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A princess without a prince. It could happen, right? Princess Renesmee was perfectly happy the way she was. No man could hold her down, especially not a servant!

"Princess! Princess!" Bella called, running down the long stone hallways of the palace.

Princess Renesmee sighed and turned to her royal adviser. "What, peasant?"

Bella was out of breath when she reached the princess, crouching to rest her hands on her knees. "Royal... cook... coming... you..."

"Spit it out, Bella!" the princess demanded.

Bella stood up and swallowed, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Jacob, the royal cook, is coming. He wants to see you!"

The princess's mouth dropped. She stormed over to the large wooden door and slammed it shut. Bella pulled the drapes shut, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I thought I banished him!" the princess shrieked, her arms thrown in the air.

"You can't keep me away," the royal cook said as he lounged casually across her bed.

Princess Renesmee let out a loud ear-piercing scream.

"AHH!"

"AHH!" I screamed, barging through the door of Edward's apartment. Emmett opened the door to their shared apartment. Edward, the poor coward, was probably hiding.

"Where. Is. He?" I snarled.

Emmett shrugged. "I don't know," he lied.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor sucker. He was my favorite brother, too. Emmett was tall and muscular, with short, curly brown hair. Most people would sat he was like a bear, but we all know he was more of a teddy bear. His eyes, much like mine, were a chocolate brown. Everyone loved Emmett, he was so pleasant to be around... too bad I was going to have to murder him.

"Nessie," Leah said, following me through the door. "Calm down. He probably just went to the bathroom."

"Bathroom my ass!" I screeched. "EDWARD! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE SO I CAN KICK IT!"

I began scanning their apartment, behind the large (and rather ugly) cardboard-brown couch, underneath Edward's shiny coal black piano, in the small rooms. Nothing! I turned to see the cherry brown door to their bathroom shut and locked. A bright light seeped out through the bottom of the door. I began to bang my fist furiously against the door.

"OPEN UP YOU STUPID BASTARD! I NEED TO KILL YOU!"

Emmett scooped me up from beneath my arms as I kicked and wailed. Leah stifled a giggle as she attempted to give me some of my protein shake.

"Sip, sip," she urged, poking the straw through my lips. Like the good girl I am, I sucked in, swallowed... then continued my fit.

"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A--"

"NESSIE!" Emmett scolded.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not six anymore, Emmett. I can say--"

"No," he corrected. "You can't!"

I settled down, hoping to convince Emmett I was over it.

"Emmett," I said sweetly. "I'm okay, now. You can let me go."

Creak...

The restroom door opened a moment later and Edward began to tiptoe out. His normal emerald green eyes were squeezed shut. As if that would help!

"BASTARD!" I called, struggling against Emmett.

"Hun, hun," Leah soothed. "Calm down! Don't kill him... you'll regret killing him in the morning."

"YOU SET ME UP!" I screeched. "YOU SENT HIM IN BECAUSE... I DON'T NEED A MAN IN MY LIFE, EDWARD!"

Edward had an amused expression on his face as he leaned up against the olive green wall, his arms crossed across his chest.

"I didn't set you up," he said innocently.

I calmed down, but was still set to pounce when Emmett's grip loosened.

"Yes, you did. You sent him in just to make my life hellish. Take your little friend back!"

Edward held his hands up. "He needed a job. He's really not that bad if you get to know him." He wagged his eyebrows. "I'm sure you would like that. You know, Ness? To really know him."

"Shut. Up." I growled. "I don't have feelings for him-- stop trying to force them on me!"

I slid out of Emmett's grip, my eyes burning a hole in Edward's face. If looks could kill...

"I didn't say you had to have feelings for him," he defended. "Not everyone has feelings for people they sleep with."

"I will never sleep with Jacob Black," I hissed. "He called me 'babe.' Then, he asked me out for drinks. You so owe me... big time."

"Ooh," Edward said, waving his hands in the air. "Scary. So, how did you end up punishing him?"

I raised a neatly plucked eyebrow. "Punishing him?"

"Getting back," Edward chuckled.

My gaze locked on the floor as a blush colored my cheeks. "I... stomped on his foot," I admitted.

Leah and Emmett burst out laughing, Emmett's grip loosening on my arm. Edward gave me an arrogant smirk.

"What?!" I snapped.

"Childish, much?" Edward asked, his smirk still on his face.

My face turned tomato red as I began to scream. "I AM NOT CHILDISH! YOU DECIDED TO SICK YOUR LITTLE PERVERT ON ME!"

Edward shrugged. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. You should be thanking me, baby sis."

"UGH!" I groaned, storming out of their tiny apartment. From the doorway, I added. "YOU'RE SO IMMATURE!" Leah followed me as I stomped down the hallway and down the flight of stairs.

"This is so like him!" I grumbled. "He's so infuriating! Just like his friend!"

Leah perked up. "Friend? Jacob's his friend? Why didn't you tell me? Is he cute? What's he look like? Do you think he has a--"

"If you say brother," I interrupted. "I will smack you."

Leah sniffed. "I was going to say cousin. Jeez, Ness. Cousin."

We hailed a brilliant yellow taxi and drove down the streets of New York City to my apartment.

"I don't know," I admitted. "And quite honestly, I don't care!"

She rolled her eyes. "Jeez, Ness. You need to learn to embrace this. A cute guy wants to take you out, buy you a drink, and maybe... well... you know, afterwards."

"Leah!" I scolded.

She leaned her head back and laughed softly. "I'm just saying. Why not go for it? He's not asking you to marry him. He just wants to buy you a drink. What could you possibly lose?"

I pressed my finger to my chin sarcastically. "Hmm. Let me think. My dignity, my sanity, my lunch!"

She sighed. "Ness, sometimes, I really wonder. Would it really hurt just to go on one measly date?"

"Yes!" I shot back. "A date with Jacob Black would be... dreadful. Just thinking about it makes me cringe!"

Leah sighed. "You'll never know until you try, Ness. You'll never know. Sooner or later, it will happen."

"I pick later," I sneered.

The silence of my penthouse wrapped me in a pillow of bliss. This was the first time in days I'd really gotten to relax. I sighed contentedly as I leaned back into my soft snowy white couch. My shoes lay in a heap beneath my now bare feet, right near my crystal clear glass coffee table. Heat radiated off of my warm ceramic cup of coffee, steam encircling my pasty white face. Best moment ever. Easily.

"NESSIE!" someone yelled, pounding their fist against my penthouse door. Well, easy come, easy go, right?

I groaned as I sat up, trudging towards the bleach white door. Upon opening it, Edward bound through the door and into my small foyer.

"Edward," I growled. "What the hell could you possibly want?"

He held his hands up in defeat. "Look, I know you may be angry--"

"Angry?!" I scoffed. "Edward, I would stab you with a steak knife except it wouldn't be fair for the steak knife to have Edward guts on it!"

I trembled with fury. The nerve of my brother!

"Edward guts," he asked. "Never mind. Look. He needed a job. Despite what you may think, I didn't think he would--"

"He would what, Edward?!" I spat. "Hit on me? Embarrass me? Make me look so unprofessional! Edward, this is my job! I've worked too hard to be knocked down about five pegs! UGH!"

I strode off into the kitchen, leaning over the sink. I poured the coffee down the drain of the gray steel sink, watching as the brown liquid mixed with the running water and seeped through the holes in the drain. Grabbing some Pamolive Green Apple dish soap, I squirted some onto my cup and carefully cleaned it, wiping every inch. Of course, I had a maid, but I wanted to avoid my brother as much as possible. I heard the screech of the large white chairs against the clean white tiles, and his large fingers drumming on the glass table top. The table was right next to the long sliding glass door to the balcony, giving a scenic view of the nightlife of New York City. Once the cup was perfectly cleaned and put away, I turned to look at my brother. His jacket was laid across the back of his chair. Huh. It seemed really easy to envision him with bright red horns and a fiery tail. I softly laughed to myself at the thought. My elbows rested behind my torso on the granite countertops as I leaned back against them.

"Look, Ness," he said quietly, not noticing my silent laugh. "I didn't think it would be that big of a deal."

I sniffed and rolled my eyes. "Well, you were wrong. It is a big deal, Edward. You know I don't buy into that... fairy tale mumbo jumbo." I carried over a glass dish of cranberry-orange scones, set them on the table, and took a seat across from him. Grabbing a scone, I carefully began picking at it.

He snatched one of the immensely large scones from their dish. "Maybe that's your problem."

I blinked. "How is that my problem?"

"Maybe you should start believing in fairy tales. Maybe you should start believing someone is out there for you."

I rolled my eyes. "I did. Keyword: did. You know what James did to Victoria. She never married after that, never even dated! How can I trust someone after that, Edward? How can I believe that... that someone is out there for me? No one is, Edward. I'm perfectly fine with--"

"With being married to your job?" he asked. "Come on, Ness. We both know that's bullshit. What about your missing piece?"

I set my dry treat down. "Victoria's missing piece tore her life apart like a house of cards."

"Come on," he urged. "Be fearless. Beat the odds. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh, I could look totally unprofessional. I could accidentally make the worst mistake of my life. Edward, I'm not one of those girls to fall head over heels in love with someone. You know that," I argued.

He sighed. "Come on, Nessie. He may be really good for you. Just... give him a shot, please?"

I turned to stare out the window at the city lights. Few people were out, walking on the street. Most were dressed up, walking in pairs with their dates.

"Edward, this is not my fairytale," I muttered.

He sighed and grabbed his black leather jacket from the back of his seat. "Whatever, sis. Your choice. Just remember what I said, okay?"

I paused a moment before nodding. "O-okay."

I sat in the kitchen while he escorted himself out. The door automatically locked behind itself, so I didn't worry about walking after him. I didn't need to put up the security lock, tonight. Robbers couldn't afford to get past the security. Edward was a "VIP" member, so of course they had to let him in. Hm. I should really change that.

After shutting the drapes in the kitchen, showering, and changing, I lay in my king sized bed, staring at my dark ceiling. The gold comforter covered my body as I tossed and turned, trying to find some sort of comfort that night. Nothing could make me fall asleep. Edward's words replayed in my mind. Then, I thought of Leah.

You'll never know if you don't try.

She was right. I would never know. Just to guarantee that I would never fall for anyone. Just to prove myself. I grabbed my cell phone and called Bella. It was eleven at night, but that shouldn't matter, right?

"Hello?" Bella answered groggily.

"Bella?" I responded. "I need the number of Jacob Black, please."

"Uh... uh...," she sounded genuinely shocked. "Okay..."

It took her a moment to give me the number. I thanked her and hung up. After hanging up, I called my best friend.

"Leah," I asked.

"Yeah, Nessie?" she groaned. "It's midnight. What do you want?"

"Uh... it's eleven, Leah," I protested. "Fix your clock."

"It's still late," she persisted. "What do you want?"

I began twiddling my thumbs. She was my best friend, but how was I to tell her? "Well... why can't I just call to chat?"

She snorted on the other end of the line. "I know you, Nessie. Just spit it out."

I shut my eyes and sighed. She was right. Best friends could hide nothing from each other.

"I... I decided to take Jacob Black up on his... his offer," I whispered, studying the cream colored fibers in my carpet.

A loud squeal burst through the phone. "REALLY?! THAT'S GREAT!"

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. "I'm only doing this to prove something to Edward."

"And what would that be?" she asked. I could imagine that she was smirking.

"That I will never, EVER, fall in love," I retorted. "And wipe that smirk off of your face!"

"How do you know I'm smirking?!"

"I'm your best friend, Lee-Lee. I know everything."

"Stalker."

"Whatever. I'm going over to Esme's for breakfast tomorrow. Want to come? I'm going to need a 'fat coach.' Esme tries stuffing everything down my throat."

"Sure. See ya then."

I set my black iPhone down on the creamy white nightstand. Shutting my eyes, I drifted off to a much needed slumber.

Author's Note: Sorry for my ramble attack from the final conversation with Edward downwards. But did you get it? They were saying the titles of my stories. I was bored, LOL. So sorry for the long wait! Uh... what else was I going to say? I don't know. I think that's it. Oh! Question and answer still open! Go on Psychic-Porsche-3's (Laurel) profile and ask her questions too!

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