A/n: Oooh!! What on earth could happen after last chapter? Ehhhh? By the way, people have commented about the likeness between this story, and a Manga called 'Skip Beat'; I've not actually read it, but I will have to check it out sometime! I went and read a summary online, and it does look pretty good! So if you like this type of story, and Manga (obviously), I suppose you ought to go check it out too! Ahaha.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Chapter 10 (I think...yeah…maybe…uh…anyway)

Edward POV (Hell to the YEAH! I love Edward POV! Ahahaa…hope I write Edward POV okay…ahahaa…enjoy!)

Thoughts were bustling like a heard of butterflies around my skull as Bella talked me through her story. The taste of chocolate and wine were thick on my lips, and her voice filled my ears and mind. I felt happy, though I got more and more agitated as her story continued.

Who was this Jacob Black? How on earth could he call Bella 'Plain'? She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was just…perfect. 'Practically perfect in every way' - my own personal Mary Poppins. He dumped her for the most ridiculous…stupid…idiotic…insulting reason I'd ever heard of. Who would have thought it? Dumping Bella because she wasn't a trophy girlfriend.

Apparently Jacob Black thought of girls as objects; as so many men do. Bella wasn't good enough to be seen on his arm, according to him.

Wrong. He wasn't fit to be seen with Bella - I couldn't imagine anyone who was.

One butterfly of thought picked up an interesting idea. I caught it and brought it to the forefront of my mind. Every word Bella said brought me closer to one conclusion. If Jacob thought Bella wasn't fit to be seen on a famous actor's arm, surely she should get him back by dating a famous actor. A really famous actor.

Someone well known, someone with talent, somebody who got great ratings, and had a large fan club. Someone who got a lot of news coverage. Someone that would drive this…Jacob…mad.

Perhaps, someone like…me?

Did I dare to hope?

I wouldn't trick Bella into a relationship…no. But an arrangement could surely benefit us both. She could get her own back…and it would be…useful to have somebody around. Jasper had told me many a time that I should have somebody to escort me places. Being seen with one girl, and one girl only would be great for my look…of course. Plus, it might get rid of some of the…'offers', I received. And Bella would become more famous over night; there would be a lot more open doors for her if she was with me.

And I was sure, when it came, I could handle the heartbreak of Bella leaving. It was inevitable that she would; with more movies, and more fame, she would find somebody else, somebody worth her. But being with her, in any way, was good enough for me.

Even if our relationship wasn't real.

And, I allowed myself to hope a little, there was a small chance that she might grow to…love me. The same way I'd begun to fall for her.

Had she ever thought of such a plan? Over the fortnight I'd known her, had Bella thought that it might be a more fitting revenge to rub a relationship with a famous actor in Jacob's face…a more fitting revenge.

After all, it wasn't as if I wasn't quite sought after. I wasn't vain, but I was well aware of what sort of fandom I'd achieved. A large one.

But how on earth did I broach the subject with her?

I decided to take the bull by the horns…or whatever it was they said.

"Wouldn't…" I started, hesitating, "dating a famous actor be more…fitting revenge?"

I watched in amusement as her cheeks were darkened by a beautiful, cherry red blush.

"Perhaps", she murmured, "but at the time I wasn't exactly at liberty to start dating a famous actor."

"What about now?" I pressed.

She looked at me right in the eyes for a moment, before her gaze landed on the coffee table. She laughed softly.

"You mean I should start dating Jane?" She asked, with a small smile. I chuckled, and gulped, before speaking again.

"What about…me?" My voice sounded a little lower than usual, and I felt worried I'd said the wrong thing immediately, as her eyes snapped once again to my face.

Then she laughed a lovely laugh, and I think my heart broke a little. She was rejecting me. Of course, I got ahead of myself.

"I think…" she said, "I misunderstood you, Edward. What are you suggesting?"

I hardly knew anymore. Was this the time to ask her out…for real? Or was this the time to suggest that we dated…not for real?

The coward in me went for the latter. At least a rejection in that sense would not be so hard to take.

"I was thinking that…if you were interested…we could put on a show for your…Mr. Black?"

She appeared to be thinking it over for a few minutes.

"I could hardly bother you with such a thing", she muttered back, her eyes once again on the coffee table.

"It wouldn't be a bother, Bella, in fact, I can think of many benefits of having a girlfriend." I told her, honestly.

"But surely you should be dating somebody more attractive?" she asked innocently. The question snapped something inside of me.

"Are you accusing me", I hissed back at her, "of being as shallow as your ex-boyfriend?"

She looked shocked, and embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Edward, I didn't mean to imply that you're shallow…" she fidgeted in her seat, "I just meant that there are far better women to…"

I didn't let her finish.

"Bella", I interrupted her. "There is a reason I haven't asked anybody to be my girlfriend. However, an arrangement could benefit us both. And, on the contrary, I think that you're beautiful."

She blushed a lovely red again, and I revelled in the colour. She pursed her lips for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak. My heart beat faster at every word.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I am", I replied, perhaps a little too quickly. But I could barely bring myself to care, as she smiled a lovely smile.

"Then how would we…" she trailed off.

"When the press find out about me being in the movie, we can tell people we're dating. It'll create more of a buzz around the movie…and we'll have some time to work out how we're going to do this." I smiled at her, and she smiled nervously back.

Then she left.

A/n: So, it wasn't as long as I'd expected. But oh well, what'cha gunna do? Don't particularly like it either but oh well. REVIEW PLEASEYYY?!