A/N: Well, I was thinking of writing another story, so it'll be nice if you placed me in your Author alert list. Thanks.
And yes, Jillcabana and Ally soccer girl, it indeed is... Edward :D
Chapter 6: I can't be that unlucky, can I?
EPOV
As we reached a room with a wooden signboard and intricate gold designs on it, that wrote "Izzy", Victoria, Izzy's manager went in and came out after a few seconds later.
"Now, who is Edward Cullen?" Victoria said looking at her clipboard.
"That would be me"
She looked at me and after a while, she raised an eyebrow and question, "Well, aren't you going to go in?"
"Oh, okay." I was still stunned by the fact that I was going to meet my Izzy. Whoa... stalkerish much?
I turned the knob slowly because I was so nervous, it wasn't every day I could see someone like Izzy.
I walked in and saw Izzy. I realised how beautiful she was up close, her silky mahogany hair, big chocolate-coloured eyes, pale complexion and her... full red lips, made me wonder how it would feel against mine.
She was wearing a black sleeveless top with a grey skirt which was ruffled at the hem. She was still wearing the same boots. And she was wearing a metal rose earring studs with 3 bangles, 2 black and 1 white. (A/N: You know what to do.) Heck, why did I actually noticed so much about her that I don't on other girls. Oh, I know maybe it's my extreme obsession with her... (Note sarcasm.)
Anyway, I noticed that Izzy's mouth formed an 'o'. Was she stunned about my dressing? I immediately smoothed my shirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Izzy quickly recovered.
"Um... Mr Cullen?"
God, her voice is just like the tinkling of bells.
"Call me Eddie"
Wait, was I so mesmerized by her that I told her to call me the slinkiest, foulest nickname in this world? (A/N: NO offence to anyone, we all knows how much Edward hates that name...)
Izzy chuckled. Even her laugh is so enchanting. Man, I am whipped...
"Okay... Eddie" She let out a small giggle.
"Do you have any questions for me? Because you have only 5 minutes left." Ah... she doesn't phrase a sentence like those bimbos I used to date; they didn't even know what was 'superficial'. Did she just say 5 minutes left? Did I just spend 5 minutes gawking at her? Well, it was worth it.
I asked her some questions and she answered most of them truthfully. And for the last question, I asked her.
"What's your full name? I don't want to know you by your stage name."
She hesitated and said, "Well, um... I..."
Ringgg.... (The alarm, signalling 10 minutes is up)
Fuck! I missed the most important question...
"Sorry, next person please" She apologised a little breathless, she didn't want to answer that question, why was she so secretive?
BPOV
That... was.... CLOSE!
A/N: I hoped you liked it. Sorry for not updating for so long. Now, push that magical green button...