Paparazzi
He ate my heart
Instead he's a monster in my bed
He ate my heart (x3)
Instead he's a monster in my bed
I wanna just dance
But he took me home instead
Uh-Oh there was a monster in my bed
We French-kissed on the subway train
He tore my clothes right off
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain
~Monster-Lady Gaga
Edward's POV:
Every celebrity has that crazy fan. The one whom acts out a lot. My insane fan happened to be a girl. She sent me poems, wrote long letters saying how my music made her feel, and her intense feeling that we were meant to meet.
Like I said, the chick was high on coco puffs.
Any who she sent me a long letter every week. They were never shorter, quite the contrary, they were always longer than the last one. It surprised me though, that the girl confided everything in me. Most girls write about how hot I am but she spoke about how she was always alone, but she did send me one letter that ensured me she had finally made a friend called Brandy.
I never got another letter because as I read that one letter, Rosalie, my cold-blooded sister in law and lawyer, said her obsession was too weird and put a restraining order.
So I was left unknowing what happened to the poor thing. I was never attracted in the smallest bit though. A lot of women sent me hot pictures of them, but I never caught a glimpse of Bella so my brain created an image of her on its own.
Bella had to be unattractive to be spending so much time in her home writing these letters rather than banging boys in the high school world. She wore glasses and had braces too. I was sure that she was a nerd and read loads of books considering her letters had so much poetry and fantasy-world themes. She wasn't all here on earth.
She was stuck on the clouds.
She had to have a stuttering and nasal voice if she scared away so many friends she could make. I kind of doubted the nasal thing considering loads of hot girls lacked the sensual voice. I had the gift to overlook the voice and focus in on the legs.
"What is the deal with legs anyways?" Alice demanded looking up at me, indignantly. She had been seeing my drool over the French girl's smooth legs. "You walk with them, you put cute shoes, jeans, skirts on them and that's it! How can they be so attractive?"
I frowned. Alice was a pretty girl but I never saw her beyond sister. However I did know her well enough to see that she was self-conscious of her own short legs.
"Well, look at it this way Pixie Stix. If I ever get to know the girl I might find an ignorant annoying bad-fashioned lady. But I must say, legs are kind of overrated." I winked down at the satisfied small make-up artist.
"I suppose," she smiled brightly.
A couple of months later and I was really starting to miss Bella's insane letters. She kept me entertained and made me a bit more appreciative of things. She was obsessed like hell, but she was a sweet gal. Someone that I could honestly fine myself missing.
"Edward, I'm flying off to Seattle."Alice declared as I lounged lazily in her room.
"Why?" I asked staring at the plasma T.V.
"There's this new artist that was found in Port Angeles at some bar. They need me to tidy her up and get her ready to be the 'next big thing'. Kyle actually said that she could be bigger than you." She stated. I choked on my chips.
"Excuse me?" I demanded.
"You heard me loud and clear." She shrugged.
I narrowed my eyes, "what can be so big about her?"
"Kyle says that she's hot, spicy, silent, and a big fashion revolution." She replied. "Besides, the girl apparently brought back jazz, disco, and electronica."
"Disco?" I asked incredulous. "How can someone bring disco back?!"
"Here's the copy Kyle sent me of her music." She gave me the plain C.D.
I snatched it out and put it in the C.D. player.
"Oh, put number five that's my favorite song!" She shrieked eagerly. I glared at her. "Oh, right enemy and everything."
I put five and started to hear. I needed to know what caught picky Alice's taste.
Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the west coast It's good to live expensive you know it When you give me k-kisses
Oh yeah
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Oh yeah
But my knees get weak, intensive
That's money, honey
When I'm your lover and your mistress
That's money, honey
I felt my blood boil as Alice sang along. "How many times have you heard this?"
She continued dancing;" I lost count at ten."
I groaned. She was good. "This can't be happening!"
Alice smiled as the song ended. "Yup, well I'll take that." She took out the C.D. and put it in her bag and I could see the C.D. player next to it in her bag. "I need to hear some good stuff on the flight."
"We're going to start her tour with Britney Spears next month." I wrinkled my nose at the name. Britney wasn't that attractive as a bald woman.
"Well, I think that we won't be seeing each other in some years, so this is a temporary good-bye."
I choked on my water. "What? Years?! How can you say that?"
She smiled up at me. "Edward, I'm going to be her make-up artist, public representative, and assistant. The girl only wanted me as soon as she saw my background information."
"But I had you with me first!" I countered furious.
"Edward I want to have some girl time. You're super cool and like a big brother but I want to try out spending time in clubs with a cool girl and not with a horny man." She sighed.
I got on my knees. "I'll stop doing that! Come on, please stay Alice." I pleaded.
She laughed. "Edward, you're acting over-protective. I'll be fine. I want new scenery. Besides I got you another make-up artist to try and fail to fix your sex hair."
"Alice, come on," I groaned. I didn't like a lot of people and I only stood around with women because I liked to see what they did with their mouth rather than what came out.
"Bye, Edward," She hugged me. I stood up and gave her a twirl. "You never know, Kyle might set you up on a tour."
"Sure, sure," I sighed. Alice gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to zip up her last suit case. She had 10. How did I miss that?
"I'll help you carry those." I reached for some of her bags and headed to the elevator. "What's her name anyways?"
"It's Bella. But she pronounces it like in Spanish." Alice shrugged. "Oh, hold on, I have a picture of her right here. She had a photo shoot with this beginner but wow she picked out someone who put her in a nice pose."
I looked at the photo. She had short brown hair and a cap on her head. She was lying down on some grass and leaned/held her head on a disco ball.
She twisted her legs together in that air and you could see her leopard print heels. She had on a tight leotard that had orange, peach and white on it. (A/N this photo is on my profile if you're like to see it.)
She was way different. I noted her gold, finger-less gloves.
I shrugged non-chantingly. "So what is so big about her?"
Alice chuckled as we walked through the lobby. "She's hot, Edward. You can see that. She's got style and she's daring to bring some new things." Alice had the chauffeur put her things in the Mercedes.
"Edward, keep an eye out for her. I promise she's going to be a phenomenon." She hugged me. "It sucks I won't see you in years though. I'll miss you."
I smiled. "I'll miss you too Pixie Stix."
That was the last time I saw Alice for a good chunk of years. I was 27 when I saw her after that. I did my homework on the Bella.
It turned out she was my obsessed Bella. It's funny how things work out.
A/N I was happy to see that even though I started this so late at night I got Story Alerts, Favorite Story Alerts, and Author Alerts already. Sweeeeeet!
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