A/N: When Emmett refers to football, he means American football – not soccer. Just a FYI. Enjoy!

Disclaimer is in Chapter 1.

The Not So Secret Life of a Hollywood Starlet

Chapter 2

BPOV

"Here we are! La Bella Italiana!" Emmett exclaimed as he parked the car. He got out and looked up and down the street to see if we were followed. "There's no camera crew Bella!"

I sighed with relief and stepped out of the car. "Thank god. I thought that they were going to follow me everywhere!"

"Well of course the would've except with your luck they will already be inside."

"Shut up Emmett."

He just chuckled and led the way inside. "Reservations under Swan," he told the hostess.

She turned from Emmett's massive form to me with wide eyes. I saw recognition.

Please don't tell the paparazzi I'm here…

"Uh…right this way," she said.

Yes!

We followed her into a secluded area of the restaurant and handed us menus. "A server will be out in a moment to take your order," she said timidly.

"Hey Bella," Emmett whispered.

"What?" I whispered back.

"I've got a question," he whispered again.

"Okay but why are we whispering?"

"To remain inconspicuous."

"Wow, a big word. I never thought that you would learn a word that had more than ten letters and that's pushing it. Where did you learn the word?" I asked sarcastically.

"I learned it from – hey!"

I laughed.

"But, Bella, did you ever notice how it's called La Bella Italiana?" he whispered.

"So?" I asked without whispering.

"So, since it's named after you, we can get free food!" he yelled.

"It doesn't work that way Emmett," I laughed.

"Then can we tell them it's your birthday to get a free desert?" he asked hopefully.

"Emmett, I'll pay for it. You can get whatever you want," I promised.

"Really?"

"Really." I smiled. "Now where is the waiter?"

As if he had heard me, a waiter approached our table. And almost like every single time someone sees me, his eyes widened.

I rolled my eyes. Couldn't people just treat me like a normal person? "I'll have a Dr. Pepper," I said before he could embarrass himself.

"I'll have a Sprite," Emmett said.

The waiter nodded and scratched down our orders. "Uh…A-a-are you r-ready t-to order or do you n-need m-more t-t-time?" he stuttered.

"We're ready to order," Emmett said before I could say a word. "We want fried mozzarella, garlic bread, bruschetta, cesar salad, and tomato soup for appetizers. I would like chicken fettuccini, a Filet Mignon, chicken ravioli, Salmon, ooh and gnocchi."

I stared at Emmett shocked. I forgot how much he could eat.

The waiter was writing things down as fast as possible.

"What are you getting Bella?" Emmett asked.

"Um…why don't we share the appetizers Em? I'll have penne pasta with a cream and tomato sauce for myself."

The waiter nodded and walked off still writing our order.

"My gosh Emmett. How are you going to eat all that? I know I said you stomach was a bottomless pit but how can eat all that?" I asked.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. "I haven't ever ordered dessert yet." He smirked. "And besides, we have a new football coach this year, Coach Johnson, and he's working us way harder than our old coach so I've been eating more."

Before I could say anything, the waiter was back with our sodas. "Uh…Y-your appetizers will be ready in a moment."

I smiled happily at the waiter and his eyes became glazed. My face scrunched up in confusion.

A loud crash from the kitchen caused him to snap out of it and he scurried off without a word.

Emmett and I chatted until the waiter came back with two other waiters – all of their arms full.

I gaped at the huge plates of food. "Emmett, we can't eat all of that," I murmured as our table became filled with sweet smelling soups, salads, and breads.

"Wanna bet?" he asked through a mouth full of food.

"Sure Emmett. I bet you five million dollars that you can't eat all of the food that we ordered," I said sarcastically.

"Really? Then this is going to be an easy way to get rich! Make bets against my rich sister."

I rolled my eyes and dug in.

A main course and dessert, all of the food eaten, a full Emmett, several hundred dollars, and an hour later, we were leaving the restaurant.

"Emmett, I have to go to the air port now – can you drive me?" I asked.

He pouted. "But I hardly ever get to see you Bella," he said in a babyish voice.

"I know Em, but I a stupid photo shoot to get back to. If I had the choice, I'd stay here with you. But I can't; I'm sorry Emmett." I tried to wrap my arms around his big frame.

"It's okay. I'll see you again soon. C'mon I'll drive you."

"Thanks Em."

We drove to the airport in a comfortable silence. That feeling that I had this morning – that something was going to happen – was making it hard for me to concentrate on enjoying Emmett's presence.

Emmett parked his car and walked me into the airport as several paparazzi snapped pictures. They can be so infuriating…

I gasped as I entered the airport.

"What happened?" I whispered.

You know, I was going to end it here but since I'm so nice and thought that you should have a longer chapter here ya go!

People were running around in the area in a panic. A mob of angry people crowded the check-in desk. They were shouting angrily. I could hear bits and pieces.

"-I need to be on a flight back there-"

"-was an earthquake-"

"-no departing flights until-"

Emmett shrugged.

"C'mon," I said as I gestured to the angry mob with my chin. I grabbed Emmett's hand and dragged him to the thick clump of people. "Move it! Coming through!" I yelled but no one moved. "A little help Emmett?"

He smiled and brought his hands to his mouth. "BELLA SWAN SAID TO MOVE IT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Emmett!" I whisper yelled as the crowd went quiet. "I thought we were trying to be inconspicuous!"

He grinned and shrugged. "It worked didn't it?" he muttered.

I sighed and walked through the crowd as they cleared a path for me. I walked up to the lady behind the desk.

"Excuse me but what is the problem here?" I asked sweetly in the voice I use for seeming like an innocent and perfect little girl.

"There was an earthquake in southern California and all of the flights into the LA, San Diego, and Beverly Hills areas have been canceled," the lady said politely.

"What?!" I said dropping the sweet tone.

"I-I-I'm sorry Miss Swan but the earliest flight back will be in two weeks."

My mouth dropped open. "Thank you," I said in the sweet voice again and dragged Emmett back outside.

"What are going to do?" he asked curiously.

"We are going to your dorm."

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Dream-a-lot