I couldn't decide on Edward POV or Bella POV, so I did both to make all of you happy :D
Age - 23 - Edward POV
"I have to work late tonight babe, one of the other interns got sick so Dr. Snow asked me to fill in, I couldn't say no considering how many times I've been put on morgue duty, so I'll see you tomorrow morning, hopefully before you have your spa day. Love you, bye!" I said, leaving her a message on her voice mail.
I felt slightly bad about lying to her, but it was a surprise, and she always loved my surprises. Usually. Sometimes. Most of the time…
I walked out of the grocery store, two bags filled to the brim with food that I would cook for us tonight. We'd been drifting apart lately, with me always working and her… going to parties and acting classes or whatever she did when she was at home. We just hadn't been able to spend that much time together lately. And with Bella walking back into my life today was a pretty big wakeup call.
I needed to make things better with Daisy. Even though she didn't know, and probably never would know that I'd had improper thoughts about another woman, I still felt guilty, as if I owed her something. She always loves it when I cook food for her, so I thought this would be a great way to make it up to her, and for the fact that I was never home anymore.
She'll love it, I thought with a smile on my face as I drove back to our apartment, hurrying. She was suppose to be home right now, and I wanted to see her, to hold her in my arms and just be with her again. It felt like forever since we'd had a long conversation, about anything.
I walked up the stairs, since the elevator was broken. It had been broken for over six months now, and it didn't look like anyone was going to fix it anytime soon. Not that I minded, we only lived on the fifth floor.
Whenever I wasn't spending time with Daisy, or working, I'd spend time with Jasper and Rosalie, working out or just being with them.
Some people thought it was sad that we were still such good friends after all these years, Daisy included, but the thing was that I couldn't imagine my life without Jasper and Rose. It just wasn't thinkable. I loved the both of them to death.
The only thing I would change about them would probably be that none of them were too fond of Daisy. I think Rosalie's just jealous, because Daisy is gorgeous, and perfect in everyway. Jasper is just, Jasper. I'd stopped questioning him a long time ago about why he did, or didn't like things or people. He was just too damn complicated sometimes.
"Daisy?" I called into the apartment. The TV was on, and there were an extra pair of shoes out in the hallway. Male shoes. I didn't know that she had company…
"Edward?!" She called back, a slightly hysterical note to her voice. I furrowed my eyebrows and put the groceries down on the kitchen counter, walking towards the bathroom where her voice was coming from.
I opened the door, only to find Daisy on her knees, in front of some body builder with his jeans around his ankles. I crossed both of my arms over my chest, staring at her expectantly.
"Oh don't look at me like I'm cheating on you! This is Antonio, he's a friend of mine from my acting class. He spilled boiling water on his thigh, I'm just putting some cream and gauze over it. Besides, he's gay. I might even have to worry about you two having a thing." She said with a twinkling laugh, her blue eyes staring up at me innocently.
"You could have told me about it, sent a text or called." I muttered, walking out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. I started pulling the groceries out, my brows still furrowed. I didn't like this Antonio guy, and as far as I could tell, he certainly wasn't gay from the looks he was giving her. He should just quit the acting classes, because they really aren't working.
"Oh come on Edward, don't be mad. Besides, I thought you'd be working tonight anyway. Are you coming back here to check up on me or something?" She asked, a tint of anger to her tone.
"Of course not, I only told you that because I wanted to surprise you with dinner so we could have a nice evening together. Just the two of us." I empathized, staring pointedly at Antonio who was smirking at me from the doorway. Jackass.
"Edward! For crying aloud, he is a guest! Be nice. I'm sorry Antonio," She said earnestly, staring over at him with a sweet smile. She used to only smile at me like that, and the fact that it was directed at some wanna be gay guy, did nothing to lighten my mood.
"It's okay Daisy, it is like, totally understandable. Don't worry Edward, I'm like, totally not after your woman." He said, winking at me and giving me a big cheesy grin. It made my stomach turn.
"Sure." I muttered, turning away from them as I started to cook our dinner. I made sure to only make enough for two people.
It didn't escape my notice that his pants were dry.
"How was work honey?" Daisy asked me, smiling brightly up at me as I worked on chopping up the vegetables. I shrugged, still feeling uncomfortable with this Antonio still in the kitchen. I could feel his gaze glued to the back of my head.
"Fine, I met up with an old friend of mine from Washington." I said casually. Daisy was sitting at the table, and she motioned for Antonio to come and sit beside her. I turned away from them again.
"Really? Jasper and Rosalie just isn't enough, huh?" She said with a high pitched giggle. I smiled slightly.
"So what's his name?" She asked when I didn't continue. I'm ashamed to say that I was comparing her laugh to Bella's.
"Um, actually it's a she. Her name is Bella Swan." I said slowly, wondering if she would know who I was talking about. Obviously they'd met before. There was a long silence, and I thought she wasn't going to answer me after a while.
"Antonio, I think you should leave. We'll practice more tomorrow." She said in a shaky voice.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then." He said in what I assume he would think was a low, sexy voice. He sounded like a constipated man to me.
After a few minutes of them whispering in the hallway, the door closed and Daisy's quick and brisk footsteps came marching into the kitchen.
"Why did you meet up with Bella Swan?" She snapped at me, and I turned around to see her normally sweet face contorted with anger, her eyes shooting fireworks. She was almost… ugly.
"Because her cousin Emmett got sent to the hospital today. She was watching over his son and Dr. Cullen told me to keep them company. We used to go to school together."
"Wait, why was Emmett in the hospital?"
"That's confidential." I told her, throwing her an apologetic look over my shoulder. If it was possible, steam would be shooting out of her ears at this point.
"Alright then, how old is Emmett's son? Or is there some rule that says you can't tell me that ether?" She growled, pacing the floor, and gripping her arms, something she always did when she was upset.
"He's around three years old. Three and a half actually. Don't know where the mom is, she wasn't there today. Anyway, Bella told me about you and Emmett. I know everything that happened between the two of you, everything you did to him, but I still love you." I told her quickly, turning around and grabbing her arms to stop her from pacing. I stared into her confused eyes. She was searching my face for lies.
"She told you everything?" She whispered. I nodded my head, hugging her to me.
"I think it was wrong, and pretty damn horrible. You could have really hurt him, Daisy. But, I know that you were upset at the time, and you weren't thinking straight. And I know that you would never do anything like that to me," I mumbled into her hair. I was telling her the truth too.
She'd never told me she loved me, but I knew that she did. Whatever she was doing with that Antonio guy, well, I'd like to think that he fooled her into believing he was gay. How could I blame him for that? Daisy is gorgeous, and the only way to even get close to her, seeing as we are dating, is to pretend to be gay. She couldn't help the fact that she was naïve. In fact, that was one of the things I loved about her.
"Of course not. But I don't want you talking to Bella anymore. She was mean to me after the trial. She actually threatened me." Sounds like Bella alright.
"Daisy all of this happened five years ago. She's changed, a lot. And I'm sure you've changed a lot since then too."
"I still don't want you to talk to her." She said in a sour tone, slipping both of her arms around me.
"That might be a little hard, because Emmett is going to stay there for a week, and she's probably going to visit him pretty often. Don't worry about it, okay? I'm trusting you with this Antonio guy, right? Have some faith in me." I said lightly, kissing the top of her head and letting her go as I turned back to continue on with the dinner.
"I don't like it Edward." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at me.
"Look, I'm not doing anything wrong here. All of this happened five years ago, and she never did anything wrong towards me. She's still my friend." I told her, my back still turned. Normally I would just give in to whatever she wanted me to do, but I couldn't see myself walking away from Bella and just, not see her again. It just couldn't happen. I might not be crushing on her anymore, but I still wanted her in my life. She'd always been a very important part of my life, and it just wasn't the same without her in it. Bella Swan was staying, and that was the end of that discussion.
"Oh my god, you like her, don't you?" She said, her voice low and full of accusation. I stopped stirring the sauce and turned around to face her.
"Excuse me? I don't know if you've noticed this, but I love you, and only you!" I said, raising my voice slightly.
"Then how come your so hell bent on cutting all contact with her? It's not like I'm asking you to do a lot here, just stop talking to her!"
"No, because there is nothing wrong about talking to her. We used to be very close, and-"
"I bet you would just love to get all close and personal with her again, wouldn't you? I've seen her before, and I'm not stupid. She's pretty, and she's dresses like a whore. And you still haven't denied the fact that you like her! You can love someone and like someone else Edward, the world isn't black and white!" She yelled, her cheeks turning red. I'd seen her worked up like this before, but it had never been directed at me. I didn't like it.
"Just like you like Antonio then? I'm not stupid ether, Daisy, his pants weren't wet, and he is not gay." I told her angrily. I usually never got worked up over anything, and I was surprised at the pure rage that was filling me up.
"Don't you dare change the subject! You're not going to talk to that bitch ever again and that's final!" She screeched, stomping her foot like a child. I closed my eyes and took one, deep, calming breath.
"Daisy, I love you, and you know that. You're acting like an irrational child right now, and I think your being unfair. I'm a grown man, and I'm allowed to be friends with whoever I want. Set the table or something, dinner is almost done." I told her calmly, staring at her with leveled eyes.
Hot, angry tears rolled down her cheeks, and that only ever happened when she wasn't getting her way. Her left eye started to twitch slightly, but I don't think she noticed.
"You'll never get anyone who's ever going to be half as good as me. All my friends told me I was lowering my standards when I started dating you. I could have anyone I wanted, anyone, but I chose you Edward. And now you're cheating on me with some freak with, with fish hooks on her face, and tattoos! It's disgusting. I don't understand why your doing this to me, what's happening to you?! Your not acting like the Edward I know!" She sobbed, clenching her fists. I felt my eyes widen slightly.
"I never knew that you saw me like that... " I said, surprised and hurt. She just crossed her arms and looked away from me, sticking her nose in the air, the tears still running freely. She ignored them, just like she ignored me.
I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. What do you do when you find out that the one you love thinks she can do better then you? Not the greatest feeling in the world, I'll tell you that much.
"And besides, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that to you, because I love you. You know that. I tell you everyday how much I love you. Stop acting like this, please? Let's just have a nice, quiet dinner together." I said, cupping her cheek and giving her a quick peck on the lips, smiling slightly down at her still unsatisfied face.
I knew that Daisy was out of my league, how could I not? She was perfect, and I was, not. I looked like a rotten flower compared to her. She was sweet, innocent, naïve, compassionate, beautiful. I couldn't see any flaws in her at all.
So how come I still wasn't happy?
-X-
Age - 23 - Bella POV
I was blow drying my hair when RayJ arrived at the door, all dressed up and nice looking. I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't been interested in him when we first met.
He was like a brother to me now though, and he viewed me as his sister. Dating him would be awkward. We'd tried it once, lets just leave it at that.
"Bella, I brought you a flower, with the roots and everything!" He said happily, letting the soil fall all over my already dusty apartment. I didn't have much time to clean it, and Alice had long ago stopped coming over to do it for me, so I was pretty much stuck with the mess until I got a free night like this. Which I was now going to spend getting hammered.
"Thanks RayJ, just put it in the sink or something. I'm sure I'll have to hand it back to Mrs. Pole tomorrow." I said with a grin, knowing he'd only picked it to annoy my neighbor.
She was a woman in her mid forties with pretty young kids. The whole family was part of some religious cult, and they all believed that I was possessed by some sort of demon, and that RayJ and I were planning to make devil babies together. He was night and I was day, apparently.
That's what her kids told me anyway.
"She's still bothering you then?" He asked me, his voice laced with sympathy. He'd dealt with her a few times too, when he'd helped me home after having one too many drinks at the bar.
"Every chance she gets. I swear, she gets up at five just so she can catch me before I go to work. It's getting annoying. If I didn't like this place so much, I'd move." I complained, throwing the towel on the couch when I was done using it. I grabbed some shoes from one of the kitchen cupboards, and plopped down into one of my mismatching, comfy chairs. RayJ fell down on the couch, flinching when he landed on an old box that was laying under a pillow.
"Ever thought of cleaning up after yourself?" He muttered, throwing the box down on the floor, since my table was full of boxes of paint, drawings, some old parts to a tattoo machine and some other tools. I needed to get rid of stuff, because my whole apartment was just full of crap.
"I don't have time to clean anything up. Besides, I know where everything is when it's laid out in the open like this. And, I'm never home anyway except for when I sleep. I don't see the point." I told him with a shrug, slipping into one of my converse. We were just going to a quiet bar, so I was wearing a tank top and some shorts. Comfort over fashion tonight.
"Spiderman Bella, really?" RayJ asked with raised eyebrows, staring at my tank top.
"Alex gave it to me for my birthday last week, don't be mean. Besides, its soft and the only clean shirt I have left. Leave me alone." I mumbled, earning a chuckle from him.
"So, how come you sounded so stressed out on the phone earlier today? Besides Emmett being bitten by Dexter I mean? Your not one to freak out when bad shit happens to people," He commented, lighting up a cigarette that he handed over to me before lighting up another one and taking it for himself.
I took a long drag out of mine, letting the nicotine work its way through my system again, calming my mind down. It didn't help much.
I'd smoked up two packs since I came from the hospital earlier today.
Pulling the chain off from around my neck, I handed it over to him wordlessly. He opened his palm and I dropped the ring and the chain into it, biting my lip ring nervously.
"Edward?" He asked, confused, staring up at through his dreads. They always fell into his eyes. I nodded, taking another long drag, blowing it out slowly through my nose. Again, It did nothing to calm me down.
"He works at the hospital. He's Emmett's doctor. And, he's dating that crazy woman Daisy Daniels." I told him gravely, finding an ashtray underneath one of my drawings. I'd made it from clay myself. It was a cats head, and you dumped the ash into its open mouth, and you could put the cigarette down in its ears. My art teacher hadn't been too happy about it, not that I cared. It looked awesome.
"Who's Daisy again?" He asked, confused. It was a long time since he'd heard about what happened to Emmett.
"The girl who tied Emmett to his bed." I said in a low voice. He gave a whistle, staring at me with big eyes.
"You, my friend, need a drink." He told me, standing up and grabbing my hand. I collected my cell phone and wallet before he pulled me out the door, claiming that I could not go on any longer without alcohol in my system. I chose to ignore the fact that I had to get up at five to work tomorrow morning. Tonight was going to be a fun night.
-X-
"I think it's pretty obvious what you need to do." RayJ said when I was done telling him everything that had happened today. Everything from the whole alligator fight, to the meeting with Edward, our little fight, the weird looks he'd been giving me the whole time, how hot he looked, how much I just wanted to rip his clothes off…
RayJ swallowed the rest of his beer, slamming the glass down on the table and motioning for two more from the bartender.
"And what's that?" I asked, my head laying on the table, the alcohol helping me feel sorry for myself.
"Well, its obvious that you still like him, and-"
"I don't like him like that anymore! It's impossible! I don't even know the guy!" I protested loudly, banging my hand at the table beside my head.
"Well you wouldn't be moaning and bitching like this if you didn't like him, so cut the crap. You like him, and you want him. So what you need to do is fuck him to get him out of your system. The reason your still hung up on him, is because you didn't get to fuck him all those years ago. The answer, my friend, is sex. It always is, and always will be." He told me seriously, his dark eyes grave.
"To sex!" I toasted, with my new beer that I hadn't even noticed had arrived.
"To sex!" He answered me, and we downed half of it before putting them back down on the table.
"But really now, I don't think that that's the problem. Because he's got a girlfriend already. Crazy skank that she is. And what the fuck! He's always dated blonds! What's wrong with some brown hair?" I asked him, frustrated. I grabbed some of my own mahogany hair, inspecting it critically.
"Maybe he doesn't like me because I have split ends?" I wondered aloud, pursing my lips.
"I don't think that's it." RayJ answered, leaning back in the booth. This was kind of our place, where we always had our drinks whenever life got a little too stressful or complicated, and we just needed to relax.
"Maybe I should just not visit the hospital at all, and just ignore him. That will be a lot easier for everyone. Emmett never has to know about Daisy, I don't have to worry about Edward, and Alice will feel really guilty about lying and landing Emmett in the hospital, because her little plan didn't work. Take that Alice!" I said loudly, to no one in particular. I knew she could hear me. Meddling, little psychic fairy.
"You don't think she thought it through more then that? Alice is a smart girl, she knows what she's doing. Have some faith man, and drink your beer." RayJ said, his accent becoming more pronounced then usual.
"But its not fair! I was over him, done with him ages ago- I was fine knowing he'd have a great life somewhere in the world, and now I do know, and his life isn't great! Alice just made everything complicated."
"Sometimes complicated can be a good thing. Just go with it, follow your gut feelings. I'm sure you'll make things easier for Alice that way too. And you'll see, in no time, you will have sex."
"How come everything has to be about sex with you?" I muttered, staring up at his drunk face. He gave me a big, cheesy grin, wagging his eyebrows at me.
"Because I'm a man of science, and I believe that the only reason people were created is to have lots of sex and get a shit load of ugly little babies. Who am I to deny Evolution?" He asked, trying to sound smart. He only managed to make me giggle at his stupidity.
"But seriously, don't resist this. And you've never been over him Bella, not really. You know that, and everyone who knows you know that. You're only lying to yourself and us by denying it."
"How can you be so sure about that?" I challenged him, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back in the booth.
"Because you still draw his face everywhere, and when you can't remember what he looks like, you lock yourself up in your office to try and remember, and you wont come out until you've got it right." He said, and my eyes widened slightly.
Drawing Edwards face had always been a guilty pleasure of mine, even before I realized that I was crushing on him when we still lived in Forks. It always felt like I was doing something wrong though, and I just felt weird about it now, doing it so many years after not seeing him. But RayJ was right.
Sometimes, I couldn't remember the shape of his cheekbones, or how long his jaw would be. I would mess up his nose, and I could not for the life of me draw the right sized forehead. I refused to stop until I got it right. Truth was, I'd always been terrified of forgetting him. He'd been the only real, good thing in my life at the time.
"I need something stronger then Beer." I muttered, making him laugh as I stood up on shaky legs and stumbled my way over to the bar.
"Whiskey on the rocks, please!" I told the bartender, sitting down on one of the bar stools. I spun around once, thinking about how pathetic I've been for the last five years, thinking about some guy who I thought I'd never see again. It was stupid, immature and it made me feel like an idiot. That's the only bad thing about being drunk. It doesn't work when you try to lie to yourself.
"What's a pretty little lady like you doing here all by herself." A low, masculine voice asked, and someone sat down in the stool beside mine. Where the hell was that bartender?
"I'm not a lady. I'm secretly a guy. See that dude over there? He's my lover. He doesn't like three ways, sorry." I told him happily, not even bothering to look up at his face.
"I have a very hard time believing you're a guy." He said, chuckling in his low, gravely voice. I gave a sigh and looked up at him, annoyed.
He was probably in his early thirties, and he had light brown hair that kind of fell into his eyes. He was also dressed in a suit, the arms of his shirt being pushed up to his elbows.
"Don't you have a wife, six kids and house with the white picket fence to go home to or something?" I asked, staring at him with a slightly critical eye.
The reason that I liked this bar so much, was because it was always quiet, the bartender left you alone, and they played good music in here. And, people like Mr. DA over here normally wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. And it was on the bad side of town, so most people steered clear of it.
He threw his head back and laughed, his eyes glittering wildly. I couldn't decide if they were gray or a light green.
"No wife or kids, and I certainly don't have a house. I just got out of prison today, this is my way of celebrating. And I wouldn't mind sharing it with a fine girl like you." He said, giving me a creepy smile.
"I'm Even." He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
"And I'm not interested." I mumbled, thanking the bartender for my drink as I hurried away from the bar and Mr. Even the creeper.
I slid in besides RayJ, and he put his arm around my shoulders, giving the guy a glare. He'd seen the whole thing, and probably heard it to. Like I said, tiny bar.
"I don't like that fellow," He growled, his eyes flickering between the two of us.
"And I really don't like that you keep telling people we're male lovers. Its not exactly attracting the ladies." He muttered, his gaze becoming annoyed rather then pissed off. His mind was already miles away from Even the creeper.
"Hey, every girl loves a gay guy. It's like, your not a real girl if you don't have a gay friend. I'd say it was attracting them like flies on shit." I promised, resting my head on his shoulder as his arm tightened around me.
"I'm sure I can attract them in my own way. But! We're not here to talk about me and all my lovely lady friends, who I love and adore. Back to your friend Eddie." I laid my head down in his lap, one of my feet dangling off the booths end while the other one was resting in a chair. A group of middle aged men were playing poker two tables away, smoking Cigars and betting huge amounts of money.
It reminded me of Vegas.
I'd become a lot closer with Nessie and Jacob, who were still married and very much in love, even after all these years. Nessie's father had died a few years ago and left everything to her. She was now a very successful, hotel and casino owner.
Jacob was still Elvis, even though he didn't need to. I finished off the rest of his arm with an underwater world theme and the other one with Indian stuff. He'd gotten a lot tougher since the first time I tattooed him. Hell, even Nessie had a few tattoos she'd gotten from me.
I got a free king suite in Vegas for a week in exchange for a few tattoos for ether her or some of their friends.
"I don't see what there is to talk about. Edward is here. He's not available. He knows about the fact that Daisy is bat shit crazy, and their still dating. On top of the fact that I have no social life anymore, with enough things to worry about when it comes to the shop, Alice just gave me more stuff to think about, stuff that I have no power to control. I've got Emmett's tattoo to work on. Emmett is also in the hospital, because of me. Roxanne is old and fat, and I'm pretty sure she'll be dead in a few weeks now-"
"Wait, hold up. Roxanne is dying?"
"That's all you got from my rant?" I asked, disappointed. I normally kept all my troubles and problems to myself. I never told anyone anything about what I was feeling and shit like that. The only reason I was talking with RayJ like this was because I honestly had no idea what to do, and I was drunk of my ass. I have a feeling that the latter had more to do with me opening up then anything else.
"Roxanne is like our mascot. Hell, that's what the shop is called!" He exclaimed, his dark eyes widening. I tugged on one of his dreads, getting him to look down at me.
"Technically, it's called Roxanne's Needle." I told him seriously, trying to hold back the giggles. He rolled his eyes and helped me sit up properly, grabbing both of my shoulders. He was sobering up slightly.
"Why is she dying?"
"She's old. She's like, I don't know, six years now? Their suppose to live until their eight, but the Vet told me she's had a very unhealthy life. It's been a damn pleasant one, but unhealthy. Who'd think that America had trouble with obese animals too?" I said with a shrug, thinking of my poor, fat Roxanne.
"It's not like I haven't tried to exercise her. I walk her everyday, I take her swimming, I've cut back on her food. I don't know why she's so fat." I muttered miserably.
"Maybe, it's because you have split ends." He teased, his drunken mind not being able to stay on topic for more then a few minutes. I punched his arm, making him flinch away slightly.
"But really, what are you going to do about Edward?" He asked, rubbing his tattoo covered arm. I chugged down the rest of my whiskey, letting the dry, bitter liquid slide down my throat slowly. I slammed it down on the table before I turned towards my friend with a smile on my face.
"Absolutely nothing at all."
-X-
"You're both late." Mark snapped angrily, slamming a drawer shut with more force then necessary.
"Good to see you didn't die boss." He said sarcastically, banging with some cups just to be an ass.
"Thanks, Mark. By the way, you should know that I don't get hangovers. I'm tired as fuck, but you can stop banging stuff around as a punishment. It's not working buddy." My head is going to explode.
"Yeah, me neither. Besides, we're five minutes late. I'm usually half an hour late." RayJ defended, handing us each a star bucks coffee. We'd also bought one big pile of pancakes that was placed on the counter, making the whole place smell like heaven. Even Mark couldn't resist grabbing one of them.
The shop usually opened at 8AM everyday, but I usually got here at 5. I used to come at 6 but the ever sinc
"Yes, well. Bella is usually four hours early. Every single day. I actually had to use my key today." He went on, taking another bite from his pancake, his expression still sour. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Add up all those extra hours and call me a slacker. Quite frankly, I don't give a damn. Besides, your arm didn't fall of or brake did it? Nope, still hanging on there." I muttered sarcastically, taking off my sunglasses and throwing them down on my desk. I put both of my hands in my hair, lifting it up and letting it fall back down. It was starting to get heavy. I needed a haircut. Not that I had time for that.
"Very funny. I'm just not used to opening up the shop. And by the way, you have two new messages, one is from Alice, said you needed to call her as soon as possible, the other one is from your four o'clock today. She rescheduled her appointment for next week instead." He rattled off, while he was drawing. I nodded my head and flipped my phone open, finding Alice's number while I fished out the first cigarette of the day. Not that I'd gone to bed yet.
Mark glared up at me.
"What? I didn't have a cigarette today. Geeze, remember who the boss is here would you? This isn't High School. Besides, we don't get any clients before ten." I said defensively as I lit it up and walked outside. I didn't want the place to smell like tobacco ether.
"Hi Bella." Alice's light voice answered on the fifth ring, as it always did. For some reason she always kept her cell phone at the bottom of her purse. You'd think a psychic person would know before you called them but apparently not.
"You left me a message?" I didn't really know what my feelings with Alice were right now. I honestly could not understand why she would jeopardize Emmett's life, who has a son, instead of just telling me about Edward, if that really was why she did what she did.
"Speak up Alice, I'm a busy Woman here." I urged her, taking a long drag from my cig as I tried to ignore the tourist group that walked passed and stared at me as if I was an Alien.
"You're taking your first break of the day, your fine for at least another minute. And I want to apologize for not stopping you. Really, this is the first time something like this happened…" She trailed off, her normally bright voice shaky and uncertain.
"What do you mean? What was suppose to happen?"
"Well, Emmett really wasn't suppose to be in the show at all. Something was going to happen, somewhere in the zoo, and you were going to do the show with some other guy… Anyway, you were the one who was suppose to get hurt. Not Emmett." She explained herself, still sounding surprised, something I'd hardly ever heard her sound like, about the fact that Emmett was bitten and not me.
"Thanks Alice, that makes me feel so much better about everything." I muttered, throwing my death stick, as Mark called them, on the ground, letting my converse crush it into the concrete. I was wearing my own shorts and one of RayJ's old high school t shirts. It was way to big for me, but no where near as big as Emmett's.
"Look, this is kind of hard to explain. Let's have lunch, okay? I'll leave Alex with John and we can have some quiet time. Just the two of us. I feel like I haven't seen you in such a long time." She suggested, some of her usual perkiness coming back into her voice.
"I don't know if I have the time for lunch today. Let me think about it." I said, trying to sound uninterested, even though I was secretly dying to know what was going on.
Alice's visions had always been right. Always. It made absolutely no sense for her to predict the wrong thing. But it also didn't make any sense for her to lie about it ether.
"I'll see you at noon then. Bye!" She hung up before I could say anything else. Snapping my phone shut, I stuffed it in my pocked and threw my head back, letting out a long groan before I walked up the steps to my shop, dragging my feet slowly. I did not feel like working today at all.
I really don't like this chapter. It's a filler, its boring and just blah. But I really couldn't see how I could go on with the story without having it in there, SO! Hopefully next chapter will be a lot more exciting. I'm going to spend a lot my time making sure that it us awesome :P
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