AN: This is a short chapter I know but the next chapter will be longer I promise.
EPOV
The set of brown eyes belonged to a woman that looked remarkly like the man sitting behind the desk. She looked like she belonged in a magazine. I could feel my eyes widen and my mouth drop.
"Okay, well it seems that you are tied up here." She said in a very husky voice. "Well, see you at home, dad."
Oh shit. Her father was the chief of police.
She walked past me. I looked at what she was wearing. She was wearing a leather jacket over a black shirt. She wore skinny demi jeans with white sneakers. Her hair looked like sex hair. She had a face of an angel. She had a button nose with pouty red lips on a heart-shaped face. She could be a model.
"Excuse me," She said as she passed us. She avoided all of our eyes. Once she was gone, Alice mouth dropped out.
"Oh my god!" I looked at her. "That was Isabella Swan!" All of us looked confused. "Guys, she is a Victoria's Secret Angel!" Alice squealed. I guess she was a model after all. She is probably another air-head model that cares about nothing but their looks. The Chief chuckled.
"Oh, right. I'm Edward Cullen, the director." I shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen. I'm Chief Swan. Mostly everyone calls me Chief."
"Nice to meet you." He looked behind me.
"Big number you have there son."
"I tried to make them stay in the car." I joked.
"Oh, shut up Edward." Alice whined.
"Little sisters," I shook my head. Chief Swan laughed.
"I know the feeling. I'm the oldest and only boy. So I'm guessing you know what happens with that." I nodded.
"Um, sir we're here to discuss the security-"
"3/4 of the police here at the station and including the police from Port Angeles will be stationed where the movie is being shot. Also I have arranged for the actors to each have a escort with them at all time." He told me. I felt my mouth open again.
"Wow, already."
"Yes, sir. I am not the Chief for nothing." He commented.
"Um, since that is all arranged, do you think you can arrange someone to give us a tour of Forks so we have a good idea where it shoot at?" He nodded.
He started looking through a book of contacts. "Um, most of the people that could take you are gone right now. When do you want to have a tour?"
"Soon as possible."
"Hm. Wait let me call someone." He dialed a phone number. "Hey, Bells. Can you do me a favor? ... There are some people here that will be shooting a movie here. They would like to have a tour of the place and including La Push. ..." He pulled the phone away. "Do want to meet her here?"
"Sure."
"Yes. Okay I will. See you soon." He hung up the phone. "I am having my daughter give you a tour of the place. She knows the place better than I do sometimes. She will be coming here." He told me. I nodded. "Oh, yeah I forgot. Do you hiking boots?" He asked us.
BPOV
Once I got home, I flopped onto the couch in my dad's living room. I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep. Then my phone rang.
"Hello." I said groggily.
"Hey Bells. Can you do me a favor?" It was Charlie.
"It depends on what it is." I grumbled.
"There are some people here that will be shooting a movie here. They would like to have a tour of the place and including La Push."
"Sure dad. I'll be there. Do you want me to meet them over there?" I yawned.
"Yes."
"Tell them to bring hiking boots." I rubbed my eyes.
"Okay I will. See you soon."
I groaned and regretfully got off the couch and looked in the mirror. I walked upstairs and went into the clothing that I usually have here. I put on a flannel shirt with boot cut jean and hiking boots. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I didn't put on any make-up. I ran down stairs and locked the front door. I started the jeep that my dad owned. I put on my shades and drove to the police station.
Charlie was standing outside with the group of people that were standing there. I parked in a avaliable spot. I hopped out of the car. All of them changed out of their professional clothing and were wearing hiking outfits.
"Hey dad." I greeted him.
"Sleepy Bells." I nodded.
"There is a big time difference from New York." I yawned. He chuckled.
"Anyway, Bella these are the people that are going to be working on that film." I nodded. I looked at the group of people.
They obvisiously were people from the city. No man could have muscles like the giant. The blonde girl looked like she was disgusted with the place and wore designer clothing. The blonde man look like a male model. The black-haired woman also was wearing designer clothing. Then lastly there was the bronze god. There was no man that look like that would live in a small town.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Isabella Swa-" I was cut off by a pixie who jumped on me.
AN: Should Edward get along with Bells or should he bump heads with her?
