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Urban Decay


Chapter 7: A Bed of White Roses


B

For years, I have strived to keep my show on top. I've taken a number of steps (and drawbacks!) that made my show the way it is now. Sometimes, the business is kind to me, and I only have to tweak a couple issues and touch a couple nerves. Other times, all the problems and all the issues are thrown into my somewhat experienced hands – and none of my staff or friends can do a thing.

I have a taken a number of drastic measures to pull my show from the hard place it was at. I chopped off all of my hair for a year because it was a new trend. I cut off some of my friendships – I'm sorry Katie! – for the show. I flew to Brazil to convince a sponsor to add more money to his funding.

I've said before I try to live in spontaneity – I try not to plan anything, and hope the outcome ends up in my favor. But it is hard to be spontaneous when you are involved in the entertainment business. Nothing is ever for certain and if you fail to do something as insignificant as show up for a coffee date, you just might have ended your career. The entertainment business is always changing. Sometimes, it throws you curveballs, and all you can do is duck.

As a result, my vision of being spontaneous disintegrated. I was forced to begin meticulously planning my every move. I was forced to use less than carefree and kind methods to keep the ratings of my show on top. I know there are a number of people I used to hold dear to my heart who refuse to keep in contact with me.

And I have to live with that…and I have.

When I mistakenly got married with Edward, I thought I sacrificed all I had for no reason. I had cut people out of my life, threw myself into situations head first for absolutely no reason. All I had done – all I had worked so hard to do – was shattered in one stupid act I had done when I was drunk. I believed I had ruined my career because one mistake.

I was wrong.

If anything, marrying Edward may have been the change I needed. After spending only a few days with him, I became the person I have always wanted to be. Plans meant nothing to me – for this single spontaneous event pushed me to commit myself into an entirely spontaneous life.

Edward helped me to understand that no matter what business I was in, I was who I was, and I couldn't change it. And I loved living my life like that. He would show up on my doorstep, with a plan to keep our marriage more realistic. He would come up with stories and ideas that would strengthen the validity of our marriage.

As he continued to be a big a part of my life, I realized that he was just what I needed to get out of my increasingly meticulous spell. He made me believe that I could be whoever I wanted to be, and still have a successful show.

I was able to go back to being carefree instead of uptight. I used to suffer from my tumulus moods – I could be happy and perfectly fine with not knowing what happened next, and a second later I would be in the middle of a meltdown, wondering why I'd made such a stupid mistake. Sometimes, I would hide and run from all my troubles, and other times I would put myself into the solution without throwing caution to the wind. But these moods no longer affected me, and I have Edward to thank for that. He helped me grasp all I needed to know. But most of all, I finally understood the truth of my almost bipolar nature. I finally understood the truth of any one who suffered from the same ordeal as I did.

The truth is, we hide because we want to be found, we walk away to see who will follow us…and we let our hearts get broken to see who cares enough to try and fix them.


B

I sipped the Styrofoam cup in my hand, filled to the brim with dark black coffee. Glancing around the café, I noted the number of glances being thrown my way. I smiled graciously and nodded towards a few people. There were a group of girls at the corner of the café, giggling and pointing at me. I smirked at them, and they squealed.

I rolled my eyes. "Typical female reaction." I took another sip of the coffee, peering around the café, scouting out the talent. The bulk of the advice I gave on the show came from the observations I made during normal day situations.

I noticed a couple sitting on the left side. She had waist length sandy brown hair and large, doe green eyes. He had dark red hair, more brown then red, but stunning all the same. They were both in their mid twenties, starry-eyed and fresh to the adult world. They stared at each other adoringly, not even touching the cups of coffee in their hands. Their eyes never wavered, and they were smiling without knowing it. It was the picture of love and affection.

"I give them two weeks." I muttered, eyeing them warily.

A relationship filled with only love and devotion wouldn't last. As much as we try to delude ourselves into believing that the best relationship is filled with trust, love, and understanding, I know that it is not true.

I studied the couple on the opposite side. They were glaring acutely at each other, and I knew the woman was cursing his name as she sipped the coffee. He was tapping his foot impatiently. They shared heated words and he began to glare. Their voices were getting louder, and people were beginning to stare.

I sipped my coffee and smiled knowingly. "They're going to last."

Love isn't just about comfort and love. It's more than that. How can a perfect relationship last without any fights? That wouldn't be a relationship at all. Love is about laughing and fighting, and kissing in the rain. It's about screaming his name at night because of all he has done. It's about going insane from just how much you love him. It's about –

Here's a song or the nights I think too much and here's a song when I imagine us together. Here's a song for when we talk too much and I forget my words.

I fished in my purse for my vibrating cell phone. More eyes were turned in my direction, followed by a massive number of whispers and giggles. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and, instead, focused my attention in finding my cell phone.

Heaven can wait up high in the sky, it's you and I. Heaven can wait deep down in your eyes, I'm yours tonight. Lay your heart next to mine, I feel so alive.

Stupid, small bag filled with everything except hammers and nails.

Tel me you want to stay, forever. 'Cause heaven can wait.

I grasped my cell in my fingers and pulled it out of my bag, unwinding the cable of my earphones from tangling with my cell. I pressed call.

"Hello?" I said, breathlessly.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." He replied. "I know I'm about ten minutes late for our meeting."

"Don't worry about it." I replied. "I've been working."

"You're going to have to learn when to stop working and start living."

"I do know how! I am living. Just not so grandly."

He laughed. "Anything you say, Bella. I'm at the door. Wave so I can find you. It's pretty busy in here."

I turned and glanced at the door. His sleek black hair was cut short. His eyes were twinkling with amusement, as he scanned the crowd. He was dressed in a long sleeved shirt and simple jeans. He checked his Rolex watch. I rolled my eyes.

Lifting my arm, I waved him over. He caught my gaze and sauntered towards me. I rolled my eyes again.

"Showing off your walk?" I asked.

"Always." Jacob grinned. "It's good to see you, Bella."

"Jake, I saw you a week ago. It wasn't like I moved to Spain."

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "You've done a million things in the past two days that could have been spread out in a lifetime."

I laughed. "I know." I shrugged. "How are you?"

"I think I should be asking you that." He smiled. "I'll be right back." He walked to the counter and ordered his drink, before gesturing to our table.

He returned. "Now, Bella. Remember that revelation I wanted to tell you about?"

"Yes." I had actually been anticipating it. "I'm assuming it has to do with your personal life?"

"You could say that." He bit his lip.

"Did you get a boyfriend?"

He coughed. "Er – something among that level."

"Who is he?" He winced, suddenly embarrassed. I quirked an eyebrow. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I'm just afraid you might freak out."

"Why would I be – wait! You're not dating my husband or Jasper are you? Please don't tell me you're marrying my dad. I mean, I'd love to be related to you but not like that."

He stopped me. "Don't' worry about it, you don't know the person I'm involved with."

"So, tell me." I commanded.

"Her name is Leah." He said quietly.

I blinked. I opened my mouth, and closed it again. I said, awkwardly, "Her?"

He nodded. "I'm not gay."

I looked at him, oddly. "What?"

"I've known for a while now." He admitted.

"How long is…a while?" I asked.

"A half a decade."

"That's longer than I've known you!" I gasped suddenly. "I let you stay in the room while I changed!"

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, right. I was going to tell you then – but I figured I might as well enjoy it while it lasted."

"I'm going to pretend that you did not just say that." I waved him off. "Who is she?"

"I met her a month ago at one of the interest meetings. We clicked immediately."

"Right." I smiled. Jacob finally settled down! "As much as I would love to talk about your sexual preference, this was originally a business meeting, so I'm assuming you have something you would like to discuss with me?" I inquired.

"Oh, yes." He laughed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. So, because you have been MIA for two weeks – you took a break from attending all the events you had invitations to remember? – I am forcing you as your publicist and as your friend to attend all the events you have been invited to."

"I see." I sipped my coffee. "What are these 'events'?"

"There's a charity event, a red carpet event, you're going to be a presenter for the Golden Globes… hm. What else? There's the gala and the fundraiser…and the Day Time Emmy Awards – which we are going to win, by the way." He commented.

I laughed. "I hope so."

"I think there were more, but I'll fill you in on those later. That isn't too much is it?"

"The more events, the better." I sighed. "Good publicity."

"You'll need to bring Edward."

"Why?"

"Because he is your husband, obviously." He rolled his eyes. "Just have him dress nicely, and let him enjoy himself. Make sure you act like you're in love. I'm assuming you have come up with a story for your marriage?"

"Of course."

"That makes it a lot easier." He replied. "Your first appearance will be the Red Carpet event. It's the opening of your new perfume and clothing line. Please tell Edward."

"I'll tell him how to act." I winked.

He laughed. "I'm sure you will."


E

I shuffled around the room, searching for the stack of paper I'd left on my desk before my trip to Atlantic City. The documents had my patient's contact information, and if I didn't find them, I would lose my position as head surgeon because of my 'inability to complete the entirety of the patient-doctor confidentiality form. Stupid board of directors.

I found the documents on the kitchen counter next to the sink. Imagine if they got wet! I placed safely on the coffee table in the living room.

I jerked my head to side when I heard a soft knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone – and no one had buzzed the apartment – so I didn't know who was there. I abandoned the stack of papers and walked cautiously towards the door.

I peered into the peephole, and caught sight of the top of someone's head. She was looking down, and all I could see was a tirade of chocolate hair. She tilted her head upwards impatiently, and looked me in the eye. I ducked, before realizing that she wouldn't be able to see me.

"Edward, open the door!" Bella's voice came from the other end.

I smiled and pulled the door open. Bella stood leaning against the doorframe, her eyes twinkling with amusement. A lazy smirk graced her features. "Hey."

"Come in." I gestured towards my apartment. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming, so it's a bit…messy."

"Don't worry about it." She replied, pulling her coat off. "I'm sorry to barge in like this – if you're busy, I can come back later."

"No, no!" I protested immediately. "I wasn't doing anything important. Make yourself at home. Would you like something?"

"Something to drink, please." She said breezily, plopping herself down on the armchair.

"Sure thing." I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses. I opened the fridge and took out my half empty bottle of wine, and brought it to the living room.

"Every time I go somewhere with you, we always end up drinking some type of drink with alcohol." She laughed, pouring both of us a glass.

"You're right." I snickered. "So, what do you need?"

"Why do you assume that I came here only because I needed something?" She asked. "Couldn't I have come here just to see you?"

I quirked an eyebrow. "Did you?"

"No, but –"

"Just tell me what you need, Bella." I interrupted.

"Fine!" She sipped her wine. "I just needed to inform you about some things you need to put on your calendar."

"Okay." I said, cautiously.

"Well, first of all, there is a red carpet event for promoting my perfume and clothing line – that Alice is helping me develop by the way – and you need to be my date."

"And why do I need to be your date?"

She looked at me like I asked her what color shirt she was wearing. "Because you're my husband." She explained, simply.

"Oh, right." I replied, dumbly. Real smooth, Edward. "When is this?"

"In three days." She replied, nonchalantly.

"Three days?" I choked on my wine.

"No, wait." She thought for a second. "What day is it today?"

"Tuesday." I said, automatically.

"Oh." She sighed. "I was wrong. It's in two days."

"Two days?" I echoed.

"Don't worry; it won't take too much time to pick what you're wearing. Just give Alice a call and she'll set you up with a suit. That's what I'm doing." She waved me off.

"Er, Bella, I've never really been to a red carpet event before. I'm not sure how it works."

"Basically," She replied, "Smile a lot, look fabulous, and answer their questions. Any publicity is good publicity."

"Have people already found out about our marriage?" I asked.

"Of course." Bella sighed, taking a long sip out of her glass. "Jacob has been receiving calls every second of the day from people who would like to talk to us."

"Since when?"

"Last night." She said. "It's been all over the news. Haven't you been watching?"

"I've been a bit preoccupied." I said, lamely.

"I don't think I want to know." She laughed. "Anyway, in two days. Make sure you don't do a fashion faux pas. Give Alice a call – I gave you her number already – and she'll find you something. Be at my place by six-forty five at night. The event starts at eight, but the picture taking begins at seven."

"I'll be there."

She raised her glass. "To living a lie!" She cheered.

I grinned despite myself. "Huzzah!"


B

It was six-fifty. I had my makeup done for an hour. I had a thin layer of concealer and powder. My eyelids were dashed with dark, smudged eye shadow. For the most part, I used very little makeup. My hair was being uncooperative – of all days! – but my hairstylist is a genius. She curled my hair, and pulled it up in an intricately designed mix of a bun and a French pony tail.

Alice had dropped off my dress in the morning – one of her original creations. It was a mermaid dress with an A-line skirt. I slipped into my dress, frowning at myself in the mirror. There was almost no back – just a flimsy shred of fabric – and the front of my dress had a plunging neckline. It was designed in a way that made it the opposite of trashy, but I did not have the body for it.

I touched my hair, awkwardly. I despised dressing up. There was a loud knock on my door, and I grinned despite myself. Edward was here.

I shuffled towards the door – damn high heels – and opened the door. He stood in one of Alice's suits, beautifully tailored with classic colors and black tie.

"Nice." I commented, plucking my purse from the table. "Are you ready to go?"

"Of course." He replied. "Suits are uncomfortable."

"Tell me about it." I laughed. We rode the elevator down towards the lobby. The limo was parked in the back of building – I wouldn't want to be swamped by a thousand people on the streets. We walked to the limo, exchanging simple words of how unexcited we were to go to this event.

The driver opened the door, and I muttered something under my breath.

"Pardon?" Edward asked.

"My dress is so uncomfortable." I complained, struggling to get into the limo.

He placed a hand on the door. I looked at him quizzically, and noticed his eyes were drinking in my appearance, as if he just noticed what I was wearing. I heard a soft intake of breath, as he pursed his lips.

"What?" I asked, self consciously. I tried to pull my dress up. I touched my hair instinctively. "Edward, would you please stop looking at me like that? What's wrong?"

He shook his head, quickly, a faint blush appearing on his cheek. "You look breathtakingly gorgeous tonight." He said, honesty and awe coating his words.

I blushed heavily. "Thank you." I replied, awkwardly. "I hate to pull you out of your reverie, but we have an event we have to go to?"

He blinked quickly. "Sorry – er. I'll – uh – you first." He finished lamely.

I smiled. He looked like an embarrassed little boy going to his first dance. "Don't be nervous – it's just like a party. Just smile and answer their questions – and trust me, there will be a lot!"

I climbed into the limo, making sure to keep good care of my dress. I had enough problems to deal with, with the media. I didn't want a fashion faux pas to be part of that list. Edward sat beside me, running a hand methodically through his hair.

"Breathe, Edward. We're almost there." I replied soothingly, squeezing his hand.

He cracked a smile. "I'm fine. Just…not used to this."

I smiled. "I'm not even used to it."

"That's good to know." He replied dryly.

"We're here." The limo driver said from the front. "Are you ready, Miss?"

"I always am." I said coolly. "You first, Edward."

He rubbed his hand together, and gave me one last glance. The driver opened the door, and I could see the flashes from the cameras. I sighed. We were going to get a lot of attention tonight. Edward ducked out of the limo, and fixed his suit. He smiled dazzlingly at the horde of cameras – like a pro – before turning and offering a hand for me. I grasped it graciously, and stepped out of the limo, my high heels as uncomfortable as it always was. There were immediate calls of my name and compliments from people around me.

I slipped my arm in his, and he smiled down at me teasingly, winking subtly. I cracked a smile despite myself. "Are you ready?" I whispered.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We walked, arm in arm, towards the middle of the carpet, where the back drop was. We stopped, and I quietly instructed him to pose for pictures. He smiled crookedly in that heartbreaking way he did – stupidly delicious smile – and I smiled broadly at the cameras. My cheeks were growing tired, so I resorted to smirking playfully and winking towards the various flashes of light. We separated after a while, taking our individual pictures – I'll never forget Edward's facial expression when I let go of his arm! It was a mixture of fear and anxiety.

A reporter pushed towards me with a microphone, and a cameraman behind her. "Bella! You look fabulous tonight."

I smiled graciously. "Thank you very much."

"Samantha, from E! Entertainment." She replied. "What are you wearing?"

"Alice Cullen, of course." I smiled, winking. "She made this just for me."

"That's great!" she gushed. "Now, I hate to pry." Like hell she did. "But is it true that you got married?"

My smile didn't falter. "Yes, it's true."

"Well, congratulations." She exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with the juiciness of the story. "Did he come with you tonight?"

"As a matter of fact, he did." I replied, easily. "He's right over there, taking pictures."

She glanced at Edward and the camera moved to him immediately. "Wow, he's very handsome. You are very lucky, Bella."

I smirked despite myself. "That he is." I answered a few of her questions with vague answers before moving back to Edward

"What'd she want?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow, ignoring the flashes of the camera.

"Just wanted some information on our marriage." I giggled, fitting my arm with his again. "I'm playing my role pretty well huh?"

"Perfectly." He praised. "I'm not doing too bad myself." We paused to take a picture.

"You're doing wonderfully. I'm sorry to drag you into this."

He smiled. "It's actually very entertaining."

"Just don't look at the cameras directly. You might go blind."

He laughed. "I'll remember that."

"Bella! Over here!" A woman standing with a cameraman called from the side.

I sighed. "Are you ready? I think this will go smoothly if you came with me." I smiled apologetically. "It won't take too long, don't worry."

"I'm fine." He replied. "Lead the way."

We walked to the reporter, stopping every now and then to pose for some pictures. "Bella Swan! How are you today?"

"I'm great. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking." She smiled. "I'm Jodie from Entertainment Tonight. I just want to ask you some questions."

"Ask away." I allowed. Edward squeezed my hand, and I smiled up at him.

"What's the story behind the new clothing and perfume line?"

"Well, as you know, one of my best friends is the incredibly famous designer Alice Cullen." I smiled to the camera. My cheeks were going to be sore in the morning. "She has been urging me to create a fashion line – and she promised she would help. I relented, and the line was born."

"What type of clothes are you making?"

"They're more fresh and bubbly, with bright colors. It's a take on Alice's bubbly personality and my spontaneity. We think it'll attract both the younger and older generation – or, at least, that's what we're hoping for."

"Fantastic." Her eyes flashed. "Now, for the story about your marriage."

Edward stiffened subtly behind me, and it was my turn to squeeze his hand.

"I knew that was going to come up." I joked. I saw Edward crack a smile.

"So, what's the story?"

"Well, Edward and I," I smiled at Edward, "Met in college five years ago. He's the cousin of my best friend Rosalie's ex-boyfriend and we met because we ran in similar circles."

"We lost contact for a little while." Edward interjected, obviously thinking he should do some talking as well. "But we had the occasional meal until I finally decided to pull our relationship to the next level, and the rest is history."

I smiled up at him lovingly, and tried to keep a straight face.

"What a sweet story." Jodie replied. "Why did you finally decide to come out with your relationship?"

"It's difficult to hide a relationship once you've already gotten married." I laughed. "And why would I want to hide the most important person in my life?"

He smiled at me, and Jodie looked pointedly at the camera man before asking us another question. This time, her eyes were only for Edward. "It's nice to meet you, Edward?" She trailed off.

"Masen. Edward Masen." He finished. "It's a pleasure."

"Would you mind if I asked you another question?" She asked. God. Flirting with my husband. Have some self respect for crying out loud.

Edward didn't seem to notice. "Nothing too personal, I hope." He joked.

She winked at him, and I held the barf in my mouth. I made sure to keep my expression breezy. I didn't want a nasty picture of me rolling my eyes hit the internet in the morning. "I'm sure I'll have a chance to ask you a question like that some other time."

What kind of idiot flirted with my husband when I was standing right there! Edward was beginning to get a little uncomfortable under her stare. I get that Edward is exceptionally handsome, but she has to learn to stop looking at taken men like something to eat.

"Anyway," She replied. "How did you propose?"

I stiffened immediately, and I knew Edward was in the same state. We hadn't come up with an explanation or any type of story for that. I looked at him immediately. He was still smiling – but I knew it took some effort.

"Well –" I began.

He squeezed my hand for a second. "I'll tell the story, babe."

I sighed, relieved, and smiled at him. "Okay."

He turned his gaze to Jodie and the cameraman, his eyes twinkling. I was anticipating what he would say. "Her favorite flowers are white roses." He replied. How did he know that? I stared at him questioningly but he continued. "One of my cousins is a florist and owns a large flower shop in Manhattan. I talked to her for a week, planning out how to propose in the perfect way – the only way that was good enough for a woman as perfect as Bella."

I smiled despite myself. It was too sweet.

He smiled down at me immediately. "I told her I needed to visit my cousin because she was having some problems, so we drove to her shop. We walked to the back – that I had purposely decorated with dimly lit candles. I don't think she realized that I was going to propose." His grin was wider. "I pretended to talk to my cousin for a little while, and then she left, saying she needed to 'call a customer.' Bella was perfectly fine in the company of the large number of brilliantly colored flowers."

I could feel tears coming on. That would have been the sweetest thing.

"Once we were alone, the room lit only by candles, I brought her to the center of the room, where a large display of roses were placed. It was a brilliant cascade of bright red rose petals, and she gasped from the beauty of it. Her eyes were twinkling, and she was in awe to how beautiful it looked." He continued. "When the fan in the corner of the room turned towards the display, the wind pushed the layer of red petals through the air, and they floated gently to the ground. I heard her small intake of breath as she looked at the display again. Underneath the layer of red petals were the words "Will you marry me?" spelled out in bouquets and petals of her favorite white roses, contrasting starkly with the dark red roses. By the time she turned around, I was down on my knees, her diamond ring and velvet box in my hands."

I inhaled deeply, imagining it in my mind. That really would be the perfect way for someone to propose to me. I smiled through my inexplicable tears, but a single tear slipped from my eyes and down my cheeks.

"That is so sweet, Edward." Jodie said. "That must have been wonderful." She said to me.

"It really was." I choked out, my voice distorted from my tears.

"Aw, look at you. It must have been incredibly special. You're in tears."

"It was the best moment of my life." I whispered incoherently. Jodie walked away with her cameraman to talk to another couple coming down the red carpet. Edward pulled me to the side, sneaking me away from the tirade of cameras and reporters.

"Are you okay?" He whispered sweetly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.

"I'm such a loser." I muttered, wiping my tears. Thank goodness for waterproof mascara. "I'm crying at my own party."

He chuckled. "Only you would do that."

I swatted him. "Shut up. I'm not usually emotional."

He smiled. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." I said, automatically.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked.

"I don't want to say." I muttered. I felt like such an idiot. Crying for a story that wasn't even true.

"Tell me." He commanded. "If it's something I did then I'm really, and truly sorry. I'm sure I must have messed up somehow – did I answer the question wrong? I'm sorry if I ruined even more – it's bad enough that I threw you into this situation. If you want, I just won't go with you to any other eve –"

"No, you didn't do anything." I interrupted. "You really didn't do anything. I'm just…I don't know. That story…" I trailed off.

"The proposal?" He said, quietly.

"Yeah." I smiled. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

He nodded mutely.

"How did you come up with it?"

"It's the way I've always wanted to propose to the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." He explained, his voice suddenly serious.

I immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry you had to sacrifice it for my sake."

His eyes immediately changed. "No, Bella. Don't be sorry. It was my choice – and if keeping this as realistic as possible means this much to you, then it means a lot to me too."

"You're too nice you know that?" I mumbled.

He smiled. "Want to go back?"

"Ugh. They're going to start spreading rumors that I'm pregnant – and that's the reason why I broke down crying."

He laughed. "We'd have to pull a pillow under your dress to prove them right."

"Touch my pillows and I'll personally assassinate you."

He barked a laugh of surprise. "My wife, ladies and gentlemen!"


A/N: Aw, wouldn't you love to be proposed to that way? I know I would (hint hint nudge nudge to my future fiancé, wherever you are!). Haha. Tell me what you think! I really hope this gets good feedback – It's back to more Eddie Bellie action than Rosie Emmie. Haha. I'm hyper, because IM ON VACATION BABY!

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Lots of love,

-Kim


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Race for the clock tower: YAY 58th reviewer! HIGH FIVE WOMAN! Hahahaha. Nope. You got number 58. WOOT! I didn't understand a word you said at the end, but OKAY!

Friends: Thank you. I was so sure people would hate it!

Q'uest: I'm thrilled that you liked it. Here is the update.

Avatea: Hahah! Really? I'm so glad you liked it! Philosophy, comedy, heart-break and romance…that's exactly what I was going for. Thank you. I'm glad you like those characters – I really hope they're different than in other stories you have read.

Calico Rayne: Hahaha! Sue me?! Schweet! I'm so excited for that. I'm sure my nonexistent lawyers would love to help me with that. Yup. I probably will, unfortunately. Hahahah. I like Rosalie and Emmett better than Alice and Jasper. I think they're a lot more interesting – although I love Jasper's character as well. I hope this story is a breath of fresh air! I would hate to know it is redundant.

Frankfart101: Haha! I KNOW RIGHT? I would love to do that.

Medea Ariadne DeMarchi: I'm glad you liked this chapter. I love writing about Edward and Bella – they're always so fun to do! Here's the next chapter! A lot of EdxBel action in this one!