DISCLAIMER: All original characters, stories, plot and ideas are the sole property of Stephenie Meyer and The Twilight Saga. No copyright infringement intended; just pure fan fiction satisfaction. I do not own the rights to The Twilight Saga, although I do own the rights to *this* very plot! Any form of translation or publication of this work is completely prohibited without my written consent. 2010 © Writing4Roses - All Rights Reserved.

Special thanks: To my beta, robbsweetangel and to SparklingWand for stepping up this chapter and putting on her beta cap, as well! Also, a special thanks to vampire_craze & dreamingofRob for your patience and encouragement. Thank you ladies for your friendship and support, it means the world to me! To the readers: I really appreciate you—all your reviews and alerts and tweets—it brings the biggest smile to my face and I get all kinds of giddy. Thank you for taking the time to read this story, I can't even begin to express what it truly means to me. Just... yeah, thank you!

Oh, and SparklingWand? Thanks for the song ;O)

Previously in Chapter 6 of Interviews & Evaluations:

I couldn't believe what I had just done. Sexual acts in the bathroom?

Really, Swan. Really?

Well, hell, if you're going to do it, you might as well do with a hunk like this guy.

Am I right or am I right?

CHAPTER SEVEN: CARELESS WHISPER

Playlist: Seether – Careless Whisper; The Buggles – Video Killed The Radio Star

The bright light was blinding my eyes as it bounced off the window and splashed against the stark white walls of my bedroom.

The street noise through the shut window sounded like a thousand elephants. This morning, everyone found their car horns and honked proudly as though they were collectively saying, "Wake up, Bella! Get off your lazy, drunk ass!"

Groaning, I rolled over in bed. My hair stuck to my face as I lay my head against my pillow, while I grabbed another and held it over my face. I was going to block out the sunlight if it was the last thing I did.

In all of my twenty-one years, I had never let myself go so much; the inside of my mouth was dry as a desert and tasted disgusting—just a like a dirty sock; my pajamas were clinging to my sweaty body and my hair a frizz ball of distress. I could feel the mental wheels in my brain turn slowly as I tried to remember the events from last night; relieved somewhat that I made it home to my own bed.

I looked over at my phone and saw that it was eleven o'clock in the morning. As I rolled over and squinted my eyes, I noticed that I had twenty missed phone calls.

Wait. What? Twenty missed phone calls?

As I went to check who the calls were from, my phone was vibrating and ringing again.

Shh…. Be quiet!

I immediately began to feel nauseous from the sights and sounds wreaking havoc on my fuzzy head as I felt unsteady in the comforts of my bed.

I looked down as my iPhone's display:

Alice B. Whitlock

Mobile

Ugh. I knew I had no choice but to answer the phone and figured that Mrs. Whitlock was the reason why I had twenty missed calls.

I cleared my throat and answered, "Hello?"

"Isabella Marie Swan!" Her high-pitched voice shrilled through the phone. I pulled the phone away to avoid rupture of my eardrum, "Where the fuck have you been, and why in God's name haven't you been answering my phone calls?"

"Hello to you, too, Alice." I groaned into the phone, as I cradled my heavy head in my free hand.

"Seriously, Bella, where have you been?"

"I've been asleep. What's going on? I see you called a couple of times." I chuckled lightly to myself before deciding laughing was a terrible idea as my head was throbbing.

"I've been looking all over for you!" She raised her voice with anger, yet she seemed worried.

I pulled the phone away from my ear momentarily, "I'm fine, just sleeping, that's all. Oh, hey, thanks for making sure I got home last night."

"Oh, thank God," she sighed in relief, before huffing, "Wait, Bella, I didn't- that's why I've been looking all over for you- you took off last night."

"What?" I leaned up in bed, propping myself against my pillows.

What the Hell is she talking about?

"You had me worried sick, I thought something terrible had happened to you, Bella. I didn't know—" she started to cry, her breath becoming stiff as she gasped for air.

"Ali, sweetie, I'm fine, I promise-" I tried to reassure her, "a little freaked out, but… fine."

How the Hell did I get home?

As soon as I was able to successfully calm her down, we ended our phone call as I promised I would call her later. Somehow, I managed to climb out of bed and head towards the shower.

After washing away the funk, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a plush terry cloth towel around my body.

Ahh, much better! I have purified the demons.

Stepping up to the mirror, I began to do my usual morning ritual, just a little more sluggish that usual. Wiping away the moisture from the mirror, I finally got a good luck at myself. I gasped when I saw the site before, someone I didn't recognize.

Myself.

My eyes were tired; my lips were swollen and puffy. I was relieved I didn't see my hair before I stepped into the shower because I'm pretty sure that would have made me feel even better.

Sarcastic? Party of one.

As I stood in front of the vanity mirror, detangling and combing my wet hair, I noticed a mark on my neckline and leaned forward.

What the fuck is that?

I looked closely and noticed a fresh bruise that was developing in a mixture of red and purple with a light showing of teeth marks in the shape of a crescent moon.

What the Hell?

I grabbed some ointment from the medicine cabinet and applied it to my tender skin. I almost found humor in the situation as I apply the cream; it starts to sting as it seeps through. If I hadn't have seen it in the mirror, I would have never known I had been marked.

Marked. Yeah, I must have had one Hell of a night.

After I played nurse to my new wound, I got dressed and decided I should probably get something to eat.

The thought of food made me sick to my stomach, but I knew I needed to eat something or I would feel even worse. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and some Tylenol from the cabinet, I washed a couple of capsules down to alleviate this hangover from Hell.

Go. The. Fuck. Away.

Then, I grabbed two pieces of bread from my bread box and popped them in my toaster.

Moments later, I was sitting at my tiny bistro table, nibbling away at my toast when a knock at the door scared the living day lights out of me. The noise practically made me jump in my chair which only forcibly made me grab my head from the sudden movements.

Knock-knock-knock!

Oh, God, make it stop.

Knock-knock-knock!

Get off your ass and answer the door, you moron; that will definitely make it stop.

Stupidly, I answered the door without even looking through the peephole.

"Damn, B! You're not going to even ask who it is? You just fuckin' answer the door?"

"Em, shh!" I pressed a finger up to my lips as I commanded his complete silence.

Like usual Emmett formality, he paid no attention to my plea, ignoring instruction as he pushed the door aside and let himself in.

I groaned as my head throbbed, pounding with every sound it took in.

"So, what brings you by, Em?"

"I just came by to check on you, B." He replied as he made himself at home and began to raid my fridge, gasping at its lacking of contents.

"That's very sweet of you, but it's not necessary. I'm fine, as you can see." I replied, waving my hand at myself.

"Well, I see that now." He replied, motioning to me.

"Yeah, well thanks for making sure I got home last night, I don't know what came over me." I nervously laughed as I walked my plate over to the sink.

"Um, I didn't, that's why I'm here. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I figured Alice took you home with her or something."

"No…" I began to really feel paranoid about my situation, "apparently not."

"Wait. Alice didn't take you home. And, I didn't take you home. So, how in the world did you get home then? Did you take a cab or something?"

"I don't know, I guess so?" I placed my hand on my face as I tried to think it over, "This is so crazy." I said out loud, not really meaning to. My mind went out in a daze as I tried to retrace my steps from the night before, but came back with nothing.

This day was getting even stranger as it continued on.

Emmett ended up staying over for a while as we watched celebrity news together or "research" as he called it.

"Oh, I almost forget to ask—" he laughed, "—the whole other reason why I came by."

"And what might that be?" I asked, looking up from my journal.

"I wanted to see if you could come by my studio on Monday for an interview? Maybe play a little something?" His eyes smiled as he asked me.

"Wh- Wait. What?" I was confused; I grabbed the remote and muted the television.

"We had this one guy coming into talk and play for us— it was going to great! I was really looking forward to it, but he cancelled last minute through his manager via voicemail. Something about him and his crew coming down with the flu or something like that? I don't know. I couldn't really understand his manager's accent." He rolled his eyes, "Anyways, I began thinking of different ideas and that led me to think of you and, um, other undiscovered artists. So, yeah, we're going to have a weekly segment with artists just like you- local and up-and-coming."

I sat next to him with my mouth wide open.

"Bella? What's it going to be? Yes or no?"

"I-I- are you sure?" I was completely surprised; I didn't know what to say.

"B, c'mon, this could be your big break— at least, locally."

"Wow. Umm-" I furrowed my eyebrows and I shook my head in disbelief, looking down at my journal, tapping my pen on the open pages.

"Look, if you don't want to—"

"I want to— um, don't you think you should run that by my manager or agent or something first?"

"Sure thing, what's their number?" He pulled out his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it on. His fingers immediately roaming over the number pad as he waited to dial any number I gave him. I pulled out my cell phone and pulled up the address number. Eric's number came up first.

He dialed as quickly as I spit out the number and the line was immediately ringing. I could hear Eric's boisterous voice boom on the other end of the line.

"Eric Yorkie? Hi. Emmett McCarty with Good Mornin', Dallas!" He chuckles at Eric's response, "Yes, that's right... Well, thank you, but I wanted to talk to you about one of your clients possibly coming on our show for a quick spot on Monday...

"Yes, of course. I'm speaking of Bella Swan… Right, I know that she is new with your company. Let me explain why I am asking for her appearance: we're starting a new segment on the show featuring young, undiscovered local artists whether its music or art or fashion—what have you. I think this would be a nice jumping point for her career, don't you think?... Local coverage right off the bat in the beginning- ya can't beat that… And the best part, Mr. Yorkie, it won't cost you a dime.

"I know, isn't that wonderful news? Okay, wonderful, let me give you our studio's fax number. If you'll fax over your written consent and Ms. Swan's writer, I will have my assistant Alice contact you for any further questions." They exchanged contact information and their salutations. "Excellent. Thank you for your time."

He flipped his phone shut and tucked it back into his pants pocket, his brother bear smile beaming brightly.

"Someone's going to be on TV!" He sang, poking at me.

"Emmett, cut it out!" I laughed as his poking because tickling.

"Someone's going to be a star!" He continued singing, laughing as he started making a silly song about my being on television for the first time.

"Someone's going to get a big head!" He laughed, his fingers tickling away at my ribcage.

"Emmett… Shut... Up!" I couldn't catch my breath, I was laughing so hard; my journal falling out of my lap and crashing to the floor, my pen tumbling after.

He pounced over me, and began tickling me even more. I playfully screamed, using my hands to block him but he was just too quick for me.

"Oh, my God, please stop!" I laughed, panting for air.

"No, you're getting a visit from The Tickle Monster whether you like it or not!" His chest quaking with laughter, a big ass grin on his face as his tongue stuck out in defense.

Finally, he surrendered as he had me pinned down beneath him on the couch. He hovered over me and just looked at me laughing.

"You'll never beat me in a tickle contest. Remember that, Swan. I am the champion, my friend."

"Alright, McCarty, I hear you loud and clear. Now, get off." I smiled, placing my arm on his bicep and patting his arm. The atmosphere around us quickly changed.

Before I knew it and could do anything differently about the situation taking place, he was leaning over and pressing his lips against mine.

Oh, my God! What is he doing?

His lips were firm and full of passion, like this was something that had been building up in him for quite some time. I closed my eyes, imagining where this dramatic instinct of his came from and what he must be feeling at this very moment. His bottom lip rubbed against mine as we both gasped for air and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

What am I doing here? Why am I not stopping this? Am I actually enjoying this?

His tongue began to massage against mine and twirl around in ways I didn't know were possible. He placed his hands on my face as his body pressed mine further into the couch.

I became dazed in the moment, unable to know how to think or feel in the situation.

Damn, he was a good kisser.

But I couldn't place what was so wrong about it. I couldn't help but kiss him back.

With his hands still on my face, he pulled away from our kiss. His eyes wide as saucers and his mouth in a gape, realizing he must have done something wrong here.

"Bella, I'm— oh, God!" He leaned up, clasping his hand over his mouth and sat up on the couch. I followed him in pursuit.

We both looked forward to the television ahead of us and sat in silence for a moment.

"I should go," he stood up, straightening his clothes, "I'll let myself out."

"Em-"

"I've gotta go. I'll see you later, Bella."

"Em, wait!"

But it was too late. He was gone.

I threw my head into my hands and let out a loud groan, which only reminded me of my torturous headache.

Ughhhhh!

As I began to hash over the last thirty minutes of his visit, I began to get an idea for a song and started to scribble the words down in my journal before they went away:

GO THERE (CONFUSION) *

I didn't mean to go there,

I didn't mean to go there with you

And if I could take it all back,

If I could take it all back I would,

if I could

I'd tell you "I'm sorry for breaking your heart"

I'd tell you "I loved you from the very start"

My love and your love are two separate things

Our love- that kind of love- was never meant to be

Confusion, she plays these games with you and me

Oh and if you could only see

I'd lay it all out for you

X O X O X O

MONDAY MORNING

"Hey, what's up? Good Mornin', Dallas! I'm your host, Emmett McCarty! Thanks for tuning in today. We have an awesome show for you! I'm joined today by my wonderful co-host, Heidi." He turned and smiled, motioning at the beautiful woman standing to his left.

It was quite amusing that even though Emmett was almost six feet tall, this girl in her heels towered over him. I bet he loved it. On the same hand, I bet he hated it, too.

She was absolutely gorgeous and long-legged; her long-flowing brown hair had hints of red in it that the stage lights would make sure would be caught on camera. She wore a black a-line cocktail dress with a crocheted neckline. Her petite yet slender frame was covered by a sheer shrug which loosely covered her exposed arms and shoulders. Her long legs were an exhibit in themselves as they did not quit and went on for miles. They were hard not to miss as they were showcased by her designer stiletto heels.

"That's right, Emmett, we sure do! Hi, everyone, I'm Heidi Facinelli." She smiled softly as she paced her words through her Northern accent, "And we really do have a wonderful show for you today. We have a new segment coming up today featuring local artists whether they're musicians, fashion designers and sculptors, you name it—this will be your new hot spot to check them all out here first! Also, we have some information on how to get dinner made in a snap on a family budget and we also have one of our favorite doctors back with us today. He's here to talk to us about a new medical procedure that is currently saving thousands of women's lives!"

Emmett had a great stage presence and looked great on camera. He was known for always "suiting up," but he always did clean-up nicely. Today, he wore a dark gray suit; his jacket overlay a black and white pinstripe dress shirt which was accompanied by a silk, black patterned tie and coordinating dress shoes.

While the two of them went on to discuss current events of the day, I couldn't help but remember Saturday's events.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to Emmett yet. Every time I tried to talk to him he was busy doing something else or I couldn't get through. Sadly, I was getting the same treatment today as I watched him perfect his craft. He was in his zone and I would be doing him a disservice to interrupt him.

I just wanted to talk to him. I couldn't just… let this go. What the Hell is happening here?

"That is a great show, Heidi! So, ya'll better stick around, we've got a great show for you. We're going to take a short break and we'll be right back!" Emmett smiled, and held out his hand, forming an "L" shape like a gun and making a gunshot noise. Heidi waved at the camera and playfully rolled her eyes at Emmett as they walked off the set together.

The hair and make-up crew swarmed around them and began giving them touch-ups.

My stomach began to roll as I sat off-stage watching the whole show film live in front of me.

I felt a hand on my back, "Bella, you'll be going on right after this next segment, okay?"

My stomach churned around, making a hideous noise that caught Alice's attention and forced her eyebrows to rise in concern.

"Please tell me that you ate breakfast. You did, didn't you?" She asked as she was busily tapping away on her iPhone and saw me nod in response out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay, good." She smiled, patting my back, "Bella, c'mon, you'll be just fine."

She stood behind me, rubbing my back. Normally it would calm my nerves; right now all it made me think of was my sweaty back. I didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

As soon as the hair and make-up techs swarmed away from Emmett and Heidi, Alice snapped her fingers to catch their attention. "Can we get some hair and make-up over here, please?"

The two busy bodies swarmed over to me quickly. These two were surprisingly very good-looking men with thick, beautiful accents. Their eclectic taste shined through their head-to-toe designer fashion and each decorated with a utility belt around their waists filled with their required necessities.

They began to work their magic over me while I watched Heidi flirting with a tall, dark and handsome man in a lab coat. With his back to me, she stood in front of him carrying on idle chatter. She looked up at him grinning and nodding her head on every word, batting her heavily mascara-covered eyelashes at him as she revealed her baby blues. Anytime he said something even remotely funny, she would tilt her head back with an obnoxious laughter that made me even more nauseous.

I tried to make my own idle chatter with the guys as I was trying to focus my thoughts elsewhere. They introduced themselves to as Andre and Gabriel, the Glam Squad. Gabriel had dark, black curly hair that ran wild and crazy; his facial hair was neatly trimmed into a goatee. He had a beautiful accent and from time to time would mix his English and Spanish together, forming Spanglish slang but it sounded like poetry the way he said whatever it was he was trying to say. Andre was rocking a jet black faux-hawk and sideburns, both of his ears were pierced and his thick New Yorkers accent was incredible.

You could tell they had been working together for a long time, they both worked seamlessly around one another without saying a word. It was as if one knew what the other would do next, an unspoken language between them was taking place.

As Gabriel ran his fingers through my hair, I began to relax, almost feeling sleepy until his loud boisterous voice called my attention.

"Oh, honey, your hair is to die for! The texture an' the quality? It's just- it's gorgeous— magnifico! I know girls who would kill for your hair, senorita. I just-" Gabriel exclaimed with so much excitement in his eyes.

Really? I hate my hair. It's so… blah.

I guess he would know.

With a make-up brush to my face, Andre interrupted him, "Forget her hair, sugar! Mmmhmm! What about this skin? It's so clean and fresh, completely flawless. There is very little I need to do to help you here. You'll put me out of business, sweet cheeks!" He laughed a hearty laugh as he dabbed his brush into his palette once more and ran his brush over my closed eyelids.

Seriously? My skin is anything but flawless. What about my freckles? Or the moles on my cheek and my neck? Please.

Well, I guess he would know, too.

I tried not to laugh about these two men going on and on debate style over my hair and skin. It was almost kind of awkward; to be appreciated for something you're generally so personally critical about.

Alice, my lifesaver, returned just in time by my side with a package of saltine crackers and chilled bottle of water.

"Ooo, look at you!" Alice grinned, running her hands through my hair but not long before Gabriel swatted her hand away.

"No!" He wagged his finger at her, "No touchin'!" He playful scolded her, laughing.

"Oh, excuse me, Gabriel." She grinned, turning back to me, "She looks great, guys. Thank you!"

They nodded in their approval of their finished work and tidied up their mess.

They each gave Alice a kiss on the cheek before traipsing off to their next beauty request.

As they walked away, I could over hear them talking about "one hot mess" but brushed it off with my nerves.

"Sorry, it's all I have for now." She apologized, handing the water and crackers, "We'll get some brunch afterwards, okay?"

She sat down next to me as we waited for my turn. I smiled and opened the bottle of water and gulped it down practically while I snacked on the crackers.

As I snacked away, there was a commotion going on the opposite side of the side. Alice pressed her finger up to her ear, assuming she must be getting information from the stage.

"Okay, thank you." She responded.

"Bella, there's a change in plans. You're actually going to go last; they had to move the last segment up—the medical segment- for an emergency of some sorts."

"That's fine." I replied, not really caring either way. I just wanted to get this over with regardless.

"But, be ready they're going to do a teaser and you'll need to be on stage for it. So, basically when you see the red light flash on, you just stand there and smile. Just look happy and wave until you see the light flash off. And then once the commercial break is over, you'll be up next."

"Smile and wave." I repeated as she nodded her head, "Got it. I think I can handle that."

X O X O X O

I made my way to the stage for the teaser with my guitar in hand. Placing my guitar on its stand, I stood on my mark and waited for further instructions.

I looked down at my outfit and gave myself an once-over. I didn't want to sweat over what I was going to wear so I just picked something quickly when I woke up in the morning: a blue jean denim skirt, some chunky heels and my favorite The Clash t-shirt in charcoal gray.

The stagehand began his countdown to signal my cue. I cleared my throat and licked my lips, waiting for my turn.

I made myself chuckle as I thought to myself, I'm ready for my close up Mr. De Mille.

Ready and waiting. Here goes nothing…

"Special thanks to one of our favorite doctors for stopping by. I feel like I've learned more than I really wanted to know about the female body, so thanks for that, doc!" Emmett joked before tossing the teaser over to Heidi.

"Up next, we have a special treat for you. We have a local musician, Bella Swan, with us today—"

I saw the red light flash on the camera and started to smile and wave per my instructions.

"-We're going to talk to her next and she'll also play us a song, too! So, join us back in just a few moments after these messages."

X O X O X O

"And we're back with a special treat for you today. Bella Swan- she's a local musician who's just getting started, and we asked her to stop by to share her music with you today. Thanks for joining us, Bella." Heidi welcomed me as we sat across from each other. Emmett sat next to her on a coordinating black, metal barstool as we chatted live on the air.

"Thank you for having me." I smiled, almost blushing.

This was so embarrassing. I really needed to get over stuff like this.

"Well, I am lucky to personally know Bella myself, so I was very excited when I learned that she would be able to join us today. So, no need to worry here, Bella. We're all friends."

I laughed, smiling, "Thanks."

"So, you write your own music?" Heidi asked and I nodded my headed, "That's great. What goes into your writing process? How do you write?"

"Well, if you asked any of my friends, I'm always with my journal and a pen." I explained as Emmett nodded his head in agreement, raising his eyebrows and making a silly face.

"I'm always writing down ideas. It's quite incessant actually." I laughed at Emmett's reaction, "I just write whatever my heart tells me, sometimes it's personal or something I have seen someone else go through and I feel could benefit from being told through a song."

"That's beautiful and you would like to share a song with us today?"

"Of course, I would be happy to." I smiled as I waited for some kind of cue of what to do next.

"And which song will you be singing for us today, Bella?" Emmett asked.

"It's called Waited for You ** and it will be debuting with you guys today."

"Great, let's hear it. Ladies and gentleman, Bella Swan and her new song, Waited for You."

I took my mark on the stage and grabbed my guitar, slinging it over my shoulder.

I strummed my guitar and started to play, remembering to smile for the camera.

My song was something new I had decided to try last minute; I felt it was a good decision.

Waited for You **

I waited for you

I waited for you

You didn't show, my love

You weren't there, no

I waited for you, yes

I waited for you, no

I couldn't make up my own mind,

I kept up with the rhythm of the time

Time is running out

Time is not always on our side

It makes me sad to know

I used my time on you

It makes me sad to know

you know how I felt about you

but still… I waited for you.

As soon as I finished my song, Emmett and Heidi joined me over at my side, clapping and cheering.

"Bella, that was great, so passionate!" Heidi praised me as she patted my back.

"That was Bella Swan, everyone! Just you wait and see, she's gonna be big someday and remember where you saw her first- right here on Good Mornin' Dallas!"

"Wow! What a show we had today! Join us tomorrow when we'll have fashion tips and new ways to spice up your dinner plans and so much more! We'll see you then!"

The segway music started to play and Emmett wrapped me in a hug, "I'm so proud of you! That was awesome, Bella!" The exchange was welcome, as I patted him on the back. Yet, the same form affection was awkward since this was the first form of contact I had with him since he made his pass at me.

"Yeah, that was great. Thanks for coming on!" Heidi smiled as she casually wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"And we're out!" The director announced from the shadows.

Heidi removed her arm from my shoulder, immediately exited the stage and Emmett soon followed her.

I figured I would never get a chance to talk to Emmett about what happened; as if today wasn't awkward enough.

I went back over to Alice who waited for me with open arms.

"Bella! That was fantastic!" She hugged all over me, squeezing me tight for her tiny frame.

"Ali," I struggled, somewhat gasping for air, "I… can't… breathe, cut it out."

"Oh. Sorry." She chuckled, releasing her grip. "Seriously, though? That was great!"

* "Go There (Confusion)" Words & Music by Writing4Roses © 2010

** "Waited for You" Words & Music by Writing4Roses © 2010

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