The story will consist of short & sweet chapters. iambeagle does her best to spot typos, but since I'm the Queen of Typos, some might creep in.

I'll update as fast as my daytime job, which pays the bills, allows me to.

I don't own Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.


2. December 31, 2011 at 11:00PM

At the corner of 43rd Street and 6th Avenue.

"Rose, are you at the party? Can you make sure to put me on the guest list?" I ask the minute she picks up, scampering out of the office building.

"No! The fucking F train didn't come for forever. I'm just getting off the train. I'll meet you in front."

~o0o~

"Bella!" Rose yells when I finally get there. She's standing in my black suede pumps in front of the hotel.

"Hey. Sorry, Heidi had me fix a press release that wasn't even due," I tell her, a little out of breath with the seams of my dress nearly popping.

Rose shrugs her shoulders and tosses her cigarette on the ground. "Whatever. I just got here a minute ago. Let's go."

We make it to the elevator bank where a six foot five tall guy in a black pinstripe suit with an earpiece stops us.

"Where are you headed to, ladies?"

"Jane Douleur's party. We are on the guest list," Rose says, smiling and pushing her blonde curls over her shoulder.

He doesn't seem to care and moves to the reception desk where he grabs a board with a bunch of papers on it—presumably the guest lists for various parties.

"Rosalie Hale, plus one." Rose unzips her jacket, revealing Alice's red dress.

Alice is our roommate and barely five feet tall. Rose is almost six feet tall. The dress barely covers her ass at all.

Two girls in little sparkly dresses that fit them perfectly, carrying small clutches and wearing cute coats, strut right past us. Apparently the guest list isn't a mandatory thing for everyone—it's just for people who look like they don't belong.

Read: people dressed in puffy coats designed to keep you warm, carrying huge bags and wearing dresses two sizes too small.

On closer inspection, I notice that Rose's roots are showing and my ends could definitely use a trim.

The security guy flips some pages back and forth, then talks into the mic attached to his earpiece.

"Yes … yes... yes, the Douleur party. Hale … okay, please double check for me." He stares off into the distance as if we don't exist. "Mmmh, yes. Above capacity … okay," he murmurs before finally chancing a glance in our direction.

"I'm terribly sorry, ladies, for keeping you waiting. You were taken off the guest list when the party reached capacity." A small, apologetic smile plays on his lips.

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Rose asks in a pleading voice, batting her eyelashes for emphasis. Then we both stare at him, giving him our best version of puppy eyes in a futile attempt to sway his decision our way.

The guy straightens his shoulders and his smile disappears. "No. I'm terribly sorry. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Couldn't we just wait at the bar until someone leaves?" I swear Rose just pushed out her chest.

"We are only hosting private events tonight," he says with a strong emphasis on the word private.

Rose picks up her phone and calls Jane who, of course, doesn't pick up. She looks like she's about to cry and then actually goes ahead and spills some tears.

It doesn't work. The only effect it has is that her mascara is now running down her cheeks. At that point, I decide the battle has been lost. It's time to retreat, and I'm relieved when I see Jake's number flash on the screen of my phone.

"Hey," I answer quickly.

"Hey, Bells. Is my favorite pretty girl coming tonight or are you skipping out on me?"

He's such a cheeseball and sometimes that does bother me.

I glance at Rose who is drying her crocodile tears with a baby wipe she's fingered out of her giant black pleather bag. She shrugs her shoulders—her way of saying she's resigned herself to spend the night single and in Brooklyn.

"No, I'm coming. I just had to work late. Getting on the train shortly."

"I tell you what, why don't you hop in a cab. Just give me a call when you get here and I'll take care of it."

"That's so sweet of you," I coo.

"Well, I'm a sweet guy."

"Okay. I'll see you then." I hang up the phone and turn to Rose. The tears are gone and so is her eye makeup. The expression on her face points towards annoyed.

"Come. Let's see whether we can grab a cab to Sam's. Jake offered to pay for it, " I say, tugging her by her elbow out of the hotel lobby. When I turn to look back, big black suit guy gives me a stern look that makes me think he might lack the ability to feel compassion for any living creature, including puppies, kittens and small children.


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