.

"Bella, you'll go prematurely gray!" She mumbled back and I knew that battle was won--by her. "Besides, no matter how good that article is, which will be very good, considering your work, Eclipse will not care about the otters!" Rosalie would not take any crap from me, that was for sure.

"Looks like someone's in need of some real food..." I mumbled to myself, yet fully aware that it was audible enough for her to hear.

"Shut up!" She barked back. I knew I had crossed a line, but that didn't matter. Rosalie wasn't the type to hold grudges.

"Ouch, baby shower or birthday party?" I asked. She sighed back heavily.

"Engagement party. It was horrible! Cupcakes and cookies everywhere! I chugged a bottle of water like it was Vodka!" She complained. "Not to mention the four separate cakes, one with a B and the next A and then B then Y. The cake spelled out baby! How dorky is that?! But it did look good...chocolate cake with ice cream in the middle...not to mention the bright pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles..." I truly felt her pain. I couldn't go one week without junk food. God knows how I stay slim. And healthy, for that matter. I popped cupcakes like they were pills.

"Anyway," She continued on before she lost control of her sense. "Alice and I are going to be home later than we thought. More people than ever need help and more people then ever are fat!" I laughed. Rosalie was always more irritable when she was especially hungry, and it sure showed depending on her mood.

"Alright. I'll probably be asleep by the time you get there because I am whipped." I yawned into the phone. She giggled.

"So I hear. Alright, bye." We both hung up. I climbed into my cherry red jeep and drove home.

About an hour later, I was back in New York City, my home, and had just entered my penthouse apartment that I shared with Rosalie and Alice. The sweet smell of apples filled the apartment as it always did, a sign that Alice had worn her favorite fruity perfume this morning. I smiled at the large apartment and was grateful Rosalie had such wealthy parents that gave her far more money than she needed and treated Alice and I like their own family.

The kitchen had black and white tiled floors, a black marble counter, and creamy white cabinets filled with utensils and kitchen necessities. I took pride in the kitchen, what with it being my favorite room in the apartment besides me own. Cooking was another habit of mine, and I was relieved that Alice and Rosalie couldn't cook to save their lives so I could make every meal. It gave me some dignity. The living room had whitish tan carpets, a red sofa for me, a black one for Rose, and a white chair for Alice. They were all positioned around our flatscreen TV, which was almost constantly on if music of all kind wasn't blaring 24/7.

I stumbled past Rosalie's couch as I walked into my room. My room was pretty plain. It had white walls, because I was too busy to ever put the effort of a paint job in, lime green sheets and a solid lime green bedspread, a dark mohagany desk with my Mac laptop in it, and my closet. Lazily, I kicked off my black high heeled shoes and leave them lay messily by my silver trashbin. I walked over to my laptop and fumbled the wireless mouse. The screen shot up to life. I reached for my camera cord from a drawer in my ornately organized desk. I jammed in the memory card from my camera and popped it into my computer. Instantaneously, pictures popped up, one by one, starting with the trip to the Bahamas Alice, Rosalie and I had ventured to last summer. I smiled as it brought back memories.

As I waited for the pictures I had taken today to load onto my computer, I plugged my iPhone into my green speakers I had gotten for my birthday last year from Alice. I twiddled around with it until I found my playlists. I had many different tastes in music, each one completely different and changed upon my mood. Today seemed like an Alternative day. I poked and prodded a bit until I came across the playlist. Instantaneously, Australia by The Shins was blaring from my speakers. I took the time that the song was playing to change into my more comfortable clothes while singing.

"Born to, born to multiply," I sang off key as I pulled my white blouse over my head and replaced it with a faded blue The Killers concert tee shirt purchased a few months before at a concert of their's. "Born to gaze into, night's sky! All you want's one more Saturday. You keep a'lookin around today, thinkin' about your nice time, so keep a whick in the air and your feet in my fetters..." I continued on off key as an obnoxiously loud beep interrupted my music. I frowned. This meant I had new emails to read. I clicked on the mail icon on my iPhone. The first message was from J. Crew. I deleted it. The next one was from Mike Newton, the doorman at my apartment. He was constantly seeking personal information about me and lookingat me like I was a piece of meat. I shuddered and opened it in case it had something worthwhile inside.

Dearest Bella

I shuddered. Dearest Bella? What was I, his grandmother?

It's been awhile since I've last greeted you. Have you switched your hours of work? Anyway... in the meantime, my job did not seem as worthwhile when I got to see you everyday. Also, in the lack of your presence, I have not been able to talk to you. Hence the question, would you like to go out with me sometime?

Love, Mike

Not only was his letter poorly written, it was incoherent and his sentences were all out of order. I felt bad as I easily saw through his feeble attempts at sounding more intelligent. But at the same time, I didn't feel for him at all. The guy had practically stalked me for the two years I had lived here and never given up no matter how many times I had rejected him (politely, of course). I still never did find out how he knew my social security number...but then again, that's just one of those things I probably don't want to know. I rolled my eyes and deleted the message. I clicked on the next message to see it was from Angela, my boss.

Dear Bella,

Sorry if it is a hassle, but I was hoping you would be able to come to work at seven o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. I have some business to speak with you, Alice, and Rosalie about. Now, please don't jump to conclusions. None of you are being fired or demoted in any way! If anything, you three are some of my best and I wouldn't dream of letting you go. This newspaper has improved and become more popular since the three of you joined; Firing any of you would be a big mistake on my part! It's amazing that the three of you are as close as you are and all share a talent for writing and chose to join OUR newpaper! Anyways, I hope to see you tomorrow morning!

Sincerely,

Angela Weber

P.S. Try to upload the photos you were supposed to take today onto the NYT website as soon as possible. I look forward to seeing what you have done with your photography talents once again.

Phew. I had been holding my breath through that entire email. I exhaled quickly as I took a few more deep breaths. Though I was no longer worried about the contents of the email, I couldn't help but wonder what Angela had planned for Rosalie, Alice and I. I mean, everyone on the New York Times staff knew we were best friends, but whatever she had to talk to us about was ironic that the three of us are all involved in the same scenario. I decided to shake off the bad thoughts and replied to Angela's email.

Angela,

Of course it is not a problem. Alice, Rosalie and I will all be at your desk at seven o'clock sharp, if not before. Though I can't say we'll be very lively...Not including Alice, of course. As for the photos, I just started uploading them and they should be posted and ready for constructive criticism before six. Have a good night!

Sincerely,

Bella M. Swan

By the time I finished my email to Angela, my photos were done loading onto my computer. The whole screen was filled with the past thousand photos I had taken recently, some for business, some for pleasure, but mostly for both. I double clicked on a photo I had taken four months before, it was a beautiful sunset reflecting off clear blue water with a sailboat a few feet away from the burning sun. It was incredibly breathtaking, a heavenly bright color on every inch of my screen as I clicked the enlarge button.

The picture had been captured while Rosalie, Alice, and I were in the Bahamas. Alice's parents were rich to say the least, and thought that the three of us could use a getaway for a few weeks, and indeed we did. I closed out of full screen mode and was brought back into the warm essence of the Bahamas as pictures of flowers, the beach, sand, and a few of Rosalie hitting on a Bohemian guy.

It was a game we had made up, where each one of us did something out of the ordinary for us each day, and the others would decide what it would be. Basically the adult version of truth or dare, but without that title. Rosalie's had just happened to be to hit on a Bohemian guy, and I would never let her hear the end of it, so I decided to get some pictures of her F.I.A. (flirting in action) much to her dismay. The dares I had received were pretty tame surprisingly. To hit on the creepy lifeguard at our resort, who was clearly in love with each of us. Every second or two, he would smile and wink at us in a creepy-rapist/molester kind of way. I shuddered at the mere memory.

After I posted the pictures onto the NYT website, I decided to make myself dinner. In the midst of my emailing and uploading, I hadn't realized how hungry I was until my stomach growled louder than a volcanic eruption. I dialed up the local Chinese food store and ordered a full order of shrimp fried rice. Once the delivery boy was here, I paid him his cash and ate the entire dish in less than ten minutes. At that exact moment, Alice and Rosalie walked in.

"Hey guys!" I called from the counter. I was washing the dishes from yesterday morning and from our breakfast this morning.

"Hey..." Rosalie mumbled drowsily.

She walked into the kitchen and dumped her purse on the counter and rested her head in her hands. I looked up at Alice, who was clipping her fingernails in the hallway, trying to avoid the flying nails that neared on her eyes.

"Is she okay, Alice?" I questioned. She held up one free finger while she cut her pinky nail on her left hand. She accidentally cut some of the sensitive skin right by the end of her nail.

"Damn," She mumbled. She looked up at me and walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Bella, Rosalie and I have been talking," She started. "Bells, I've been single since sophomore year of High School. Not that that's bad, but lately Rose and I have been thinking that we feel kinda lonely. I mean, being single has its plusses, but it sure has its minuses, too..." I completely understood what Alice was saying. My last boyfriend, Tyler, had broken my heart right after the Homecoming Dance. It had hurt me so much, I cancelled dating out of my life and didn't want to go back to it.

Flashback

Everything was perfect. The lights above us were dimmed down to perfection, at just the point of romance. My dress was red, strapless and fit like a glove. Not to mention it matched perfectly with the red corsage Tyler had given to me. We were dancing to a slow, mellow song surrounded by many other couples, but none as perfectly put together as us. My hands played with the back of his hair on his neck as his hands rubbed my shoulders between his fingers. Tyler had been feeling sick lately and I completely understood when he had to take a run to the bathroom to take some medicine, which the side effects included frequent diarrhea. (A/N: how romantic! tyler taking a dump every three seconds)

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

He simply smiled back. I noticed something was off. His bright blue eyes weren't sparkling like they usually were when he was with me. In fact, he was looking the other way, intently, and his hands were slightly cold. I smiled back at him, vowing to ask him if everything was alright later. When the song was over, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I opened the door to the bathroom and heard ecstatic sobs.

"I can't believe he broke up with me at HOMECOMING!" A girl screamed in the distance. She was sobbing hysterically. I could hear that there were at least three other girls comforting her.

"Shh, it's okay. Really. He's not worth it. He'll realize what he's missing soon enough." They cooed as if they actually believed it themselves. Although the hysteric sobbing was a bit much, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. Olivia Brians was her name. She looked beyond gorgeous. Her dark brown hair was in loose curls. Her skin a completely even tan with a midnight blue strapless dress and silver heels. She looked the best I had ever seen her. It was a shame her boyfriend had broken up with her on Homecoming night. Some guys were so heartless.

I used the bathroom and as I began to wash my hands, I heard bits of their coversation.

"I can't believe he would do that!" She screamed, her previously perfect makeup was now a complete disaster.

"Olivia, he's not worth it. He's worthless." Her skinny blond friend told her.

"But I loved Tyler! He would never do that!" She continued her whining. Tyler?! Was she talking about my boyfriend Tyler?! Perhaps it was a different Tyler. The Tyler Crowley I knew would never be so low as to cheat with someone AND break up with them on the night of Homecoming. Or would he? I mentally asked myself. I gulped. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. Before I freaked myself out, I decided to get the truth straight.

"I'm sorry, I just happened to overhear, but did you say Tyler Crowley broke up with you?" I watched her eyes shrink a bit as she continued her sob-fest.

"Yeah," She slurred rudely before she began to bawl again. Her friends comforted her some more as I stood there awe-struck.

My heart dropped in my stomach. How could he be so low as to cheat on me? I thought our relationship had been perfect. We almost never fought, had the same interests, we were both very kind and smart, so what was the problem? Before tears began to form in my own eyes, I spoke.

"I'm sorry to hear. I hope the rest of your night is great." I mumbled halfheartedly. She probably didn't hear me what with all of her hyseric sobbing.

I exited the bathroom, grabbed Rosalie and Alice and told them everything, went to Alice's, and started bawling. Alice and Rosalie had comforted me all night long, and I remember crying myself to sleep that entire week. I never again spoke to Tyler Crowley. Never even looked at him of acknowledged his existence. It didn't matter why or how he cheated, it only mattered that he did, and that it was the lowest thing I could ever imagine anyone doing. Ever.

"I know how you feel, Ali, I really do." I comforted her and Rosalie while I continued washing the dishes. I couldn't understand why their single status just now began to cause them loneliness, but it didn't matter. I knew exactly how they felt and understood. Besides, the middle of winter is the time when everyone gets depressed a little, right?

"I just, I don't know," Rosalie spoke up from the counter, her head still rested on her hands. "I always hear Jess at her desk talking about her dates that weekend and I miss that nervous feeling of getting ready for dates and getting all hyped up for a Friday date night or something. Not that I don't enjoy you guys, but I just think we are in a dating rut. This past year has brought us no luck."

"True that!" Alice called from the doorway, holding three apple flavored Jones Sodas, our favorite flavor of our favorite pop. "You'd think that there'd be at least ONE decent guy here in Seattle for each of us, but all of them are duds! Epic fails! Imbeciles! If God is listening, he will send us some men!" Alice wailed on as Rosalie and I cracked up. She looked at us. "I mean it! We can't mope or feel bad about being able to check out every man that walks by like we just were! I won't let myself complain about my singleness ever again, or either of you! We need to embrace our singleness and just think of it as a...hmmm..."

"A dating rut," I finished her sentence. Alice whipped her head my way with her eyes wide.

"Yes! Bella! Let it out! More!" She grinned at me and stood on a stool that, despite its height, still made her look very short.

"A fork in the road. A crack in the pavement. A bend in a line. " I recited as we all lifted our green Jones and clinked them together in a toast. "Here's to being single, gorgeous, and LOVING it!"

We all took big sips from our bottles and played some music while making a list of all the best things about being single. I was surprised that Alice was able to bounce back from such depression so quickly, but that's her. Energetic, lively, the energizer bunny but adorable.

"Not having to look good all the time!" Rosalie yelled out. After an hour, we were still thinking of ways that being single was the best. Alice scribbled it onto yet another piece of paper. Namely the fourth piece we had filled with positives of being single. After some chick flicks and popcorn, I passed on the information Angela asked me to tell them and we all headed to bed.

I laid in bed and tossed and turned. I turned to face the clock again. 11:26. For some reason, I couldn't seem to shake off the anxiety of what Angela's little surprise was. If it was even little at all. Of course, the note had said that it wasn't anything bad. But the fact that she couldn't say what it was in the email made me worry. How come I'm the one that's worrying? I decided to drop the topic from my head and played some music to help me get to sleep and pulled over my iPhone and speakers. Instantaneously, Nightvision by Daft Punk was playing at a low volume, the Lubb-Dubb very soothing and just enough to have me asleep in seconds.

Ya like it? I hope so! It's a little over 4,500 words long, my longest chapter in the history of fanfiction! Beating out my previous record of 2,093...how pathetic! I've grown so much as a writer, and I want to thank all of you for reading my stories! Now, this story now is my main priority. HSS won't be updated for some time now, seeing as I do not have a plan for it, and Love Story will not be updated for a while either for the same reason. This story, however, has a plan--a GREAT one, at that--and is so much more fun to write! Now, are ya curious about Angela's surprise? Hehe, you should be! So lately, I've been a little sad, so I;m sorry if the last bit of the story was poorly written. My absolute best friend is in Greece until early May and she is practically my second half! So without her, I'm half a person and lonely without my best friend. Two months is a long time for me! Yes, I know that some of you out there are thinking that it's not very long, but I'm younger than you may think......care to take a guess? Haha, please do, i want to see how old you guys really think I am! Thanks to all for reading. Hugs and kisses!