Chapter 4

OH MY FUCKING GOSH!

Romunia, the nurse at the hospital, called someone to check out my "terrible" stomach ach, as Edward put it. He was always so dramatic or maybe he was still bummed about the whole going out thing. I wasn't so happy about that either. It's weird how Romunia knew Edward from TV. The championship thing wasn't even popular and it only aired twice. Maybe because she was the daughter of a famous musician. They probably watch musical channels all the time. "Can I leave now?" I asked the doctor.

"Sure. Nothing seems to be wrong with you," he told me. "You may leave."

I was slid out the hospital bed and went back to the lobby. Edward was still in the waiting room. "The doctor said we can leave now," I said. Edward got up and we exited the building.

"Are you feeling better?" Edward asked before we got into his Volvo.

"I'm fine. The doctor said nothing's wrong with me," I told him.

"You still up for the deal we made with Romunia. You don't have to."

"Edward, I want to. I'm going to get you're job back. Just you wait."

"Alright. And know one even knows a Justin and who this guy is. You sure you want to go alone?"

"You want to come with me on my date? That would be weird?"

"I'm your husband, so technically, it's not weird at all. Going on a date with another guy is the weird part."

"But going on a date to get your husband's job back is not. Trust me, this can't go wrong."

"Alright," he said and hopped in the car. I turned on the radio and turned to my favorite song by Justin Beiber called "Baby."

"Baby, baby, baby, ohhh, like, baby, baby, baby, nooo, like…" I sang and Edward laughed. "Hey, my singing isn't that bad."

"It's not your singing. I just can't believe you actually like this song. It's corny and the singer sounds like a little girl. Who is she anyway? I bet she's about 19 sounding like a 5 year old." He laughed again.

"Edward, he's not a girl. This is Justin Beiber. The Beiberish guy alive. I can't believe you never heard of him."

"Who has?"

After we got back to the Cullen's place, Alice was already at the door. "Hey, Alice," I said. "Whatcha doin outside?"

"I was waiting for you to get home. Edward told me you have a date to get his job back. Hello, I got to hook you up so you can look all fly, okay?"

"Uhm…? Do I agree?" I asked Edward and he laughed. "I don't think Edward would want you to pretty me up for some loser—"

"I wouldn't want Alice to 'pretty' you up for anyone," Edward corrected.

"But… I have to. Bella can't go on a date looking like… this," Alice said. I didn't even look all that bad.

"What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked her.

"Nothings wrong with you, love, you look beautiful," Edward said.

"Yeah, but she has to look… HOT!" Alice explained.

"No she doesn't—"

"Alright, Edward. How much?"

"I don't want you're money."

"What do you want then?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, please. Just this once. Bella may never go on another date again—"

"She WILL not be going on any more dates after this."

"Gotcha! Don't want my sister in law not to be my sister anymore. She has to be married to you… unfortunately—"

"What was that?"

"I was just kidding, Edward. Now let me just borrow Bella for like… 2 hours tops—"

"You got 30 minutes and it starts now so you better hurry up, Alice."

"Yay! Thanks, bro. You da bess!"

With that, Alice took my hand and ran me up the stairs. She was really excited. We didn't have a lot of Bella Barbie time after the wedding. There was no use for it.

Edward came to Alice's room. "What do you want?" Alice asked.

"Let me just warn you. If Bella walks out of this room with blonde hair, I will dye you're hair fuchsia pink," he threatened.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Alice thought for a moment. "I wasn't even thinking of dying it that color again, so… HA!" Alice got back to doing my hair again. After that she picked out my clothes.

"Are you done yet?" I asked when she wasn't doing anything.

"Yep!" she said and put a mirror in front of me. Typical Alice, the fashion genius. My hair looked fantastic — straight with a reddish brown, auburn color — my clothes were to die for — jean dress! I looked like a super star — and my make up… WOW! My eye shadow was hot red and lip stick classic red. I looked so HOT! Go Alice! "I love it. You are a genius," I said.

"I know, right? Glad you like it."

A few minutes later, my blind date came. Romunia knocked on the door and drove me to "Justin's" house. She said he couldn't come out in public. Wow, he was a loser. "Is he like… an introvert?" I asked.

"You don't know him?" she asked.

"No!"

"Never heard of him?"

"No! I know this is a small town, but you can't meet everyone."

"He doesn't live in Forks. Just visiting."

"Oh."

Romunia pulled into the drive way of a ostentatious mansion. It was so flashy. "Wow, this is his house? I can see why he doesn't want to leave," I said and Romunia laughed.

"I'll see you later. Justin will drive you back home in his lemo—"

"A lemo? He has a lemo?"

"Yeah."

I got out the car and knocked on the door. A butler came in and asked who I was. "I'm Bella," I said and he let me in.

"First door on the right," the butler said and I did what he said. The door was lock so I knocked on it. "Who is it," I heard a girl say.

"Uhm…? This is Bella. I'm looking for Justin," I said.

"Oh." I heard some one walking to the door. FUCK! Look who was at the freakin door when the person opened it. It was… it was… it was… FUCKING JUSTIN BEIBER! What the hell was he doing here? "You're Justin Beiber!" I screamed and he stepped back, frightened.

"I thought Romunia said you didn't know who I was. Man, this junk is wack," Justin Beiber said.

"Oh. My. God. Justin Beiber," I screeched and he slammed the door in my face. I was still smiling though, that was JUSTIN BEIBER! Man, wait till Alice finds out I meet Justin Beiber… or saw him, to be exact. But he just slammed the door in my face.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Romunia. "Why didn't you tell me Justin Beiber was your cousin," I complained when she first got on the phone.

"Sorry. I don't call my cousin Justin Beiber. Do you call anyone of your cousins their name and last name? That's just weird," she said.

"Yes, but your cousin is a CELEBRITY! You're suppose to say the last name, so people like me will know who IT is! And it IS JUSTIN BEIBER. He just slammed the door in my face."

"Sorry, but you said you didn't know a Justin—"

"That doesn't matter. I know who Justin Timberlake is and I'd still say I don't know a Justin because I honestly DON'T KNOW HIM!"

"Sorry, I'll tell him to let you in. But don't go all fan girl on him or he'll—"

"I know, slam the door in my face. Maybe if you told me who your freakin cousin was, I would have been prepared."

I hung up the phone and knocked on the door again. "Are you gonna go all fan girl on me again?" Justin asked through the door.

"No, Justin Be — I mean, Justin. I'll treat you like a human being," I promised.

"What kind of human being?"

"The kind I respect and don't hate. That kind."

"Oh." I heard foot steps again. "Wait a sec." He opened the door again and there he was JUSTIN FUCKING BEIBER! I almost started screaming again, but I chill laxed a little. This seemed a little weird. Why would Justin Beiber be in forks? Who knows? At least I get to go on a date with him.


That was chapter 4! Please review if you liked it! What do you think of the Justin Beiber thing? I was trying to make the story more funny, what do you think? The next chapter will be posted soon. And by the way, I have a plan for all of this and how it happened. I can't wait till you guys find out. I'll give you a hint. The person who set this up, it's a girl, and her name rhymes with Bessica! Yeah... REVIEW!