REDONE. Go back and read chapter 1, cause I have edited it alot. And please forgive me.

I beg for your forgiveness.

Okay? Who loves me? Not me... anyway! A second chapter!!! Anyway... yeah, you should go back and read the first chapter because I changed it around, just a little bit. Tis all human... cause I can't write vampire stories...

Ahh, first days.

First days, are usually a bludge for everyone. All people actually do on first days, are sitting around, talk to each other and eat until they are extremely full. Until, finally, 12 hours later, when they have finally learned their lesson, they actually try and experience something interesting and fun to do.

For example, at schools, the teachers spend the first day learning your names, giving you forms to sign, and telling you what you will actually be learning this year.
In offices, it gets you to be introduced to everyone, having an extra long break, and usually sitting at someone else's desk, learning what to exactly do.

I could go on for, literally, for days, explaining all the firsts you do in your life and how pathetic they are- for example, birth, learning a new instrument, first days of university, first kisses, first days of cooking an actual meal, etcera. Etcera. But, let's not get into that.

The reason I'm telling you all of this, is because, on the first day on a cruise ship, everyone pretty much hangs or lays around and does absolutely nothing.

I mean, literally no one does anything.

Except the people behind the scenes. The people making sure that everything is in the right room, that everyone is happy, excited and most of all comfortable. So, when Emmett, Alice and I finally got to the staff meeting room, we knew the pep talk off by heart.

'Okay people.' Noah said in his Western Australian accent. He had a bushy blonde hairdo, and absolutely loved the surf. He was a nice guy and all, but sometimes he was a pain in the ass, bringing up things that really nobody wanted to talk about. 'We have 31 days to prove to the world that we are the best ocean liner out there. Just kidding.' He said with a cheesy smirk. 'I hope everybody has polished off their attitude during their time off, because we need to be at the top of our game this year.' His pupils darted from side to side, individually pointing out people that weren't at their best last year. 'You know the drill, nice to everybody, even if you don't want to be. Smiles plastered on those faces, and the customer is always right.' Noah took a couple of questions from the newbie's and then set us off to work.

I looked around as everyone began collecting there packets. There were some new faces, but mostly old faces from last year.

'Oh, and remember, do your jobs, not other peoples'.' Noah said one last time.

I walked over to collect my packet that contained my pager, nametag and list of all the famous people I would have contact with. Noah annoyingly decided to bring up the topic of the doctor. Since he knew I fancied them so, so much. 'There is a new doctor on board this time, Bella. Just make sure you don't get a stomach bug again and you won't have to see him every day.' Noah laughed at me.

'Don't bring it up and you won't have to go see him with a broken nose.' I said through clenched teeth. I absolutely hated it when people brought up the subject of doctors. Not only was semi-afraid of them, I hated everything to do with them. Medicine, hospitals, nurses, that awful anti-bacterial smell and blood.

I hated, no, I despised blood.

I could've worked in an office. With no threats of blood. Cleanliness everywhere. With little post-it notes surrounding me, but I didn't.

Instead, I chose to walk around on a boat every day. Yay. And, soon I would be on my first errand. Cue to the beeping pager.

A message scrolled on the tiny screen 'Captain dinner'. I was telling the most important people, (or as I liked to call them, Someone's,) that they could, if they wanted, to have dinner with the Captain of the ship.

It was an honour on ships everywhere, and you didn't usually turn down the person who was controlling the boat.

Sometimes I wished I was a Someone.

Emmett, Alice and I quickly ran back to our room, taking the stairs in the process. Alice and I donned on our uniforms. This consisted of a white buttoned up blouse and a bottle skirt for Alice, and flannel pants for me. While Emmett changed into his red and yellow gear, ready to save lives.

I ran to the top level, taking the stairs again and I quickly gazed down at the list in my hand for the 4th time in about 5 minutes.

Jacob Black- R101
Jasper Hale- R105
Rosalie Hale- R105
Holly Isles- R206
Binna Point- R204
Rib Vincent- R209

My self-conscious was already guiding me towards Room 105, Rosalie Hale's room. She had a perfect view of the ocean, and everything you would need for life at sea of a month. Her life was absolutely perfect, money, a job she liked, fans and she had a fantastic sense of balance, conducted by those long legs.

I knocked politely on the door, 'Message for Miss. Hale.' I said to the beige coloured door.

'Give me a minute.' I heard from inside the room. I could mentally see what she was doing, turning off her straightener, removing the pouty lips from her face after practicing for so very long. I heard footsteps come up to the door and she opened it slowly, peeking to see who I was, and then pulling it all the way open. She looked me up and down, giving me a once over, seeing me in my dorky uniform and her eyes lit up with evilness.

'What do you want?' She said with a tone that nobody would want to mess with. She sounded completely full of herself, and she definitely was. If that was her tone towards me, I didn't want to imagine what she would say to people who were making her look perfect.

'You have been invited to sit at the Captains Table for dinner tonight.' I said calmly and with a smile as I passed over the invitation.

'Hmm,' was her only audible response, and then without warning, she slammed the beige door into my face.

Hard.

Really Hard.

She had been planning that all along. And I wasn't going to scream, or yelp in pain. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Instead, I hobbled over to the nearest bench and rubbed both my nose, and my toes. I was so totally amazed that I had just met the, Rosalie Hale.

Pfft. Bullshit.

I limped down to Rooms 206, 204 and 209 knowing that otherwise I would get lost trying to find the elevator, and I couldn't use the stairs with these damn feet. After a while, I was at the second last door, and I was silently begging that I would not get the same reaction from him, that I did from Rosalie.

I knocked twice on the door, and light footsteps pattered to the door. He opened the beige door with one quick, my calm movement. And I noticed that he had blood dripping from his lip.

'What happened, Mr Hale?' I asked as I brought my hand to his lip. I quickly jerked it back, remembering that I couldn't do that without their permission.

'Nothing.' He said, wiping his lip with his sleeve. 'What would you like?' he asked me politely. He had a small, forced smile on his lips. And now, he had a red smug stain on his clean, crisp white shirt.

My eyes lingered on the red smug for a bit too long, and he protectively held his sleeve. 'You're invited to sit at the Captains Table for dinner tonight.' I said after I had got back on track.

'Okay, I'll be there.' He said with a kind-hearted smile, and then he dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 dollar note. He passed it over to me, letting our hands brush for just a second, then letting go.

Alice would be all over my hand tonight. Like a brain surgeon. Imagined her saying something about never washing my hand again. Or her pulling out her tweezers and trying to grab some imaginary skins cells that may have rubbed off in the process.

'Thank you.' I said with a smile. 'Have a nice evening.'

'Thank you, you too.' and he returned the smile. He then quietly shut the door and I stuffed the 20 dollar note into my pocket and headed off to the last room. I was slightly happier from the smile I had just got, and even though Rosalie and Jasper were twins, they were nothing alike. Off I went to the last room, Jacob Black's.

I knocked on the last door for the day, and I heard a loud grunt from inside. The couch inside let out a thankful squeal when the person rose from it and then the heavy, dragging footsteps on the floor gave something for the floorboards to cry about. He swung open the door, and grabbed it roughly with his other hand.

Fucking hell. He was rough.

And he was tall.

I would now call him, Mount Black. Emmett would like that nickname.

My head was practically at 80 degrees after I had finished turning it up. He was watching me with apathetic, bored eyes as I turned my head up.

'What do you want?' He said in a gruff, monotonic voice.

'Uhh...' I said, I had no clue where to place my eyes, and the bulging muscles in his neck, or his pit black eyes. 'You have been invited to sit at the Captains Table for dinner tonight.' I quivered, feeling the strain in my neck started to take place.

'Okay.' He said in his deep voice. He rummaged around in his pocket with his oversized hand and pulled out a 5 cent coin, which I was pretty sure he saved for this occasion. 'Here you go pet.' He said with an evil smirk, and he closed the door roughly.

'I trudged back to my room, and softly lay back on my bed. I'll just close my eyes for a second, I thought to myself. And then I was out.

The next thing I knew, I had Alice holding my pager against my ear.

'Get up!' She half screamed to me. She jumped off my bed and passed me my dress for this evening.

'Alice... do I ha...' but she cut in with a stern look that said, 'don't-you-even-try-to-question-me.' And with that I was changing out of my uniform into my black dress. 'Why do you always make us do this?' I said to Alice as I saw Emmett walk through the door.

'Hey, I'm all up for this...' Emmett said changing his red lifeguard shirt into a black top with white tie.

'It is the first night! And you heard what Noah said, everyone has to dress up!' Alice pulled out a pair of heels.

'Fine. Just grab me a pair of flats from my bag, my feet a killing me already, and its only been around 8 hours.' She was pulling a pair of black, overly sized heels from her bag. 'Are you really going to wear them Alice? They look a little big... Oh shit... Alice... I'm not going to wear them, the Rosalie Hale slammed a door into my toes!' I justified myself.

'You're still going to wear them.' She said evilly. She was cornering that a wild beast did to its prey. I let out a sigh and stuck my hand out.

Gah.

My feet were going to die.

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