Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight related material like Kristen Stewart's robust arse owns Robert Pattinson. Naughty!
Act Two Scene One:
{Dawn. Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel. Five Star Suite. Bella Swan stands at the threshold, gazing at Edward Cullen who is still sleeping.}
Bella: I wish it were that easy to leave with you, Edward. But it's not.
{Bella shuts the door behind her.}
{Edward awakens at the sound of the door. He looks around, confused that the right side of the bed is empty. He gets up, looking around for Bella. Then, he notices a pile of his clothes are on the floor. His black t-shirt and blazer are missing.}
{Later. Early Morning. Malibu mansion. Bella Swan walks in from the back entrance with her assistant, Bree Tanner, in tow. Bree carries a couple of shopping bags and some breakfast.}
Bella: Did you call Rachel? I want to make sure I have all four dresses this afternoon. Did you tell her that the red dress had to be tailored?
Bree: Yes, I gave Ms. Zoe your new measurements three weeks ago. I hope it fits.
Bella: {runs up the back staircase to her bedroom} It better fit. It's my favorite. Did she get back to you about Brian Atwood's response?
Bree: {close behind} Yes, she did. He's going to drop by at 9 to show you his new collection.
{Bella stops at the top step, turning around to face Bree.}
Bella: He's coming here?
Bree: Yes, he insisted.
Bella: {continuing to her bedroom} I won't have time for him to show me his collection today, Bree. I have to head back into town for the dress rehearsal at 3.
Bree: Yes, Ms. Swan. I will cancel.
Bella: No, no. Call him and tell him you will meet him in his showroom. Bring over four pairs of shoes for each of the dresses.
Bree: I don't know...
Bella: Don't worry. I trust your judgement.
Bree: That's what you said last time... {mumbling} before you saw my choices and threw your phone at me.
Bella: What's that?
Bree: Nothing. I will call him now and email you the photos to make sure.
Bella: Sounds good. Oh and Bree?
Bree: Yes, Ms. Swan?
Bella: Sorry about throwing the phone. It was wrong. I won't do it again.
{Bree is shocked but silent.}
Bella: Now, leave the bags and breakfast here.
Bree: {walks back towsrds the stairs but pauses at the top step.} You won't throw the food out, will you?
{Bella shakes her head no.}
Bree: Are you sure?
Bella: Bye Bree.
{Bella's cell phone rings.}
Bree: OK. Oh, I almost forgot. Jessica and Tanya called me last night, asking for you. That might be one of them.
Bella: After a week, they're worried... What did they want?
Bree: Jessica wanted to know when the car would pick them up later.
Bella: Typical. Later Bree.
{Bella picks up the phone, Bree running down the steps on the phone with Brian Atwood. It's Edward.}
Bella: {opens her bedroom door, placing the bags on her dresser. Then, sits on her bed.} How did you know to call me? I didn't have a phone until half an hour ago.
Edward: When I woke up alone, wondering where you were, I figured you bought a replacement. I know you can't live without your phone.
Bella: Oh. Um, sorry I left without saying anything. I was... starving and had to prepare for tonight.
Edward: Didn't surprise me. You haven't eaten since... you know...
{Bella walks over to the french toast, eggs, and coffee. She drinks the coffee, grimacing at the rest. She throws it out.}
Bella: I could eat a horse.
Edward: You owe me a Gucci blazer by the way.
Bella: I... owe you a lot, don't I?
Edward: Nah...
Bella: I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you and everyone. I wish I could take the last week back.
Edward: You can't. And you don't have to apologize. But you can come to Seattle with me.
Bella: Edward...
Edward: I'll get two tickets for tomorrow, then.
Bella: For whom? You and Carey?
Edward: I won't go home without you. You know that right?
Bella: And I won't change my mind. My home is here, now.
Edward: You have a house here, not a home. You have co-workers here, not family.
Bella: I'm not going back, Edward.
Edward: Bella, you know I'm don't beg.
Bella: It's never too late to start.
Edward: You also know when I want something, I get it.
{The bell chimes.}
Bella: Edward, what are you... you didn't!
Edward: I did.
{Bella runs downstairs over to the front door. Edward is standing outside, a huge bag of groceries in his arms. Bella opens the door, watching him walk in like he lives there, like this is his home.}
Bella: I told you I had breakfast.
Edward: You're a terrible liar, Bella. Even on the phone.
{Edward makes Bella's favorite breakfast: blueberry pankcakes, turkey bacon, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. For the first time in weeks, she eats an entire meal, to Edward's delight.}
{Later, Bella sits on the counter as Edward loads the dishwasher.}
Bella: You are really comfortable here, too comfortable.
Edward: {shrugs} It's a beautiful house.
Bella: {slaps his shoulder} I'm glad you think so. When there are beaches like this right outside your door in Seattle, maybe your wooing will be more effective.
Edward: You don't have to go to that movie award silliness tonight, do you?
Bella: I've been waiting all year for it. It's fun. Besides, it's sort of a must.
Edward: Nothing's a must in Hollywood, baby.
{Bella laughs. Edward smiles, staring a little too long at her.}
Edward: Do you have a date? {closes the dishwasher door, concentrating a little too hard on it.}
Bella: I'm going with Ryan. {adding quickly} Promo purposes.
Edward: Nothing more? Ryan's, uh, quite a flirt. He never hit on you?
Bella: Not since I told him I wasn't interested.
Edward: Why'd you do that?
Bella: He's not my type. {hops off the counter for some more orange juice in the refrigerator. Edward takes a deep breath. He hadn't been breathing since he asked about Ryan.} But let me ask you something.
Edward: Anything.
Bella: You could've written me off, left me to the wolves after what I did to you. Why are you helping me now?
{Edward walks over to Bella, leaning over the refrigerator door. His face is inches away from her's.}
Edward: I couldn't take another moment of that bitch.
Bella: {scoffs} Motherfucker!
{Bella blushes, furious, speechless. Edward grabs the orange juice, taking a glass from the counter and pouring some for Bella. He hands her the glass, which she snatches away to drink. Edward laughs.}
Edward: But that wasn't you, not the Bella I've loved for half my life.
Bella: Edward... {Bella stops drinking.}
Edward: You were in pain. You were wounded. You still are. Esme taught us to be different. Family is everything to her, to me. And family doesn't leave wounded sheep to the wolves.
{As Edward takes the empty glass from her and rinses it, Bella stares a little too long at him...}
