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Disclaimer - I don't own anything Twilight, S.M owns everything. I wish she'd lend me Edward for a few years though. I dont own any of the artists, songs or lyrics or anything either. Or the line from the poem.
Songs featured in Chapter 2
Limp Bizkit – Break Stuff
Barry Louis Polisar – All I want is you
Kate Bush – Wuthering Heights
Poem – Elizabeth Barett Browning – Sonnet 43, 'How do I love thee?'
Chapter 2 - 'Sex hair' and 'Wuthering Heights' take Bella to her happy place
( lulu clears throat,* cough-cough * and puts on cheesy voice over voice Ala The OC )
"Previously in Place to be......" :P (oh man how I love those cheesy voice overs)
I quit my musings when I finally note the terrified expression on the kids face and furrow my eyebrows at her. She's looking at me as if I'm the freaking wicked witch of the west or some shit. A slender arm reaches into my field of vision and the little girls yanked away and out of the puddle her little red Wellington boots splashing the muddy water up onto my bare legs. I cant help the third cackle that bubbles out, and look up into the disproving face of the little kids mother who's looking at me like I'm freaking Jethro Tull or something. Ha, if only she knew how on the ball she was. Well only if that song was really about stalkerish tendencies towards hot hobo guitar toting men rather than little girls.
Laughing again, internally this time, I step out of the puddle and continue trudging towards my apartment where the bea
con of my huge comfy bed and a bottle of tequila call to me. Your supposed to drink Tequila Sunrise in the morning, right? Sun rises in the morning and all that, well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Its just one of those days
When you don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked
Everybody sucks
You don't really know why
But want justify
Rippin' someone's head off
AAAhhhhhhhh...
Thats all thats been running through my brain on a constant loop since I exited the park. I think my brains screaming in pain from the embarassment.
I crank the volume on my iPod up as far as I can take it. That's what she said!. Oh man I cant even find that funny right now, which means this shit is bad. I have possibly the most juvenile sense of humor known to mankind. Say penis and I will piss myself. Biology class was the highlight of my fucking school career.
However quite possibly the most mortally humiliating moment of my life occurred mere minutes ago and now that the Guitar Guy incoherency is waring off and my subconscious is finally staggering its way out of the gutter I have no words for just how mortified I am right now. I cant believe I was singing at him ,oh god.I cant even fucking sing in tune. Ahhhh...
Reaching my apartment building I stampede my way inside. I stand around in the foyer rapidly bobbing my weight from foot to foot impatiently waiting for the elevator to descend. My heart is beating out a mad rhythm in my chest causing my whole upper body to pulsate. Holding up my hand in front of me I watch in fascination as it jiggles about as though I have the freaking jakey shakes or something. Nice... my body's decided its a lovely time to release some adrenaline into my freaking system.
Apparently Guitar Guy not only causes my mind to become incoherent but also causes my body to lose all control of the functions necessary to sustain life.
I could have done with this 15 minutes ago for fuck sake.
You know when I was trying to run away from the fuckery I managed to get myself into? "Fight or Flight"? Wheres the fucking danger now, eh? Spinning around I survey my surroundings and note the sad state of the potted plant on my left next to the reception desk. What the hells it gonna do turn into that man eating plant in 'Little Shop of Horrors'? I think fucking not..
It looks so depressed sitting there all alone. I know how you feel buddy I sigh. Am I seriously identifying myself with a scabby lobby plant. Jesus I need help.
Hearing the ping of the elevator behind me I swirl around and step in pressing the button for the top floor and pray to the heavens the chain doesn't snap and send me plummeting to my death. Because seriously its just one of those days.
I turn up the volume on my iPod even more to ensure I completely drown out the shitty elevator music that's supposed to soothe you but only succeeds in creeping me the hell out and pull out my phone and check for any messages. Nope no one loves me. I do have a voice-mail message though so I quickly dial my inbox and wait for the message to play.
And immediately wish I hadn't bothered. All I can make out of the warble coming through the speaker is the, shall we say 'distinguished' and shrill, voices of my flatmates Alice and Rosalie singing.
"If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves"
It does put a smile on my face for a minute before I think of the reason they are singing that particular song and it quickly falls away and I return to my morbid mood.
Well like I said I have been observing Guitar Guy for a while now, that 'while' being about two and a half months. And well after a few weeks of me disappearing out the apartment at 9 in the morning every Wednesday and Friday Alice and Rosalie's inquisitive sides took over.
Alice especially wouldn't drop it saying she new I was hiding someone special from her, ha, and I ended up folding and spewing out all the twisted fuckery that was going on in my deprived brain to them.
Alice became immediately enthralled in my 'love story' as she refers to it and stole my iPod from me putting his play list on. She sat for hours listening to the music all starry eyed and distant then she'd suddenly snap out of it and write certain lyrics down shoving them in my face as though there was something important about those lines specifically.
Rose and I of course pulled out a bottle of Shiraz and laughed our asses of at her absurdity. That girl lived on Fantasy land and was just sitting about waiting for her Mr. Darcy or Prince Charming to come and fetch her.
She then became convinced Guitar Guy was trying to send a ;message' my way through the medium of music. Which resulted in both Rose and me busting a gut screeching with laughter and rolling our eyes at her. She retorted with a straight face and a quiet voice "One day Bella. You'll see.. I've already seen it...". That girl is batshit crazy. Although she doesn't stalk people, so maybe I'm beating her on the crazy stakes.
As long as I don't reach Britney levels of crazy and shave my hair off I should be all right. I hope. Rosalie merely laughed and verbatim told me 'its because of all those romantic clichés you both dote on in those stupid books you read. You don't see men for what they are and what they want in reality'. To which Alice leaped onto my bed and screamed 'I don't want realism! I want magic!' in her best Blanche Du'Bois impersonation.
Anyway back to the point, Guitar Guy had played this song on the morning of my admission to Rose and Alice and as a result any time I mention him they start singing this to mock me. Fuckers.
Closing my phone I chuck it into my bag and take out my keys. Crossing the fingers of my other hand I pray for something good to happen to me today and beg the gods above or whoever the hells running this show that Rose and Alice aren't home. I don't think I can face reliving the embarrassment quite yet.
Reliving it ?I'm fucking living it still and will be until I fucking die... Okay maybe that's a bit too far there. Because there is no way they'll leave me alone until I give them the low down on what happened with Guitar Guy today.
The elevator reaches my floor and I step out heading to our lovely penthouse apartment. I can never get over the fact I live in a penthouse in New York. Add to that the fact it has a freaking rooftop garden complete with Jacuzzi and my head near enough explodes.
Rosalie had inherited the apartment as a result of being her dear old Grandmother Pearls favourite grandchild, and well only grandchild.
I warily reach my still jakey shaking hand out and rest it on the door knob which immediately starts rattling. Ha, I take a profound breath and turn the door knob and let out the breath immediately in a frustrated groan as it turns full circle and springs open.
The witches are home. Well one of them at least. I silently plead its only Rose since she always allows me a cursory hour or so to wallow on my own before pouncing.
Making my way into the hall I quickly wrestle my now filthy, squeaking and sopping wet chucks and socks off my feet. I try to tip toe silently through the foyer, but give up as my worst fears are confirmed.
Immediately I'm met with the sound of Rose and Alice's raised voices coming towards me from the kitchen. I'd put any money on the fact they're arguing about the coffee machine,again. Walking past the door to the kitchen I head upstairs to my bedroom. My bed is still calling to me even if the Tequila which is rather tragically in the Kitchen with those two is out of the question...
Alice probably already knows I'm home anyway, she thinks, well claims she's psychic. I internally role my eyes at her and plod past the kitchen. Whilst climbing the stairs I can hear Alice and Rose shouting at one another.
"Yeah,that's right, you put the coffee in there and turn the little knob...No! No, no no!"
"Shut the hell up! This is right.."
"For the love of baby Jeebus its not, your doing it wrong.. again!
"No, i am not"
"There's no steam! Wheres the steam,eh? There's meant to be fucking steam!"
"shut up! There is steam..look there, that's your fucking steam right there.. what is it with you "
"What is it with me? I've been up for an hour now and I still haven't had a fucking cup of coffee!"
I cant help but snort at the ridiculousness of those two. Apparently instant coffee is for schmucks and reading the instructions to the fancy ass Coffee machine they insisted on buying is cheating.
Flinging my door open and slamming it shut again I dump my bag and soggy chucks onto the floor before launching myself rather ungracefully onto my bed narrowly missing landing on my abandoned laptop.
Starting my lap top up I decide there's only one thing that will make me feel better right now. I rather ironically need a singsong.
I don't know why but for as long as I can remember whenever I've felt down in the doldrums I've had a little sing song and it cheers me up. Thank fuck because I'd be the size of a house if I reached for the chocolate instead.
I always pull out the big guns when I'm down so a classic power ballads is necessary for times like these and I know exactly what song I need. Laughing at how fucking ridiculous the fact I need to sing,well shriek really, to make myself feel better after my appalling singing earlier. I turn up the volume as high as it can go. Laying back in my bed I belt along with the song.
"Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my Wuthering, Wuthering
Wuthering Heights"
My door bursts open and nearly comes flying of its hinges as Alice and Rose launch themselves into my room and jump onto the sofa at the end of my bed, screeching in tandem into their make do microphones. Which as far as I can tell are croissants.
"Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window"
I pretty much split my sides laughing at them as my mood lightens momentarily. Alice and Rose laugh along and look at me snickering away. My gloomy disposition soon resurfaces when I think back to the last person snickering at me like that and I feel my face fall. My heart rate picks up again and my face flushes furiously. I role over in my bed hiding my head under one of the many pillows. There's seriously about 20, I may have a bit of a pillow fetish. Simultaneously the volume goes down on my laptop and my pillow is snatched off my head.
I groan loudly and fling my arms over my head in a lame attempt at avoiding the inquisition. Strangely its Rosalie who starts it off.
" Bella, Bella, Bella,... come on turn over and let us see your pretty little face. I'm not going to badger what's wrong out of you, so don't worry, I just want to talk about your birthday plans"
See that's why i love Rose allows me to wallow. Slowly i remove my arms from my head and shuffle around to see Alice and Rose sitting at the bottom of my bed. Rose looks pretty damn chuffed with herself smiling all smugly and Alice has a devilish smile on her face. Before i know what's happening Alice dives at me pinning my arms to my sides and heartily laughs her little head off.
"Ahhhh, silly Bella !! Rose said she wasn't going to badger you. I however.. I am all for it, so spill!"
Rose moves up the bed to sit next to me and I look up at her angrily since she must have been in on this little ploy of Alice's. Alice shakes me quickly and moans "Bellaaa, come on spill!"
I quickly change my expression to a pleading look and implore Rose with my eyes to get Alice to back off. I really don't want to talk about this shit yet and can feel my eyes starting to burn with unshed tears persistent on being set free.
Rose just smiles and smooths my hair off of my face and says softly "You know she wont stop until you tell her. Just spit it out real fast ...
"That's what she said !" Alice sniggers.
"... you know like pulling of an Elastoplast, quick and easy."
"That's what she said !" Alice snickers again louder this time. Rose pauses smoothing my hair and rolls her eyes at Alice.
It does make me laugh this time though and a strange sensation paces through my body as a gurgling chortle escapes me at the same time as a few traitor tears run down my cheek. I laugh again at how stupid I'm being. I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm gonna go ahead and blame the adrenaline for this as-well I think...
Alice smiles at me sympathetically and wipes my eyes. Alice being Alice, is ridiculously perceptive and knows my tears aren't 'real' tears and carry's on with her inquest. She prompts me again with a soft "Bella, come on just tell us now and honestly you will feel better, I promise..".
"Fine!" I huff, and sniffle my nose noisily causing Rose to grimace a little in disgust, serves her right. "But you two better make yourself comfy and enjoy your premiere seats in a little show I like to call 'Bella's Mortal Embarrassment'.."
"What the fuck are you talking about ?" Alice interjects, apparently sympathetic Alice has left the building. She looks pretty damn confused with her face all scrunched up yet still manages to look adorable.
"I'm talking about the fact I'm a complete moron and just embarrassed the shit out of myself in front of Guitar Guy" I whine.
They both look at me supplliantly asking me to elaborate and I pour my guts out.
Alice squeals with excitement when I tell them about my attempt at 'innocent' flirting and nearly spontaneously combust's when I tell them about Guitar Guys reactions and his little salute. I still cant believe I did that. Seriously, where the hell that came from I don't know. I mean I was too shy to even say hello to him for over two months prior to today. And then, out of bloody nowhere, I blatantly flirt with him.
It was so weird at the time as well, I remember every second of our kind of strange dance but everything around just kind of blurred out of existence. It was surreal. It felt almost as if it was supposed to happen.. I know that doesn't really make sense but it was as if I was trapped in a moment that was just meant to be .
Maybe its a fucking full moon tonight and I;m going loopy as a result or maybe its the whole looking but not touching thing. My good old friend also known as Sexual frustration must be rearing its big old head and commandeering all thought processes leaving me acting like a fucking idiot.
"Oh my god Bella! He so wants you!" Alice squeaks through her fingers which she has clasped over her mouth in delight.
"Yeah right, as if... he was just being a guy and lapping up the attention .. right Rose" I look to Rose for back up. But cant ignore the intense surge of zeal that idea causes within me at the mere possibility of him wanting anything to do with me.
" I don't know Bella. I mean he's certainly playing along... and with what you've told us about him he's drop dead Fred gorgeous.. so he probably has any girl he could possibly want flinging themselves at him, right? Meaning he wouldn't waste his time flirting with someone he's not interested in.." She states earnestly, trailing off as she raises her eyes to me taking in my stunned expression.
This is not what I expected Rose to say. At all. Its not that Rose is a man hater or anything like that but she does tend to think rather lowly of the "lesser-sex" as she refers to men. I fully expected her to write him off as an attention seeking man-whore.. Alice interrupts my internal ramblings but I continue to stare stupidly at Rose, who looks back at me with an encouraging smile.
"Anyway, that's nothing to be embarrassed about Bella. You should be well chuffed with that. I mean you didn't even think he noticed you sitting there before,and now ? he's flirting with you! Result!" She fist pumps into the air.
" Yeah well I haven't got to the best bit yet.." I mumble before telling them all about my huge slip up .
Ever the supporting friends, they both nearly piss themselves when I tell them about my singing along to his guitar and his fucking gorgeous laughter at my expense.
"Oh my god ! This couldn't get any better.." Alice shouts, "..its like your a little duo, singing your little duets. You guys have a song now !! Aww....." She coos softly.
"Alice , you cant have a song with a guy you aren't dating never mind someone you've certainly not, and most likely never will, utter a word to ." I sigh and shake my head to try and clear it a little.
I hate to admit Alice is right and I do feel a bit better for opening up to them straight away rather than brewing in my own self abhorrence.
" But you have serenaded him.. " Rosalie pipes in and laughs at her own joke the volume rising like a fucking hyena as Alice joins in at my expense. Glad everyone seems to find me so freaking amusing today.
The twosome keep cackling away. Okay I retract that musing and wish I had brewed for a while and managed to fabricate an excuse for my shitty mood. This is seriously only making me feel worse.
I crawl over the bed away from them and turn the volume back up on my laptop before jumping up onto my feet and crossing to my dresser. Serious action is needed now if I'm going to snap out of this wretched mood. Snatching up my hairbrush I start singing again and banging around, swirling about my room.
"Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy"
Rosalie crawls over the bed making a show of rolling her eyes at my dramatics and lifts the laptop into her lap she turns the music down again.
"Oh come on Bella calm down, its not that bad. All you did was appreciate his music and talent. "
Alice then jumps on the late to fucking arrive 'make Bella feel better band wagon' and pitches in.
"Yeah I mean, if anything Petal, he's going to be flattered.. seriously I mean its a compliment really.."
Hmm. Maybe their right...well not about the 'its not that bad' thing because its still fucking ignominious. But the fact I was singing along... that shows I was paying attention to what he was singing and playing, which you wouldn't do if you didn't admire them or find them pleasing. Pleasing. To please.. Holy moly how fucking pleasing I find him. And the ways I want to please him ..godd I need to stop thinking about this I can feel my body burning up again. Hopefully they wont pick up on it and will just assume its the embarrassment again, I take a deep calming breath and attempt to simmer down.
No such luck, Alice is looking at me with that all knowing grin of hers again. How does she do this voodoo shit ?
" suppose..its still fucking mortifying though" I finally mutter.
"Well I demand you cease your self pitying and tell us a bit more about him.." Rose probes me with a smile. I don't know how many times I've described him to them but I'm all game if it steers this conversation away from my craptastic morning.
"well that I will gladly talk about " I grin and take a deep preparatory breath before delving into the fuckhawtness that is Guitar Guy. "He is without a doubt the most disconcertingly handsome man I've ever seen."
I move back over to the bed and stretch out closing my eyes and remembering what he looked like today. "He has this thick coppery bronzy caramely toffee brown hair."
I can hear Rose and Alice snorting at my fan girl description of his hair but continue anyway. Thinking about him takes me to my happy place. Fuck knows what touching him would do to me.. I think my whole body would implode or explode or something.
" Its all glossy and floppy and dishevelled." I peek up at Rose.
"You would call it 'sex hair' " I smile.
" And he's insistently running his fingers through it, and you can tell by how easily his fingers flow through that its as soft as silk. I don't even think he's trying to tame it, its just some mannerism he has." I sigh.
"He has these immense deep soulful blueish green thickly fringed eyes..and one looks darker than the other, but that might have just been the sun or something messing with my eyes or the incoherency that latches onto my brain when I look at him, or when I'm anywhere near him, or think about him apparently... His face is all tanned this now from the summer sun and his teeth are really white, but not perfect like they're obviously the work of a dentist. And he had some manly stubble today and just looked completely panty droppingly hot" I sigh again.
"Sounds like a dream boat!" Alice fawns and mock fans her face with one of her little hands giggling like a schoolgirl.
"So what kind of clothes does he wear.. you know that's the important stuff right there.. it could be a deal breaker..." She teases.
I couldn't help but laugh. because considering our work area this really is an important point. More so for Alice though, I couldn't give two fucks if he walked about in a bin bag. As long as it was one of those really shitty cheap bin bags you know the white ones you can see through..... Oh god I think I'm having palpitations just thinking about what's possibly under his clothes. I have to bite down on my lip to retain the urge to drool or moan or fuck knows what at the mental images assaulting my poor brain...
Shit Bella, get your head back in the game. Okay I'im back. See, Alice owns a chic little boutique smack bang in the middle of Soho. Well not quite smack bang but pretty damn central. Well in actuality Rosalie inherited it from Grandmother Pearl along with the penthouse so she owns it technically but Alice runs it. Alice and Rose told me that when Grandmother Pearl owned the shop it was an antique furniture store. It took Alice and Rosalie months to convert it to a functioning boutique what with how picky they are. And their attitude towards actually reading instruction manuals. But eventually the boutique was born and in honour of Rosalie's grandmother, christened 'Grandma Pearls'. Which is where the three of us work. Kind of.
Alice is a clothes designer and is pretty damn infamous throughout the world of fashion. She designs classic old Hollywood style gowns as well as some completely original extravagant and sometimes ridiculous modern style pieces. But also designs modern kind of everyday clothes..well everyday to those who can afford the prices. At the moment her designs are in demand big big big time.
Where do I come in? Well Im a jewellery designer and maker. I trained as an apprentice under a very well known Jeweller in the city. This was my reason for moving to NY in the first place. Well that and the sleepy town of Forks where I grew up had jack shit to do in it regarding jewellery design.
After only knowing Alice for literally about 15 minutes I ended up moving in with her and Rose and quitting my apprenticeship to start working on my own designs which Alice insisted at the time was the right move for me to make and of course she was blooming right.
My designs are exclusive to Grandam Pearls and rather amazingly to me, they're doing pretty damn well. Ludicrously well considering I'm a complete unknown in this town. I've even had various pieces borrowed to star in films and for various celebs to wear at film premiers and special events. It leaves me completely awestruck. Probably helps that one of Alice's fashionista friends a renowned Stylist, Esther Davison often uses both clothing and jewellery pieces from Grandma Pearls for her clients.
Most of my designs are minimalist and modern but I also love the classic elegant styles and at the moment a lot of my designs are influenced by Rene Lalique.
I also have a tendency to use random crap I find lying around and incorporating it into the designs. My last set of items were inspired after reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, for about the millionth time. And a set of love notes I found in a book I bought in a second hand book store.
The love notes were so stunningly beautiful. Each one starting with "To my love" and ending with " God bless you my darling, my lover, X". I may have shed a tear or two reading through them. Anyway, each of the items of jewellery incorporated a bell jar with a section from the letters placed inside.
I loved them so much I kept one of the necklaces for myself with an Elizabeth Browning quote within the bell jar, "How do I love thee. Let me count the ways...".
And Rosalie, well she's the official owner of the boutique and also a kick ass amazing fashion photographer. She does shoots for loads of prominent designers as well as lending a hand to smaller unknown names. And its with Rose the kind of comes in. She does all the shoots for Grandma Pearls but she doesn't actually work from within the store like Alice and I do. But since she does own the boutique she has final say in pretty much everything, and she isn't half business savvy.
The other thing about Rose and the fact she has overruling power over Grandma Pearls and its publicity and fashion shoots is her love for using 'real woman' as models rather than getting the models everyone else seems to use.
As a result she likes to use her friends and herself as models instead of "hiring in stick insects, when I've got real woman here". Consequently Alice, Angela, Lauren, Leah, Emily and myself who all work in Grandma Pearls have all been roped in on numerous occasions to model. And therefore get to stare at photos of ourselves plastered all over the walls of our workplace everyday.
We all moan about it but secretly love it. Its always a laugh we just end up in one of Roses private studios drinking cocktails and dancing about having a laugh. The resulting photos are carefree and insouciant and just plain brilliant in my opinion.
Half of them aren't high-quality enough to be used in the boutique but they make for great presents and wall pieces. And so obviously our apartment is covered in head to toe with these crazy ass photos.
Alice snaps her fingers in my face bringing me back to the present and eggs me on to continue my description of Guitar Guy. She's obviously intrigued as to what clothes he wears.
I laugh at her piqued interest and resume my appreciation of his beauty.
" Well he's rocking the whole 'I'm a brooding mysterious musician' vibe. Looking all dirty and lick-able in his flannel shirts, skinny jeans, leather jackets and fucking Doc Martins." I look up at them to enforce just how ridiculously sexy these boots are, shaking my head I continue "Doc Martins I tell you... But today he had on a pair of beat up converse..."
That match mine , well apart from the fact mine are purple and his are black, so really they don't actually match mine. What is with the sudden urge to have matching items of clothing, seriously, it didn't work for The Beckhams why the hell would it work for us. Us I like the sound of that..
"And then there's the fucking tattoos. He's got something written across his chest, I cant quite make out, because it peeks out of the top of his shirt along with some chest hair which just fucking kills me by the way. But its definitely some letters. And like a jigsaw piece on his arm just above his elbow on the inside, god knows where else he's got them..."
Rosalie and Alice are still laughing at my perhaps over-expressive description of his swoon worthy hair but I don't care. All I can think about is that fucking chest hair and tattoo now...god. In my happy place I writhe about naked in that hair I'm telling ya. I feel my face heating up again, this shits seriously not funny. I remember an episode of Greys anatomy when some girl, the blushing girl, I feel her pain, had an operation to stop herself from blushing. I wonder if that's a real operation or just something the writers made up? I might need to google that shit later.
"Breathe Bella, don't get yourself too excited .." Alice teases her tongue sticking out between her teeth.
I try to laugh it off and take another big deep calming breath making Alice snigger all knowingly again. We both look at Rose whose been rather abnormally shtoom for the last few moments. She's looking right back at me with a strange look on her face.
"Right, here's what your going to do .." Rose says authoritatively.
Uh oh, big red warning flags start swooshing in my brain, danger! danger!
"..your going to talk to him. Ah-uh.."
She silences me, as I start to protest,
"..You. Are. Going. To. Talk. To. Him. On. Friday."
I'm completely taken aback by this and just stare at her unintelligently, my eyes wide and mouth open in horror. Looking like a goldfish basically. Rose continues in a decided tone.
"You are going to introduce yourself. Its as easy as "Hello, my name is Bella. What's your name?.."
"Rose, I know how to introduce myself to someone." I scowl and role my eyes at her.
" You could have fooled me." She retorts completely stone faced, making Alice chuckle next to me.
" Friday Bella. You will see him Friday, and your doing it. No. Excuses. You better come home with his name or else I'm going to march you down there next week and do it for you." She finishes with a no nonsense tone, raising her eyebrow as if trying to entice me into attempting to oppose her.
Oh Hell no.. I'm not getting into a conflict with this crazy woman. Where the heck did this Rose come from..gee whiz. Rose is always so unruffled and serene and laid back. God maybe I'm not the only one that needs a little somethin somethin here... I cant argue with this woman, right I'll appease her and work out a way to get out of it. I suddenly feel a cold coming on say Thursday morning.. ha-ha. Eat dirt Rosalie cant blame me if I'm all ill and holed up in bed.
"Bella, stop trying to work out ways to avoid it.." Alice admonishes me. Fuck sake, how could I forget about little Miss. Know-it-fucking-all. I internally groan and try and think of another way I could get out of this, but Alice coughs and shakes her head at me in a kind of 'no chance' way. Seeing no way out and panicking as crazy Roses intense eyes bore into me I finally give in and squeak out.
"Fine I will talk to him on Friday."
Rosalie beams at me basking in her jubilation. Oh man there's no going back on this now...
"He's just going to laugh in my face though.." I grumble at her like a petulant child.
"Good then that's that sorted." Rose says happily as if his laughing in my face is a good thing,
" Well I need to hit the road. Got a shoot across town, with some dishy Calvin Klein male models.." She grins while waggling her eyebrows at us suggestively.
"Unlucky for some" Me and Alice say in unison and laugh.
"And we have to head into Grandma Pearls Bella. I need your help setting up the window display again, that Victoria persons getting the sack. I think she's confusing our quirky little boutique with freaking TJMaxx... So be ready in 30 and we can stop off for coffee before we head in" Alice chirps as she skips out of my room finally leaving me alone.
And that's when realisation hits. Shit, I have truly just agreed to talk to Guitar Guy and I'm actually going to have to go through with it. Or that scary imposter Rose who just left my room will seriously do it 'for me'.
The last thing I want to do is face him! I was just planning on buying a telescope and watching him from a distance... thats pretty fucked up actually. I wasnt really entertaining that idea...was I..
I thought your friends were supposed to pull you out of shitty moods not make them worse. Huffing I clamber over my bed and turn Kate Bush back on full volume and curl into the pile of pillows on my bed. Seriously fucking ticked off right now at being manipulated into agreeing to do something I really don't, well deep down I do want but I'm too shit scared, to do is fucking bullying and I'm tempted to chase after Rose and give her some random abuse.
Deciding imposter Rose is probably still in place of laid back Rose I curl into the fucking foetal position and bury my head screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillows to muffle out the sound.
Seriously. Fuck. My. Life.
Disgruntled I traipse into my bathroom to attempt to conquer the unyielding mess of supposed curls my hair has transformed into due to the rain. Looking into the mirror I laugh out loud at the bird nest on top of my head and the mascara trail running down my cheek a mark of the path of my traitor tears from earlier. Ahh, if guitar Guy could see me now.. I mock myself caustically.
The song ends and I prepare myself to start screeching along to 'Wuthering Heights' once again. Instead I'm met with the opening lyrics of Barry Louis Polisar, 'All I want is you' for the second time today. This version however is somewhat classier than Rose and Alices.
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves"
Fucking Alice. I cant help but smile as I recall the dulcet tone of his voice and the way he tenaciously thrummed the strings of his acoustic the first time I heard him play this song. Man what I wouldn't give to be that guitar...
I start to hum along with the beat and end up singing along as I brush through my hair and think back to what happened today. This time however I resolve to look back at the fuckery from a third person point of view. Remove myself as much as I can from the situation.
Its not that bad really, I suppose I can just laugh it off..well eventually hopefully, maybe not today but one day I'm sure I;ll look back on today and laugh my tits off about it.
Images of sitting across from my normal spot in the park next to Guitar Guy on his bench laughing about 'that time I started to sing along..' float into my psyche.
I may just be being demented but if that vision could become a reality... god, that would put me on cloud nine. With that inspiration in mind I resolve to start thinking of a way to tactfully approach Guitar Guy. Excitement starts to bubble up within the core of my body and spreads outwards making me feel all fuzzy and light-hearted as my resolution solidifies.
Friday, I'm going to take a chance and finally talk to Guitar guy.
I just hope I'm not going to embarrass myself anymore than I already have, if thats even humanly possible...
A/N
So Bells is going to put her big girl panties on and put herself on the firing line, or will she?...mwahaha
Next chapter is going to be the first EPOV chapter and will be his perspective of the fuckery that went down in Chapter 1, well thats the plan
So hit that review button and let me know what you are thinking. Any suggestions for songs Guitar Guy can play for his Park Girl would be much appreciated too?
