Chapter 2:The Diary
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Lyrics mentioned in this chapter:
Hollywood Undead: The Diary
Lyrics belong to them.. and sadly Stephanie owns Twilight…and Edward. *sob*
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We were just finishing up lunch. Edward was filling me in on what had happened in the time he had been absent. It was really interesting. I mean, we had kept in touch, but there were still things I didn't know.
Like the fact that his car was stolen.
"So, like, how did they steal your car?" I asked. Laughing, I stabbed my salad with my fork.
He glared slightly before chuckling . "Uh...well, you see. I kind of...forgot to put my top back up," he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.
I was in a full out laughing fit. I was even on the verge of tears. "Oh..Edward. You never cease to surprise me!" I struggled getting the words out.
" Yeah. Well, I'm a pretty interesting guy." He took a bite out of his grilled cheese.
I was surprised that this conversation had taken a turn for the better rather than the worst. And how light the atmosphere was.
"Oh, Bella! Your mother phoned this morning. You ran out before I got a chance to tell you. Teen Vogue called. You have a shoot for the October edition this Saturday!" Fiona called out to me, while carrying the laundry basket upstairs.
I internally groaned. Modeling is a job I love. My mom was an Ann Taylor model and wants me to follow in her footsteps. Screw that. Modeling is just something I need to make some money on the side for stuff I want, without relying on Charlie for money.
Edward was looking at me skeptically. Oh yeah, I think forgot tell him my mom finally forced me into modeling. It was a deal when she said the words 'It's a great way to earn money on the side.'
"Oh, Edward . I –um yeah. I'm a model now. Following in Renee's footsteps." I chuckled nervously. He always defended me when ever Renee pressured me into being a model. When he left, I gave in..to a lot of things.
"You. Bella Swan. Model… for Teen Vogue?" He asked me, disbelief evident in his voice.
"Yeah. It's actually a lot of fun. A great way to make money on the side and pay my way into co-" I was interrupted by Edward's obnoxiously loud snort.
"Bella, I've said it before, and I will say it again. I will gladly pay your way into college. I know you would prefer your daddy paying for college. But, Bella I will do anything for you," He sternly stated, strong sarcasm punctuating the word daddy.
I was utterly shocked. Was he implying that I was a daddy's girl? I will admit that there was a point in my life when I had daddy wrapped around my little finger. But now, well, he's wrapped around my middle finger.
"Edward! What is that supposed to mean? I don't need you , my dad, or anyone else for that matter to take care of me!"I spat at him while standing up from the table. I was really upset at him right now. Who the hell did he think he was?
I walked out the door. I needed fresh air. A walk would do just fine. I was halfway down the street when I heard a car horn blare at me. I turned around quickly, annoyance written on my face. I internally groaned when I saw Edward with his C70. I decided I would ignore him and proceeded with my walk at a brisk pace.
"Isabella Marie Swan," Ooh, he means business. He pulled out the full name card, "Get in this car right now, or I will personally escort you by your ear. It's your choice." He smirked as he drove up next to me as I continued my journey down the street.
"What do you want from me, Edward?" I sighed, defeated, and turned around hopping in the car. What can I say… I needed my ear. He smiled slyly. I rolled my eyes and put my sunglasses on. This was one of the very few days it was sunny in Forks and I wanted to take advantage of it. I'm glad Edward owns a convertible. I would hate not being able to feel the sun on my skin.
"How do you listen to this crap?" I asked Edward. I didn't hate Hollywood Undead. It's just that it was getting annoying, most of their songs sounded the same.
"How do you listen to this crap? It is not crap! It's better than any of your garbage!" Edward replied in a mocking voice.
Not funny. "Not cool, I do NOT sound like that!" I pouted. And just to get on my nerves like he always does, he turned the music up even louder.
The only lyrics in the whole album that stood out to me, and that I think Charlie Scene got right, where these:
Cuz I don't wanna be like this,
I've been running these streets
for too long now, I've got nothing,
that's true, but this song now.
But the further I go,
I wanna go home
And:
When you've got nothing left, you've got nothing left to lose.
With my last and single breath, I'll still be singing to you.
So when you bury me, man, you better bury me deep.
And sing along to this song cuz you're broken like me.
I have a new respect for Hollywood Undead. They have some meaningful lyrics, some personal, some that everyone can relate to. But, otherwise, the lyrics are about drugs, alcohol, and pimpin'… I now know why Edward listens to them.
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"So, does anyone know why Bronte wrote the wonderful novel that is Wuthering Heights?" My English teacher, conveniently named Mrs. Bronte, repeated for the tenth time today.
I seriously felt like banging my head against the table if she asked that question again.
"Anyone?"
My good friend Angela cautiously raised her hand. "Anyone but Ms. Webber?" Mrs. Bronte asked again, clearly agitated. Who wouldn't be?
Just then Edward discretely passed me a note.
Suffering from senioritis I see.
Isn't it a little early for that, Swan Lake?
I scoffed and quickly wrote my reply.
You never know , babe.
Bored with how this day was going I raised my hand.
Mrs. Bronte sighed a huge breath of relief when she saw a hand go up, then rolled her eyes when she noticed it was me.
"Yes, Ms. Swan?" She called with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Well, you could always Google it," I smartly answered with a smirk. She thinks I'm so stupid. It's called a sense of humor Mrs. Bronte!
The whole class erupted into a fit of giggles, and Mrs. Bronte stood there looking really pissed.
As soon as she opened her mouth to reply, the bell rung, signaling the end of the day- no better yet, the week. Saved by the bell.
I quickly made my way out of the classroom.
"Nice one, baby" Edward congratulated me with a kiss on the head.
"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up! We have to be at the Airport by 5!" I yelled at Edward, making my way to the car.
On my down the stairs, I nearly fell face first. Luckily, my Edward was there to save me.
"Thank you," I breathed as he helped me steady myself.
"You okay? Still clumsy as always, I see," Edward said, looking concerned as always.
"Yeah, yeah. Teen Vogue doesn't want damaged goods. Now come on let's go!" I rolled my eyes and stomped off with Edward in tow.
"Where you going Bella?" Rosalie, my best friend, asked me.
"Rose!" I exclaimed, hugging her before finally getting a good chance to take her in. "Oh my! You look amazing!"
She rolled her eyes at me, replying, "You're the one talking! You're a freaking Teen Vogue model!"
Just then I heard Jasper clear his throat.
"Jasper I missed you so freaking much!" I squealed, giving him a huge bear hug. I finally stopped to take a breath and blushed.
"Oh, I would like you guys to meet Edward, my future ex- husband." I pointed at him.
"Ex?" Rosalie eyed me curiously.
I snorted very un-ladylike before replying. "It's a joke, we just like to introduce each other weirdly. We're really just-"
"In love," Edward finished, winking over at me.
"Yeah, well I'll text you guys later. I have a shoot tomorrow! Love you!" I shouted towards Rose and Jazz before taking off towards the parking lot yet again.
I stood un- patiently by the car, waiting for Edward to unlock it. "Someone's anxious," Edward noted sarcastically.
"Ha Ha. Very funny," I mumbled, while flinging open the door.
When Edward started the car – which seemed like ages later- his Hollywood Undead CD was playing.
"No, No, No. We are listening to MY music on Fridays from now on!" I said, while popping my Flyleaf CD in, not giving him a chance to protest.
He simply nodded his head in agreement and sped off towards the house.
"So, how's Josh?" Edward asked me, trying to make small talk.
"He's...just being Josh, I guess. But, besides that he's a good kid," I replied quickly, clearly not interested in maintaining conversation.
"Huh. Well, he e-mailed me last week. Who's Kate?"
"Kate, is the girl he currently has a crush on," I answered shortly, trying to imply I'm not in the mood to talk.
"That's…interesting,"he muttered, more to himself than me.
I am guessing he took the hint because the interrogations stopped shortly after.
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"Edward?" Josh called out when we stepped in the door.
Weird, he calls out for Edward instead of his sister.
"Hey, Goob. How was school?" I greeted Josh, ruffling his hair.
"It was great. But, now my day is better because you're gone all weekend!" He answered me, before giving Edward a one armed hug.
"Josh. Good to see you. How old are you now, 12?" Edward seemed happy to see Josh .
"Aww, well it would be wonderful to play get to know you. But, I have a plane to catch. Come on Edward. Bye, Josh."
"Why did you come home if you're just going to leave?" Josh asked and Edward looked at me curiously.
"I have to grab my make-up bag, duh," I replied matter – of – factly.
I ran upstairs and managed to bump into a flustered looking Fiona, walking out of the laundry room. I continued down the hall to my room. I grabbed my bag on the top of my vanity and my lucky bracelet and ran back downstairs.
Edward was waiting for me, having a conversation about baseball with Josh.
"So you don't like Baseball?" Edward asked, clearly shocked.
"Nope! I think it's pointless. You hit the ball, you run, and try not to get out. It's lame," Josh argued back.
"Well, we can have a heated discussion about the all American past-time or I can be on my way, and out of yours for a weekend Josh. Your choice," I said, wrapping an arm around my younger sibling.
"Go, I don't want you to miss your weekend of sunshine."Josh ushered us out the door.
"Love you, baby bro." I game him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Ughh, gross! Bye guys."
"Bye, Josh!" Edward shouted to him whilst getting in the car.
I sighed in content. Nothing could be better than a weekend without my little brother being in my business.
"Happy to get away from your brother, huh?"Edward questioned, backing out of the gates and down the remainder of my driveway.
I looked out the window and nodded.
"Well, Elizabeth wants to know if you want to come over for dinner on Wednesday. She's making shrimp fran cheese. Esme sent her the recipe and she's dying to try it, since I told her it was your favorite,"He babbled.
"Yeah, of course. I think Renee and Charlie are coming back on Friday," I assured him, nodding my head slightly to the music.
"Great," he answered, cranking up the heat.
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"Flight 54 to Los Angeles, California, 6:00 pm, now boarding rows A- F. I repeat Flight 54 to Los Angeles, California, 6:00 pm, now boarding rows A-F," The lady over the intercom announced.
"That's us," I whispered to Edward. We stepped on to the plane and got in our seats. I only needed my bag as a carry on and Edward needed his wallet, phone, and keys, which I insisted I keep in my bag.
"You'll lose it!" He argued.
"Edward, stop being a baby and just give me your bloody things!" I reprimanded him. He sighed and handed them over, looking like a child who got caught texting during Sunday dinner. I buckled my seatbelt and silenced all electronics like we were told. I glanced over at Edward and smiled. He better get used to the traveling thing, I thought to myself. I did this three, sometimes four, times a month.
I took out my Ipod and listened to my Traveling playlist.
I closed my eyes and soon the calming melody of Debussy flowed over my senses. Next thing I knew I was deep in a peaceful sleep, dreaming of Edward and I cruising down an endless road, convertable top down, sunglasses on, laughing and acting carefree. Totally unaware of what was really going on in the world. The way I wish it could always be.
Short I know, but I really wanted to get this out there. I will be posting more pictures for my stories on my profile soon. To my readers (yes even the silent ones) Thank you very much. I'm not exactly sure how many hits, but my story made a lot. This is all thanks to you! So even though I planned on doing all BPOV , I will have at least five or so EPOV's in the story, mostly dedicated to you guys, my fans. Next chapter is , yup you guessed it, one of them.
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~Alice