My White Picket Fence
Chapter 2: Obama's dog's adorable..nawww
Bella POV
"I'm ready!" I called as I opened the door of my walk in closet and revealed my outfit to Rosalie. She smirked and stood up off my bed. (Outfit on Profile) It was the day of the "meeting" with the producers and people of twilight, that Renee had forced me to go to. Rose and I were in my bedroom and we were about ready to leave. Jasper was waiting in his car, while we were in my room.
"Sexy Stuff Bells." She laughed and I twirled around and did a mini fake catwalk strut.
"Renee said, wear a dress, and I am....It might not be a dress she likes, but it's a dress," I smirked evilly, "She also said no boots. So I wore my other favorite shoes, which look like boots, but aren't. She said be there at 6:30. Which I guess we can't go around, so we'll have to leave now. Oh and she said no swearing. That will be pretty hard. But I can be an ass without swearing anyways." I said and rolled my eyes. I grabbed my phone and followed Rose out of my room. Renee was somewhere unknown and I didn't plan on going there with her. Rose and I jumped in Jasper's car and he sped off.
We arrived soon after and was met with crowds of people. I pushed my way through to the Restaurant with Jasper and Rosalie in tow. The hostess smiled at me and greeted us.
"My mother has a reservation here, or some shit. I'm Bella Swan." I said waving my hand in the air.
"Of course," He said and paused giving a fake smile toward Rosalie and Jasper. "Ms Swan specifically said no friends." I grumbled.
"They're family." I said and she sighed.
"Right this way." She said leading us to a table filled with high class business men, some snobby ladies, and Renee. "Here you are, and here are your menus." The hostess said and walked away.
"Hello Miss Swan, pleasure." A man in a flashy business suit stood up and took my hand. "Mark Higgins, Director." He said and was about to lift my hand to his mouth to kiss my knuckles, but I just awkwardly shook his hand. Weirdo.
"Hey everybody, we all fresh?" I asked and everyone gave me confused faces. I rolled my eyes and I was dragged, by Renee, to sit down. Rose sat beside me, with Jasper beside her. Renee pulled me toward her and whispered into my ear.
"You're breaking the rules." She said, her voice dripping with venom. I grinned.
"No I'm not, I did everything you asked. and FYI Jazz and Rose are family, unlike you." I said and she let go of me and smiled at the people, showing everything was alright.
"So Bella, what do you think of the role?" Mark asked. I shrugged my shoulders and took a bite of the break stick on the table.
"The girl seems a bit wacko if you now what I mean? She's like all moody and shit. She should just get over herself, have a fuck with the vampire guy and move on." I said and a few people gasped. "Oh shit, I'm not allowed to swear. I mean, make "love" with the vampire guy, and move on." I said smiling, but everyone else s expressions were appalled. Besides Jazz and Rose that is. Mark coughed a little, clearing his throat.
"Okay, how would you like to meet your co-star?" He asked and I grimaced, but was quickly kicked in the shin, by Renee. I turned and glared at her before turning and nodding at Mark. "Isabella, please meet Mr Pattinson."
"Call me Rob, Bella," The dude said with a nod. I smiled a little and took another bite of my bread stick.
"So...?" Mark asked and I looked at him confused, "What do think about your co-star? Do you look forward to working with him?" He asked and I swallowed the bread. (A/N: Everything that will be said is not meant to be offensive. Please don't take offense. This is merely what Bella would think)
"Well, I don't know..." I thought, "Do I really have to work with this twat?" I asked and everyone's eyes grew wide. Rose stifled a laugh and Jasper choked on his drink with a smile. "He seems pretty up him self." The Rob dude looked at me with a funny expression, Renee was fuming and the director and the rest looked absolutely gob-smacked.
"Could I take your order?" The waitress suddenly asked out of no where. I didn't even see her come. She ogled Jasper and that Rob dude, and I just laughed at her.
"Sure, I'll have..." I said scanning the menu. "Do have any fries, or a burger or something...everything on here, is like in another language." I mumbled.
"It's in English." Rose said and I narrowed my eyes in confusion.
"Well then, what the hell is cevar?" I asked with my eyebrow raised.
"It's pronounced Caviar." The waistress said.
"What the hell is that?" I asked with a laughed.
"Fish eggs." She said simply and I choked on my laugh.
"Sick!" I exclaimed. "Who the hells orders fish eggs?" I asked, "I'll just stick with the burger and fries." I said.
"We don't really have that, but I'll ask the chef to just fry some chopped potato, and get you a chicken roll I guess. It's not really on the menu..." She trailed off writing it down. All the food was too fancy, the world I was living in right now was too fancy. Because if you had money it all went to your head, just like Renee. I know I have a lot of money, but it doesn't mean I spend around where ever I go, or look down upon people who are less fortunate.
"I'll have a salad." Rose said.
"Steak and whatever." Jasper threw in. The rest of the people at the table, including Renee ordered dishes which were so high class and retarded that the prices of them reached well into the hundreds...each! A waiter came by with another basket of bread and a platter of something. He looked kind of cute. Brown hair, light blue eyes, dimples.
"Here's some bread, and as asked a tray of oysters." He asked grinning at me. I gagged as he placed the oysters in front of me. Ew oysters were gross. "Can I get you anything else?" He asked suggestively to me.
"Yes please." I said and I heard Renee growl.
"Be gone!" Renee hissed to the waiter and he left without a word.
"What the hell is "Be Gone!"," I imitated her. She just looked unfazed and took an oyster. The director, producer, Rob and everyone also took one. I decided to try one, knowing I hated them, though I never tried them. Everyone seemed to slurp it down quickly so I picked one up, examined the ugly thing and gulped.
"It's not the plague." Renee said sounding like a joke. Everyone laughed, but I could see the real fury in her eyes. I brought the shell to my lips and slowly poured it into my mouth. Big mistake! It was all slimy, and felt like... like... a gooey, mushy eyes was in my mouth. I gagged obviously and spat the oyster out, it landing in the middle of the table, just missing the jug of water.
"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed, "That was awful. All of you are sick." I said winkling my nose in disgust. Jasper and Rose nodded along side me agreeing. I could tell Renee was pissed beyond belief, but I couldn't give a shit. The other people at the table, were still shocked. I took a big gulp of my water to get rid of the horrid taste. I stood up and was met with Renee's striking glare. "May I please be excused?" I asked in a monotone voice.
"Yes you may," Renee said with gritted teeth, "I may come too." She said standing up as I rolled my eyes and walked to the bathroom. I pushed open the bathroom door and let it swing back and hit Renee who was right behind me. "What?" She exclaimed, "Do! You! Think! You're! DOING?" She shouted exasperated.
"Hey this is me Renee, live with it." I said walking to the sink and turning on the faucet.
"This is not you!" She shrieked.
"No! What you meant to say was, 'This is not how I want you to be'!" I yelled, splashing my face with water.
"You!" She shouted, "You, are ruining this for me!" She finished.
"For you?" I asked as I excited the bathroom with her in tow.
"Yes for me!" She yelled and everyone in the restaurant turned to us. Oh well, if she wanted a scene.
"Renee, this is for me this movie. You are not the one getting the job! It's me!" I yelled back.
"Well the way you're acting you're never going to get the job!" She yelled pointing to the table we were sitting at before. Right now, everyone had stopped what they were doing and was watching us. I could see flashes of cameras going off, but I didn't care.
"I don't want the job!" I shouted.
"Why can't you be better? Like all the other nice sweet actresses?" She shouted, "I didn't raise you like this. You run a muck in this town."
"Like you haven't ever done anything bad!" I retorted.
"What do you mean?" She hissed venomously.
"You weren't the perfect little princess either!" I said with a smirk.
"I was always good, and I always obeyed my parents." She disagreed.
"Really?" I asked. "Well do you remember seventeen years ago? Hm? When you were sixteen? You freaking got knocked up with me!" I yelled. She was left wordless and I was panting.
"What are you talking about?" She asked acting innocent.
"Ah Renee, don't play that with me. You might have fooled the press and fooled the world for seventeen years, but you can't anymore." I yelled and Renee looked livid. "Just so you could keep your perfect little good girl image, and be America's stupid little sweetheart, you lied to the whole world and told the whole world I was adopted!" I said and everyone gasped, except for Rose and Jazz they knew. I wasn't adopted, Renee got knocked up with me. She just told everyone she adopted me from an abusive family, to make her look good. "I was never adopted! You are my real mom!" I screamed.
"That's not true." She said shaking.
"Oh cut the crap! It is! You didn't want your image shattered, so when the you made the biggest mistake of your life you ran away, for nine months, came back and said you adopted me!" I said, "So there you have it! You're my real mom, and now everyone knows it. but you know what? You suck at it!" I said and walked to the table grabbed my pursed and strode out of the restaurant. I could feel Rose and Jasper behind me as I led them to Jasper car. Paparazzi were asking questions in my ear and I couldn't understand a single one. Everything was hazed, and blurred. I got into the car and silence filled my ears. I couldn't even hear Rose or Jasper.
The next morning I woke with a start. I was in my bed, everything was quiet and my clothes from last night were still on my body. That reminded me, last night... I had told everyone of Renee's secret. Oh well, I don't really care, Renee was a bitch, and I let the world know. I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror which was hung on my walk in closet door. All my make-up had been smudged and I looked like a total zombie. My hair was a shaggy mess and I looked dead. I sighed and walked in my bathroom and had a quick shower.
I let the heat wake me up and massage my muscles. I stepped out, wrapped a towel around me and went rummaging through my clothes. I quickly found some track pants and a hoodie, along with my undies and bra and put it on. I towel dried my hair and then made my way downstairs for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and saw Renee sitting there silently sipping her coffee and reading the paper. I grabbed a bowl and poured some random cereal and milk. I got a spoon and began eating.
"Thank-you very much." Renee spat.
"Your welcome," I said cheerily, "For what?" I asked, shoveling the cereal in my mouth.
"For probably ending my career." She said.
"To be honest, you were getting old anyway and-" I said only to be cut off as Renee threw the paper at me. I grimaced and picked it up. I laughed at the headline as it read: "Bella Swan Naughty Girl, Renee Swan Naughtier Girl: Looks like we know who the real angel is." I kept smiling and placed it on the bench top in front of me.
"This amuses you?" Renee asked, "Your attitude sickens me, after all I've gone through." She said with gritted teeth. Oh cry me a river.
"Seriously, you haven't gone through a lot." I said finishing my cereal and placing my bowl in the sink.
"What the hell am I going to do with you? I keep you around you ruin my life, I try to help you, you ruin my life. What do I do?" Renee asked desperately, looking up to the ceiling.
"Psh, I don't know, ship me away?" I asked with a laughed as I flipped through the rest of the newspaper.
"I wish." She mumbled and I snorted, she does wish.
"Oh look, Obama took the first dog out on a walk!" I said pointing to the picture of him in the paper alongside his dog. "It's so cute." I gushed.
"You're right." She murmured.
"Yeah, I am right, the dog's adorable." I said smiling.
"You are right, why didn't I think of that?" Renee said and laughed. I cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you alright? Are you asking yourself why you didn't think Obama's dog was cute?" I asked confused.
"No you idiot!" She exclaimed, "All I have to do is ship you off!" Renee yelled excitedly and clapped her hands. What the fuck? She's not serious.
"Are you having a melt down or something, have you finally cracked?" I asked wearily, "Like Britney...Spears." I said and she glared at me.
"No!" Then she laughed, "You can go live with your dad!" She exclaimed excitedly and jumped up from her seat. Live with my dad? No effing way! She can't be serious.
"No way. You can't just ship me off to live some where I don't want to go." I said.
"Yes I can! You're only a minor!" She yelled in a happy tone. Well in three months I would eighteen.
"You don't know where dad is! And he probably won't want me, since he hasn't been in my life at all." I pointed out smugly, but Renee's face didn't falter.
"No, I do know where your dad is. I send him a check each month so I can keep you without him going all public about him being the father of you. He would love to have you back!" She grinned.
"You payed him off?" I asked shocked, "What kind of father doesn't see his daughter for a cheap bribe?" I asked.
"It was not cheap. Believe me your father is a rich man." She said.
"This is sick. Plus I'll just get emancipated or something." I said and poked my tongue at her.
"You can't. You have been arrested amounts of times, you drink, party, probably can't handle money, and everyone knows it. Do you really think they'll let you get emancipated?" She smirked and I glared at her.
"There is no way on this freaking earth I am going to live with my father I have never met before!" I said with gritted teeth.
"Yes you are." She said, and then lowered her voice, "I think..., I think it could change you." She said softly. I groaned.
"I don't need changing!" I growled.
"Pack you bags Isabella!" She said brightly, "Your flight to New York leaves tomorrow!" Renee shouted and goth er cell phone out of her pocket and ran out of the room. Well fuck me.
A/N: Hehe Obama's dog is cute! I saw WICKED the musical today. It was awesome and.....wicked. You should all see it! Review and you get a sneak peak!