Happy Friday, loves!

Thank you to all the people who followed, liked, reviewed, etc. It was like Christmas morning every time I saw there was a new review, so thank you :)

Here's chapter 2. It's a short one; but it is the start of Edward and Bella's journey so it's quite exciting! We also get a bit of EPOV in this chapter too ;)

For the beginning of the story, we'll mostly be more involved in Bella's life rather than Edwards but we will learn more about him as the story goes on. Trust me, there is more EPOV to come! Right now I want to explore Bella's mind first.

ALL VISUALS ARE LINKED IN MY PROFILE. For those of you who haven't used visuals with a fanfiction before, it's basically pictures that go along with the story and are the ones I use when I am visualizing the story. I've seen it done with other fanfictions and I really love it.

I'm linking a pic of Edward's house and Bella's outfit. There should be links to the visuals for chapter one, too!

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I'll be updating soon because I have a long weekend! WOO HOO!

xx, S

BPOV

"Hello?" I say with a sluggish voice to the unknown person on the other end of the line. I glance at the clock and it says 6:30am. That shit was just too early; whoever was calling at this hour was about to get an earful.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you got a trial run tomorrow. 11am sharp."

I wasn't sure if I was still lethargic since I had just woken up five seconds ago to my phone ringing and I misheard her, or maybe Zafrina had actually just said that. Within a split second I snap out of my fog and suddenly becoming very awake.

"Yes, of course see you then."

"Yeah. Whatever." She says as she ends the call quite abruptly.

I don't get it. Did I really just hear that I have a trial run with Edward tomorrow? I thought that after my whole blowup, I was banished from that office. I mean, even though Zafrina's cocky attitude drove me up a wall, I still didn't have any right to react the way I did.

But, I will admit I did love hearing her annoyance in her voice when she told me I got a trial. Now that I will most definitely not be able to fall back asleep, I stumble out of bed to go for a run and get ready for the day.

EPOV

"Hello?" I say into the phone while I step out of my trailer and head over to the catering tent for more coffee.

"You have a 11 AM appointment with a possible photographer for you tomorrow morning. She'll just be taking pictures of you and we'll determine if they're good enough and if you want to hire her."

"What?" I say, shocked and irritated to say the least. "Zafrina, you know tomorrow's my only day off in days and a work appointment is not exactly how I pictured spending it."

"Sorry, Edward. We need to find someone soon and tomorrow works for her so it's happening."

Damn she can be a cold bitch sometimes.

I huff in annoyance, knowing that she's right and I can't really fight what she's saying.

"What's this dude's name anyways?"

"Well her name is Bella Swan and I have to warn you she isn't the most respectful person."

Holy shit. She must've been the hot girl who was in the office the other day. Now tomorrow's looking a whole lot better.

"Oh, I remember her," I saw with a playful tone, "I look forward to seeing her tomorrow."

"Perv."

Chucking, I end the call a whole lot happier than I was when I picked it up.

BPOV

After getting my coffee, I quickly throw on my black skinny jeans, a white tank top, sunglasses, a hat, and grab my equipment. Since this is a trial run where Edward is supposed to get to know my style and the kind of photographer I am, I decide to take my film camera. It was the one my mom gave to me when she coaxed me into starting photography, so I thought I should use the same camera that got me where I am. It was like an ode to my old Canon film camera that I really owe my success to (and my mom, of course). I jump in the car and punch in the address that Zafrina emailed to me in my GPS. After a fifteen-minute drive, I am approaching Edward's house.

Suddenly, I start to get extremely nervous and regret coming here, which is not typical for me. When I think my panicking couldn't get worse, I realize that I am on Edward's street. "321… 321…" I think out loud as I search for his house frantically, I am at 318.

Oh shit I'm starting to sweat. Perfect.

Why am I getting so nervous about this? I've done these with so many celebrities countless times. I need to relax.

Finally, I see his house and it's quite impressive. Very modern and open; it's an even mix of windows and wood and it is very geometric and beautifully designed. As a matter of fact, it looks quite similar to my house. Even though it is so open with all its windows looking in, it's mysterious. I laugh at myself because the words I just used to describe Edward's house are the same words that people use to describe me.

I turn off the car, and walk up the gravel driveway carrying my camera bag. I place the one bag down and knock on the door, waiting for somebody to answer while I play with the rings on my finger. The nervous feeling I had a few minutes ago is now gone; I feel… at ease. As soon as I tell myself that I am going to survive, Edward opens the door and I am suddenly floored with nerves once again, this time worst than the last. He is wearing light grey pants that fit him perfectly and a navy blue v-neck and barefoot.

Dear Jesus help me.

"Hey," I say sticking out my hand, "I'm Bella." It now becomes awkward, because by now I have been holding out my hand for about three seconds too long.

"Oh. Um. Shit. Sorry." Edward says, clearly distraught, shaking my hand.

When Edward gripped my hand, giving it a firm shake, there was a foreign feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something changed inside of me.

Must be indigestion or something.

I then release Edward's hand, pick up my camera bag, and walk through the door.

Here goes nothing.