Disclaimer (for this and last chapter): I ain't no devil-spawn-makin' amazing author. So I don't own Twilight. But I do get to play around with some schmexy peoples along the way :)

HEY GUYS!!

I'm so so so so so so sorry for the late update... It's been way hectic around here this past week and a half!

I hope I didn't let any of you kiddies down! You all know I love you!

Okay, this one's for my three beffers, unique.normality, shinyvampire620, and the superdeduper awesome AllyR, the third person in the world that understands me. Haha. I love youuu all, and I can't wait for Strange and Beautiful, AllyR. Unique, tomorrow is gonna be kick-ass!

Some of you were talking about how gross it was that Emmett was flirting with Bella. Don't worry, guys, he's not really interested. I'm just trying to get my point across that he'll flirt with anything that has boobs. Haha. He'll calm down in the next few chapters; you'll see why. ;)

By the way, no EPOV for this one. I'm super sorry, but I think I'll convert this one to Bella's POV only. If a bunch of you leave me reviews saying you want summore Edward, I'll definitely give it to you. ;)

I think the first chapter's EPOV was a necessary one. I'll get back to his POV in later chapters, but I don't really want everything out there for everyone to know. I want there to be some mystery and make y'all solve the puzzle Haha.

OKAY HERE WE GO BEFORE I START RAMBLING AGAIN :)

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BPOV

Beep, beep, beep.

Ugh. That noise that makes you feel like dying.

Beep, beep, beep.

I opened my eyes groggily, only to find the glowing white light of my alarm clock. Ugh. Six thirty. Too early. I rolled over to go back to sleep, but then I remembered that I had a job to do. Gross.

I got up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I stretched out, popping the joints and cringing as I felt the cracks ring faintly through my body. I bent over and touched my toes, getting a little blood flowing up to my head.

Yawning, I made my way to my extremely small, dull bathroom and turned on the water. I looked in the mirror, seeing my way-beyond-bedroom-eyes. They were like a dead raccoon mixed with that girl that Emmett picked up last night.

Eww.

Emmett.

I couldn't wait to spend the next months, maybe years with him!

Not.

I stripped off my cozy striped pajama shorts, courtesy of Wal-Mart, like most of my other clothes, and my t-shirt. I noticed that it was a System Rage tee that Austin had given me just as we'd parted last night.

Great, another beautiful reminder of my beautiful new job.

Sigh.

I let the warm water of the shower overtake me once again, relaxing my tense, stiff, sleepy muscles. I washed my hair with my vanilla-honey shampoo, feeling the suds run down the length of my back, relaxing me even further. Once I shaved, I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping the towel securely around me.

I went over to the sink to wash my face, put on deodorant, the works. I brushed and dried my hair, letting it flow chaotically in its frizzy mess down my back. I put on my makeup a little lighter on the eyes than last night, and lip balm instead of gloss.

Going out to my room to get dressed, I remembered that my clean clothes had just finished their cycle in the dryer. Once I opened the dryer, however, there was only my black push-up bra and black boyshort underwear from last night.

You've got to be kidding me, I thought as I put the cursed undergarments on.

I remembered that all of my other stuff was packed away and ready to go on the bus with the two man-whores of the century, Mr. Cowboy, and my newfound friend Tinkerbelle. Hopefully, Austin and Megan would be there, so then I wouldn't have to fret about spending more time with the two boob-watchers than courtesy demanded. Sigh.

I walked back into my room, hoping to find a reasonable outfit for today. I hope that I hadn't packed the olive green tee and brown corduroy skirt for the tour bus. Opening the door to my closet, I realized, with great chagrin, that indeed I had packed them up.

Damn.

The only thing I had left were my dirty black shirt from last night, a white button-down shirt that was one of Charlie's old "occasion" shirts, my jeans, my heels and my converse.

Sighing heavily once again, I threw my black shirt in the washing machine, it now being the only occupant of the laundry room, and threw on the white shirt.

Oh hell no.

The shirt was so incredibly big that it went down to the middle of my thigh. Jeez. I can't catch a break, can I?

Groaning in misery, I folded the humongous tunnels of sleeves up to the spot right under my elbow and they hung there loosely. The top button was buttoned, but made me look retarded, so I unbuttoned it.

Great.

Now you could see my damn cleavage, again. The shirt came in at the middle, just a tad, so at least I still looked like an actual woman.

Ugh.

Why does this happen to me?! Why am I the only person who gets to deal with things like these on her first real day of a new job?

Sigh.

Irritated, I put on my jeans and heels—which were supposed to be a skirt and flip flops—quickly, and then I picked up the blue box with my new Vaio in it, along with my Blackberry, pager, and everything else I was given yesterday, and took one last look at my micro-mini apartment. I wouldn't be here until December, and that was months away.

"Bye, apartment," I said in no more than a whisper. How more loserish can I get? Jeez.

I headed down to my car in the parking garage, clicked the unlock button twice, and hopped in, turning on my Bluetooth in the middle of it. I'm glad to be a master at multitasking, because I'd most likely need that skill with this job.

It was too quiet in the car as I made my way to the W Seattle, so I turned on some old Stone Temple Pilots songs. What a nice alternative from System Rage.

Eww.

As I approached the hotel, I could see all the tour buses lined up, and crazy fangirls and guys were crowded around it. I reached over for my pass that Austin had given me last night, stuffing it in my pocket.

After dodging the rampage of screaming girls, I found a parking space, grabbed all of my stuff, and headed inside the hotel.

Many "ohmigod" and "he's SO hot"-type phrases escaped from the herd of people on the rim of the bus lot. I ducked my head and found my way inside, seeing Andre and Austin immediately. Austin came over and took my things out of my hands before I had time to protest.

"Hey chick," he said, making me smile a little bit. "How's it going?"

"I'm cool, y'know. Tired," I said with a yawn, emphasizing my point. Austin laughed as Andre approached.

"Hello, Bella. I'm going to need you to go wake up the guys in a minute, but for now, take out your clipboard so you can write some stuff down," he said in his gruff voice. I nodded, holding my hand out for Austin to give me my clipboard, and he handed it to me.

"I'm putting this on our bus," Austin said, turning to go. Andre put a hand on his shoulder, spinning him back around.

"Yes sir?" Austin asked, confused.

"This goes on Miss Brandon's bus, Austin. She requested that they stay together, unless Miss Bella didn't want to…?" He looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Uh, uh, sure?" I questioned it as well. I didn't want to intrude on Alice's personal space or anything.

"Wonderful, then. The gold bus, Austin," Andre reminded him. Austin nodded and headed out the door, where the screaming fans began to get restless and even louder.

"So is there something you needed me to write down?" I asked Andre shyly, hoping that wasn't the wrong question. He was nice to me, but it seemed like if you asked him one wrong question, he'd hate you forever.

"Not just something, Miss Bella. This is a lot of information, so listen carefully. First of all, I am going to need you to call their agent to see any new things that we have going for this week. Then call Rolling Stone Magazine with an update on the whereabouts of the band. That sheet is on your clipboard. Emmett needs to get an STD test—" I snorted at that one "—and so you'll need to call Dr. Schultz about that. We're planning a party for Alice and Jasper's engagement, so I'm going to need for you to call the caterer on the sheet I gave you and order all of the things on that same sheet. Once we get to L.A., you have to stop by the pharmacy to pick up Jasper's medication for his allergies in California. After that, the guys are having an appearance at the new Guitar Center in L.A., and you must go with them, as you must every other public place they go. I'll give you everything else before the concert, alright?" Andre finished, a little out of breath.

"Yes sir. I got it all, I think. Agent, Rolling Stone, Dr. Schultz, caterer, pharmacy in L.A., and Guitar Center appearance. Is that all?" I asked with an almost smug smile. I'd gotten everything.

Andre just looked at me for a second in disbelief.

"You're good," he said, then walked away.

I smiled even wider. I knew I'd be good at this.

"Go wake up the boys!" he called over his shoulder just as he left the lobby.

My smile instantly fell. I knew I'd hate this job.

I stomped, irritated again, over to the elevator, and pressed the button. I tapped my foot angrily and crossed my arms over my chest. Remembering the reason for my annoyance, I uncrossed my arms, not wanting another episode like last night.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped onto it hesitantly. The girl that had, um… "been with" Emmett last night was stepping off of the elevator, black tear streaks running down her cheeks. I guess that Emmett had just been himself and did another hump-and-dump last night.

I'm glad he was getting that STD test done.

The guy on the elevator kept looking at me all funny…. Almost the same way the crew guys had looked at me last night. It freaked me out, and my bold-n'-blunt side took over.

"What are you looking at?" I jabbed. He froze for a minute, and then ran a hand through his longish black hair. I caught a glimpse of a gold band on his ring finger.

GOTCHA! Aww, a wedding ring. I'm sure his wife would be pleased to hear all about this.

The guy's tan forehead wrinkled for a minute, his black eyes becoming more embarrassed by the second. Then he flashed some white teeth in a smile.

"Nothin'. I'm Jacob Black, by the way. I'm here tuning the guy's instruments before they put them in the bus," he said, still smiling. "You're not some crazy fangirl, are you? I probably shouldn't have said that," he said, almost chagrined at the released information.

I laughed.

"Oh, I'm quite the opposite, Jacob. I'm Bella Swan, not-so-happy to be their new assistant," I replied. He chuckled at me, and then looked at me for a second, just as Andre had a moment ago.

"You'll last a while, I can tell. You're smart and on the ball, which is just what they need right now," he said, smiling again. The elevator dinged for my floor, so I nodded at him.

"Thanks, Jacob. See you around," I said, giving a half-smile and stepping off.

"Bye Bella," he said as the elevator closed.

Married man giving me compliments and checking me out.

Psh.

Whatever.

I pulled out my keycards that Andre had given me last night to the boy's rooms. 1205, 1211, and 1223. All across the hotel from each other; how nifty. He didn't tell me which one was which, so I took my chances and went to 1211, the closest one first.

Three slow knocks and wait fifteen seconds before barging in, Andre had told me last night.

Two seconds later, a clean and pretty Alice opened the door, dressed in a pink tube dress, white flip-flop heels and expensive-looking sunglasses on top of her head. Her hair was spiked at the sides like I guess it did naturally, and her face was literally glowing in her beauty and happiness.

"Hey, Bella!" she squealed as she threw her arms around me. I hugged her back.

"Hey, Alice, how's it going?" I said as she dropped away from her hold on me.

"Fabulous! Jasper and I were—oh, no, honey, come here," she sadly interrupted herself, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me into her room. Jasper was in the bathroom, I guessed, and I was grateful I didn't have to come in here to wake him up. That would have been awkward.

"What's wrong?" I asked as Alice pushed me onto the edge of the bed and ran over to her closet, rummaging through it.

"No offense, but your outfit! It's like… an actual man's shirt!" Alice said in near-pain. I guessed she really was a fashion maniac.

"Um, Alice? It's my dad's old shirt, and my original outfit was packed away with my other stuff by accident," I confessed, explaining the obvious that it indeed was a man's shirt.

"Aww, Bella, it's alright. If we wore the same size, I'd give you something, but I can only find a belt. Here," she aid, tossing me a black patent-leather belt. I slipped in on and it fit tightly around my waist. Alice then motioned for me to stand up and came over to tuck my shirt in.

She backed up and looked at me for a moment.

"Lose the belt," she ordered, so I slipped it back off and handed it to her. She threw it back in the closet, and then came over and played with my hair for a second.

"Now that's hot," Alice said, gesturing for me to look in the mirror. I snorted, but when I looked in the mirror, it looked one hundred times better.

My shirt was tucked in a little loosely, and the sleeves were still where I had rolled them. The buttons were also in the same place, and my crazy hair was freely flowing down to my ribcage, with a lot of it going down my back.

I remembered that I had to go wake up the other guys now, so I turned to Alice.

"Thank you, Alice," I said graciously. She just winked with a smile.

"No problem, roomie!" she almost cheered, opening a door and walking into the bathroom. Jasper was shaving, wearing a white wife beater and jeans. He saw me and smiled.

"Good mornin', Bella, how ya doin'?" he asked politely in his charming southern accent. I couldn't help but smile back; his feelings were infectious.

"I'm great, Jasper, how are you?" I replied happily.

"Pretty awesome," he said back calmly, washing off his razor and pulling tiny Alice into a side-hug. She closed her eyes and smiled against the bottom of his chest.

They were so cute together, but I had to leave.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wake up Edward and Emmett now," I stated sadly. Jasper chuckled.

"Have fun," he told me, his gray eyes looking at me apologetically.

I laughed and headed for the door.

"Bye guys!" I shouted as I shut the door to their room. Next up was 1223.

I walked over a little more confidently than before I had gone into the room with Alice. Once I approached the door, I knocked three times slowly and started counting in my head.

One, two three…

Still no answer. Ten bucks says this is Emmett's room.

Ten, eleven, twelve…

Ugh. I really did not want to go in there, but this was my job…

I pulled out the keycard, and just as the green light flashed after inserting it, the door swung open.

Emmett was standing in the doorway in the same outfit he had on when I met him last night.

That meant he hadn't taken a shower… eww.

"Hey, Bella," Emmett said with a smirk that was most likely meant to be flirtatious.

Gross.

"Emmett," I said with a nod. I really did not want anything else to occur. He was really strong and big, and we were standing in the threshold of his hotel room….

I held back a violent shudder at my thoughts.

"So," he said, leaning against the door frame, "anything I can do for you?" he said, his voice full of implications I didn't truthfully want to think about.

I cringed.

"Shut up," I said without thinking. "Andre needs you downstairs, so you better take a shower and get dressed. You look nasty," I teased inconspicuously, hoping he would take the hint.

He looked mortified, and almost blushed. He started scanning his shirtless abdomen and rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Oh, thanks," Emmett said after he recovered from his shock. "I can make you look nasty too, if you want…" he trailed off suggestively with a creepy smile on his face. I saw him staring at my chest again, and I just realized that I was wearing a black bra under a white shirt… but I didn't see it in Alice's mirror, I remembered that much. I smiled inwardly.

"No thanks. Well, I gotta go make an appointment for your STD test," I said, waving the clipboard in his face. He actually did blush this time, but it was more purple than red. I chuckled as I strode off to Edward's room, 1205, leaving Emmett standing horrified in the doorway of his room.

Edward.

Hmm. I knew almost nothing about him, and he seemed pretty deep….

…except for the fact that he was a total man-whore that was letting fame get to his head.

Jeez.

I hate him.

I strutted over to his door and knocked slowly three times.

One, two, three….

I'll bet that slut's still in there with him.

Seven, eight, nine….

That'd be awkward, to say the least.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen….

Why did it bother me so much? I hate Edward, and Emmett, for that matter.

I drew out my keycard, placed it in the slot, and waited for the green light before pulling it back out.

Walking into the room, I saw a table filled with steak and potatoes from last night, a broken lamp (probably from last night's antics), and then the corner of the bed.

Stepping out from behind the wall tentatively, not really caring to see what was on the bed, I walked into Edward's room to see him on the bed—

Shirtless.

I sucked in a breath. There was no girl around, no doors closed, no shower on—nothing.

Except a shirtless Edward in the bed.

"Edward," I said loudly, stepping all the way into the room and crossing my arms over my chest. He didn't move.

"Edward," I nearly yelled, getting agitated.

Nothing.

"EDWARD!" I screamed, angry now.

Snug as a bug in a rug.

I walked over to his bedside table, looking for something to pour on him. I suddenly felt two large hands on my hips, and then I was being pulled into the bed.

By Edward.

Edward.

Had pulled me.

Into the bed.

With him.

I was supposed to be repulsed by this. I hated him.

Didn't I?

It was a little hard to think with him snuggling his head down into the crook or my neck, or with his hands rubbing my sides.

"Mmm…" he hummed.

I snapped out of my stupid little trance, only to find a water bottle on the other bedside table. I cracked it open, backed out of his grasp—his hands were still on my hips, though—and poured it all over his face. It got all over his pillows too.

He shot up, gasping and looking around in panic.

"What? What? What'd I miss?" he questioned frantically. I started giggling, but then composed myself. I was mad now, for some reason. Maybe I was PMSing.

"Finally, you're awake," I said angrily.

He looked at me for a second, trying to figure out who I was, and then his eyes popped open to twice their normal size.

"Bella?" he asked, his smooth voice cracking.

I laughed a little at that.

"Get up. Andre wants to see you," I huffed. He looked at me for a second incredulously, his disheveled bronze hair dripping wet. The water droplets from his hair trickled down his strong face, and then dropped down onto his bare chest, rolling down slowly…

Internal slap. What was I thinking here?

I noticed he was looking at my chest again.

Jeez. Now I was really mad.

"Dammit, Edward, my eyes are up here!" I yelled as I crossed my arms over the area of my shirt that was opened up. He immediately looked up and blushed, hard.

"I, um—what?" he asked confused. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute, and I forgot why I was mad, or what I was doing in here, or what my name was….

…because I was drowning in a topaz sea.

Just then, I felt my pocket vibrate. I felt my face heat up, and I didn't know why. I reached into my pocket, and Edward ran into the bathroom at lightning speed. I hadn't even seen him go in there until the door had closed.

I pressed the green button on my phone.

"Hello?" I said a little breathlessly.

"Jeez, Bella, what were you doing up there? I mean, you don't seem like the kind of girl that falls for their stuff, but man…" Austin said jokingly. He laughed as I composed myself.

"Huh?" I was so confused. Those damn eyes had me all befuddled, for reasons unknown.

"Kidding, Bells," Austin said lightly. "So, um, I was calling to say that—oh, right, never mind. You're not on the crew. Sorry, then, for the pointless call." I could almost hear the apology in Austin's voice. I smiled sadly, and then realized I was still on Edward's bed.

"N-no problem, Austin," I said nervously, trying to dash out of this room as quickly as I could without hurting myself.

"Haha. See you in L.A., Bells," he said sweetly.

I ripped open the door to the room to see Alice, Jasper and Emmett all standing in the hallway, coming toward Edward's room.

"Bye, Austin!" I closed as enthusiastically as I could.

Alice saw me as I closed Edward's door behind me, and her eyes popped open in surprise.

Jasper and Emmett had the same look on their face.

"Um, Bella, what were you…" Emmett trailed off, probably not knowing what to say. I was feeling awkward and embarrassed. Why?!

"What happened to your hair?" Alice cried. I froze, remembering the exact way my hair must've gotten all wrong. Being forced onto a bed by a large man could do a number on your tresses, I suppose.

Alice trotted over to me and started smoothing my hair out. Once she had gotten it how she wanted it, she rubbed her hands together and smiled triumphantly.

"He won't wake up," I said gruffly, embarrassed by what this looked like.

I was surprised to hear a throaty chuckle and a booming guffaw. I looked up to see Jasper and Emmett bending over in laughter.

"What?" I asked, not being able to hold my own building laughter much longer.

"He never does!" Emmett said, laughter ringing strongly in his voice.

"He's right!" Jasper almost yelled in hilarity.

It wasn't as funny to me, probably because they'd seen many other times that I hadn't. I laughed anyway.

After a minute, the boys stopped laughing, and Edward came out of his room. I didn't dare to look at him after the moment we had in his room.

"C'mon, Bella, let's go to our bus!" Alice squealed as she grabbed my hand and dragged me down the stairs of the hotel.

Twelve flights.

In heels.

At nine in the morning.

With Alice.

Man, was this going to be a long day.

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