Okay, only reader13lovesbooks and Renesmee Cullen x got the trivia answers right. The girl was Lauren, and the Michael Jackson music video was Thriller. Some of you, like VampireGirl04, got just one. But you guys are all awesome! Thanks to my story-reading-then-beta-ing reader. You know who you are. But there weren't that many reviews! Just story alerts and favorites! Not that I don't mind those, but I need reviews too!

DISCLAIMER: I'm not and probably never will be Stephenie Meyer, head of Summit Entertainment, or anyone else who owns rights to the Twilight series. The idea for this story came form a movie, On the Line, which was a true story. So don't sue me.

Enjoy!

P.S. I don't own the rights to Michael Jackson or any of his videos, as much as I would like to……….

Chapter

BPOV

"Sooooo-"

"I know what you're going to ask, Bella, and yes, Ben has finally asked me out," Angela said, grinning at me. "I could ask you the same question." I scoffed. "Who would ask me out?" Angela simply shook her head at me as we pulled up to the Sun.

I hurried out, worrying that we were late. Our boss was kind of strict. "Hi, Mrs. Cope," I said, throwing her a big smile to calm her down. Luckily, it was one of her good days. "Bella, Angela," she said, nodding.

Angela caught up with me as I stepped into the elevator. "Bella, we've got to get to work on that animal shelter article today," she informed me. I nodded, letting myself drift back into that rhythm of working.

Angela and I walked out of the elevator, still talking. Then I remembered my new office mate and excused myself, hurrying off. I've been doing a lot of hurrying today, I thought absentmindedly. As I reached my office, I was met by a pair of insanely bright eyes.

APOV

"No, no Kim, the models should go on the left and the article on the right."

"But Miss Bringer I –"

"Kim, what I say goes. And I say the models on the left and the article on the right!"

I doodled absentmindedly on the cover of my notebook as I listened to my boss and the new intern. Poor Kim - she hadn't yet understood the authority of Miss Bringer, our boss. Kim hurried past us, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. Rosalie followed her, grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl in the middle of the table.

Rose always tried to cheer up everyone. She just had that parenting streak in her. The only flaw in her personality was that she was very stubborn. I went back to my notebook until Miss Bringer spoke.

"Alice, dear, could you edit this magazine dummy*?"

"Yes, of course Miss Bringer."

I took the stack of papers and began proofreading through them. Miss Bringer, for some reason, had always liked Rosalie and me, which was why she never commented when Rosalie ran off to comfort an intern.

As I flicked through the pages, I turned my thoughts to Bella and her new office mate. I really hoped it was a boy. I would squeeze all the details out of her tonight. Rose ran back, her heels smacking against the tiles loudly.

"Did you calm her down?" I asked without looking up. Rosalie sighed, just barely nodding her head.

"She was a hard one," she murmured, giving a fleeting glance to Miss Bringer. "I did hear a bit about her personal life, though. I pricked up my ears.

"Oh yeah? What?" I was what you called a gossip girl.

"Apparently she's getting married soon. Some guy named Jared. From her description, he sounded really cute." I grinned.

"Rosalie Hale! Are you going to steal that poor girl's fiancé?"

She pretended to flutter her eyelashes seductively. "Of course! Anyway, she showed me her ring. It was beautiful." Rose sighed again.

"Do I hear someone feeling sorry for themselves?"

Rosalie gave me a weak smile.

"Rosalie, sweetheart, could you help this poor girl?"

I watched Rosalie hurry over to Miss Bringer and I sighed, too.

EPOV

Just after I thought that this plane trip might be bearable, some obnoxious girl had to sit with us. "Hi," she said, batting her eyelashes and trying to be seductive. Emmett groaned next to me, and Jasper stopped giving us death glares and started giving us pitying looks.

This girl was the opposite of what any man on the face of the earth would call beautiful. Platinum blonde hair, three-inch heels, neon red jacket- I could only be glad I didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. Ugh. She plopped herself into the seat next to me. I visibly winced. She must have taken it to be some look of appreciation, though, because she giggled- sounded more like a cackle, really- and tried to snuggle up to me. I shook her off, and made a face at grinning Jasper.

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I hurried out of the plane before any of my brothers, glancing back to make sure I wasn't being followed. That putrid girl that had been sitting next to me for six whole hours- Lauren- would probably try to sexually harass me now, if what had happened on the plane didn't count. . If Emmett ever got over this, he wouldn't stop teasing me.

She seemed to be gone, though, so I breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down so Emmett and Jazz could catch up.

I glimpsed a bit of blonde hair next to darker curls and hurried to the spot. Instead of being Em and Jazz, though, it was a human man and woman holding hands. They seemed to be in quite a hurry, though. I, out of pure curiosity, listened to their conversation.

"No, that's not it, Ally."

"So what is it?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?"

I could tell by their cheerful conversation that they were quite happy. I shook my head to dispel it of that strange longing. I didn't know what it was; I had never felt it before. Strange.

Just then, Emmett hurried up to me. Jasper was following him, snickering.

"What happened?" I asked them, my eyes following the human couple.

"Emmett almost got raped by that weird girl sitting next to you."

Emmett visibly shuddered.

"Better him than me," I muttered, getting a new round of snickers from Jasper.

"Come on, let's get our bags."

Emmett wasn't used to being teased. Usually, he was the teaser. I voiced this thought to Jasper, who nodded, grinning.

I grabbed my two simple bags off the conveyor belt and stepped back to allow Jasper and Emmett closer.

When we were all ready, we left the airport and called for a taxi. I t was funny to see gargantuan Emmett towering over everyone and waving his large hand. The taxi driver, a cheerful elderly man, was very friendly, asking us questions about our plans in the Windy City and where we were going to stay. He in turn told us about his "lovely wife and two rosy, beautiful daughters".

As we got out of the taxi, waving to Mr. Edelman (the driver), we stared in awe at the giant, beautiful apartment building. Or, at least Jasper and I did. Emmett was too preoccupied with a sleek yellow Porsche that had pulled up to the curb. Two pretty women got out - a tall girl with long blonde hair and her petite companion, a black-haired girl who was bouncing up and down with excitement. They walked inside, but not before winking at Emmett and Jasper.

"Ha, Eddie, they didn't even glance at you," Emmett said.

I didn't care. Even if they were pretty, they didn't appeal too much to me. I ignored Em and hurried inside.

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Our three-bedroom-two-baths apartment was gorgeous, with a lovely view in the living room. It was, of course, costing us a pretty penny, but our parents didn't mind. My adopted father was an accomplished doctor.

Jazz dropped everything and rushed into a bedroom.

"I call this one!"

Emmett did the same, going in the one next to his, which left me with the one at the end of the hall.

I walked in slowly, worried that they had left me with the worst. Boy was I wrong. The walls were covered with a thick golden fabric, and the four poster bed had black and gold bedclothes. There was a black leather couch in front of a small copper coffee table, and a walnut desk in one corner.

"Esme," I mumbled to myself,

My adopted mother was wonderful at this- she knew exactly what we liked and tried to replicate it exactly.

This room, this whole apartment would make living in Chicago a whole lot easier.

A/N: Was it good? Was it bad? Was it, in Edward's words, putrid? Tell me! I also need a correspondent to help me with the Chicago stuff. If you've ever been to Chicago, live there, or somehow know the city really well, please PM me. I need you!

Also, I'm putting up a poll for what Edward's job should be. Just wanted to let you know that he can't work with Bella. It's a plot thing. Sorry. If you have any questions about the plot, either ask in a review, PM me, or Google On the Line.