I lied. I did put Edward's job up in the last chapter because you guys don't vote on my polls. Oh well. By the way, do you want me to write this in Bella's point of view, too? Since I didn't get an answer to that last time, this one will be kind of short. Read and review some more!
DISCLAIMER: I'm not and probably never will be Stephenie Meyer, head of Summit Entertainment, or anyone else who owns rights to the Twilight series. The idea for this story came from a movie, On the Line, which was a true story. So don't sue me.
Chapter 4- Yeah Right
EPOV
I studied her face, wondering if this woman could get any more perfect.
"Hello? Anybody in there?"
The woman was staring at me again, grinning slightly.
I smiled back. "Sorry, lost in my thoughts."
We got to talking more about music, and I found she liked most classical and pretty much anything else. From what I heard about her, I could tell that she was really kind and compassionate and didn't see herself the same way I saw her. The way she talked, you would have thought that she was some sort of faceless rock. She seemed to think that everyone in the world was prettier than her; she was morbidly plain. In my eyes, she was nothing of the sort. She was beautiful on the inside and on the outside.
Just then, the robot like voice announced a stop over the intercom.
The girl's eyes widened and she gathered up all her things.
"That's my stop, I better go," she said.
As she rushed out of our seat, she tripped and fell backwards- right into my outstretched arms. Her cheeks colored a beautiful pink.
A mumbled "sorry" and she was out the door, deaf to my cries:
"Wait! I didn't catch your name!"
That was it, then. The one woman who seemed to share my views on practically everything was out the door. Chicago was a big city; I would probably never find her again.
I slumped down in my seat unhappily.
APOV
"No, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't notice the sign. I had no idea the speed limit was 40."
I tried to coo my way out of a ticket, but the officer was having none of that.
"Ma'am, the fact remains that you were over the limit. I'm going to have to give you a ticket," he said, looking at me suspiciously, as if he expected me to confess that I was doing drugs. Did I really look as if I would?
Even so, I didn't need another ticket. I wondered if I could laugh my way out of this. I looked at him mischievously.
"Will I be able to go see James Bond with it?"
This guy was stiff, but I was Mary Alice Brandon. I could stand my ground. Besides, I still had one more trick up my sleeve.
I made my eyes big and childlike, putting out my bottom lip slightly in a cute pout.
"Please, Officer-"I glanced at his nametag-"Brown, I don't need a ticket today. My friend Rosalie and I are going through a hard time, and a ticket would just make it worse. Don't you know a little girl like me that is going through tight times?"
He said nothing. Luckily, his partner had walked up in time to hear all this. Even luckier for me, his partner was a woman- all the easier to fool. She saw me and Rosalie hanging her head out my window, and smiled.
"Of course we won't give you a ticket, sweetheart," she said, with a soft Southern accent, which was hard to find in Chicago.
I gave her my largest smile ever, reserved for exactly this occasion.
"By the way, could I know your name too, since you have been so nice to me?" I asked her hopefully.
She shook her waist-length blonde hair away from her face. "Sure, dear. It's Elizabeth Tulloch, but you can call me Officer Ellie."
I smiled again. I was stopping by the police station soon to drop off some roses for an Officer Elizabeth Tulloch.
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Still APOV
"But Rose," I whined, I wanna have some chocolate now!"
Rosalie rolled her eyes at me. "Ali, you know it's too early in the morning. You'll be on a sugar rush by our first meeting.
I made a face. "So what?"
Sara, one of our good friends and another intern, was walking by, heard our conversation, and started singing loudly.
"So what?! I'm still a rock star! I've got my rock moves! And I don't need you…."
Our whole office cracked up. That was what I liked about my job. Everyone was so loose and carefree. That was pretty much the reason I had moved to Star Fashion from the Sun.
I glanced fleetingly at Rose. She was preoccupied with an article belonging to one of the interns.
Carefully and quietly, I sneaked over to the vending machine. Emma, an editor-in-chief, saw me and started snickering.
Unfortunately, all my care was not gone unnoticed.
"MARY ALICE BRANDON! YOU GET YOUR BUTT HERE THIS MINUTE!"
For the second time, our office burst out laughing.
It was going to be a nice day. No wait, it was going to be an okay day. If I got some chocolate, it would be a nice day.
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JPOV
"Welcome to Smart-Mart, how can I help you?"
I tried not to puke as the woman in front of me tried to look sexy, pulling her pants down to where I could practically see her thighs.
"Hi," she purred, "I'm Jessica Stanley. What's your name?"
"Ma'am, I'm not allowed to disclose that kind of information," I told her, bored. In fact, my boss couldn't care less, but I was not giving any details to –how would Edward say it? - putrid girl in front of me.
At least Emmett was having fun.
Wait a minute, where was Emmett?
Suddenly, a big figure covered in toilet paper came rushing through Aisle 5, screaming "SHE'S GOT A HANDBAG! JASPER HELP ME!"
I wasn't going to ask.
A/N Yeah, I had a good day today, so I included all the humorous fluff. Except for Officer Liz/Ellie. She is a pseudo-important person. Sort of. If I haven't confused you yet, your mental capacity must be a lot bigger than mine. I've started writing chap 5, so if I get 22 reviews by tomorrow, I will post early! If you don't review, I might be sending either horny Jess or the weird lady with the handbag who is chasing Emmett after you!