A/N: I'm sorry it took so long for this update, but with school, and constant homework has prevented me from being able to write, but I will do my best to keep the updates going, and to not take too long to update. The pictures for this chapter will be on my homepage, so enjoy that, and I hope you like this chapter!

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APOV (Angela)

Starting Over

I never thought I could get my life in even a little bit of order, but with the help of Troy, I was able to start a new routine for me. It's been a hard road, but now that the shop was making good money, and I didn't have to rely on Troy as much as I did before, I feel…new.

Troy…what can I say about him. He is amazing and has helped me through so much. I think I have some feelings for him, but he would never want to go out with someone like me. I'm fat and ugly…he could do so much better.

I missed my divas too. I don't answer the phone, but I love listening to the messages they leave me, telling me how much they missed me, loved me, and wanted me to come home, but New York isn't my home anymore. Colorado is my home with, well, I would say Troy, but…

Right now, I'm standing behind a counter, waiting for one of the costumers to come up with their purchases, when Troy comes in with a big box in his hand that had new merchandise we ordered. He just finished his morning run, the front part of his t-shirt soaked with sweat, and I watched how his jacket clung to the muscles on his rippling arms as he carried the box over to the table.

I grabbed the price gun and walked over to him.

"Hey." I greeted him.

"Hey, how are you?" He asked and took off his jacket, showing off his muscles.

"I'm doing good, how about you?" I answered, blushing from the impure thoughts I was having about him when he turned around and began hanging the new sweaters that were in the box.

"I'm doing good, too." I heard his voice, but I was too busy running my eyes slowly down his body. I couldn't help licking my lips when I imagined running my tongue anywhere I could get it.

"You work out every day?" I asked, wanting to divert my mind from jumping his bones right here and now. Hell, I'd probably break his back.

He turned around for another sweater and smiled, "Not every day." He chuckled.

I joined in, "I should go with you sometime." I laughed.

"You laugh, but you might actually enjoy it. It keeps the stress down." He turned back around and kept putting up the sweaters.

"I couldn't run from here to that door." I mumbled.

"Maybe, we could, uh…maybe we could start walking first." He suggested, "You want to?"

I sighed with a small smile and looked down, "No."

"You know, Angela, you've been putting a lot of time in this place, getting it open and all…" I heard him start to speak, but it was all drowned out when I looked up to see the front of his shirt clinging to his abs and pecks. I ran them up his neck and to his lips to see that they were smiling at me.

"Angela." He said.

I shook my head to clear it, "What'd you say?"

"Movies! Have some fun, laugh, and smile…want to go?" he asked.

I gasped quietly, "Okay." I agreed.

"Okay." He said with a huge smile and returned to putting up the sweaters.

For the rest of the day, I was on auto-pilot. I haven't…been with a man for a long time, and I don't know what to do on a date. I never really went on one with Ben after I got bigger, and if we did go on a date, I had to beg him first, and the entire time he would joke on my weight.

What am I supposed to do the entire time? Do I let him talk or do I talk? Maybe I should cancel…no, I won't cancel. I could call Bella or Alice, even Rose? No, I can't talk to them right now, not until I'm back on my feet.

"Angela."

OH! I could make up an excuse like, um, like I was sick or something! Yeah, sick, that sounds convincing. Or, I could tell him that I needed to wash my hair.

"Angela."

Hm, I could pull a Houdini and catch a train ride back to New York…

"ANGELA!" someone yelled.

I yelped and turned around to glare at whoever frightened me, but stopped when I saw it was Troy.

"Oh, Troy…sorry, I was, um, a little out of it there." I chuckled nervously.

Troy joined in, "It's fine, but you were pretty out of it. Something on your mind?" he asked.

"No, no, no, nothing at all." I said quickly, too quickly.

His eyes narrowed a little before he sighed and put on a small smile, "Well, if you're ready to go, we can head on over to the movie."

"What?" I looked around to see that the lights were off in the store, and only Troy and I were left, "How?" I turned back to him.

"I said you were out of it." He laughed, "So, you ready?"

"I…"

Don't panic, Ang, it's just a movie. He never said it was a date, so just chill, and go watch a movie with a friend.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I grabbed my purse and walked over to his sheriff truck, waiting while he locked the shop.

"So, what movie do you want to see?" Troy asked as we drove off to the theater.

"I don't know, maybe a comedy?" I suggested. I didn't want to see any romance movies, watching women having a love life while mine's was officially flushed down the drain was not my cup of tea.

"That movie 'The Grown Ups' is out, I heard it was pretty good."

"Yeah, we should see that one then." I agreed.

Two hours, a large popcorn, and a medium soda later, Troy and I were stumbling out of the theater in a fit of laughter. That movie was excellent.

"That was so funny." I giggled as we drove away.

"Man, I haven't laughed like that in a while." I nodded my head in agreement. I haven't laughed like that in forever actually.

"Are you hungry?" Troy asked. I rubbed my stomach softly, my over grown stomach that would growl any minute.

"No, I'm fine." I said. I could make something when I get back at the shop, but I don't want to look like a pig.

"I saw you rub your stomach, Angela, so, again I ask you, are you hungry?"

"A little." Troy sighed and turned into the quaint diner that had delicious sandwiches.

We ordered, and sat there waiting for our food in awkward silence.

"Look, Angela, I know that you aren't comfortable eating around me, but I want to let you know that contrary to your popular belief, I don't see you as fat. You can be yourself around me and not have to worry about if I'm going to point out your weight…I'm not Ben."

I sighed, "I know you're not Ben, but I can't help but to think about my weight and how I look."

"If it bothers you that much, then do something about it." I looked in his eyes and saw that he was sincere. He cared about how I felt about myself. And even if i didn't change, I know he would be my friend even if I stayed the way I was.

"Do what?"

"Walk with me in the mornings. Then after you've gotten used to it we can jog, then run, but we'll do it together." He offered.

I thought about how spending more time with Troy wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Okay, I'll try it." I whispered.

"Good." Troy smiled. When our food came we ate in comfortable silence, not needing to say a word, but knowing the other was just fine staying quiet. It was moments like this when I was grateful that I became friends with someone with a similar personality.

Troy took me home and left after telling me we would walk around six in the morning. I wasn't exactly thrilled about getting up so early, but I guess it's better than walking in the sun.

The whole night I tossed and turned, worried about how it would be to actually change how I look. I mean, if I kept this up, maybe, just maybe, I could look in the mirror and not be disgusted with what I saw.

I groaned and woke up to the sound of my alarm, giving me an hour to wash up and get ready, before Troy gets here to exercise.

An hour later I was in pink sweats and ready to go walking. I heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Troy in blue and white sweats.

"Good morning, Angela, how was your night?" Troy asked as we started our walk. Apparently, we'll walk until I say I can't walk anymore.

"It was okay, how was yours?" I didn't want to tell him that I barely got an hour of sleep, because I was nervous about exercising! How the hell would that sound?

"It was good. Okay, when you feel like you can't walk anymore, just tell me and we'll rest before walking back." Troy said and I nodded my head, preparing myself for the road ahead.

Two hours, four miles, and a bottle of water later, Troy and I were walking into the dinner to get a healthy breakfast. I cannot believe I was so nervous to walk with Troy. The whole time, we talked and got to know each other better. I had never felt so comfortable with a man, not even with Ben. I loved this, but I feared it as well. I could feel myself getting closer to Troy, closer than I should, and I know he would never be interested in someone like me.

We ordered two fruit salads and some apple juice.

"You did really well today, Ang. Normally, first timers wouldn't even be able to reach two miles in this cold." Troy complemented.

"That and as big as I am, I'm surprised I was even out there for five minutes." I chuckled and looked down at our salad the waitress just bought us. I stopped and looked up, worried that I didn't hear Troy join in, but the last emotion I expected to see was the anger and frustration in Troy's eyes.

"Why do you do that?" he nearly hissed.

"Do what?" my voice trembled from the fear that I tried not to show. Immediately, Troy's eyes softened, but I could still see the frustration in his eyes and with the way his eyebrows puckered together.

"Why do you put yourself down like that?" He asked and stared deeply into my eyes. I tried to look away, but his would bore through the side of my head and I had to look at him again, wanting to know the emotions that drifted in his eyes.

"It's just easier to put myself down before Ben does, and before you say it, I know that you aren't Ben, but old habits die hard. I guess I've gotten comfortable with making fun of myself, so Ben can't say it first." I admitted.

"No, Angela, you're not comfortable with it, and quite frankly you're making me uncomfortable too!"

I was surprised with his confession, "I'm sorry, I didn't…I didn't know."

Troy sighed, "Angela, you are beautiful, intelligent, and strong. I watched as Ben broke you down, but you got back up time and time again. I don't want to hear you putting yourself down again, because you are so much better than what you give yourself credit for."

Troy softly wiped the tears that were falling down my cheeks away before slowly leaning over the table. I felt myself leaning in as well, and without breaking eye contact, our lips touched, and I felt a spark ignite. My whole body tingled deliciously as I softly sucked on his bottom lip. Troy's soft lips caressed mine. I felt his tongue skim across my bottom lip, asking for permission and I granted it wholeheartedly. Our tongues wrestled softly as I tasted the watermelon from his fruit salad. I heard him moan softly bringing me back to reality that we were still in the diner.

I pulled back quickly, "Hmm, Troy." I giggled, "Um, we're still…" I gestured around me.

He chuckled lightly, "Sorry." He apologized.

"No, no, it's fine, but…Troy, I just got out of a relationship and I'm really vulnerable right now. I'm not going to have sex before I'm married again, so…" I tried to explain.

His eyebrows furrowed, "So, you think that's I want that from you?"

"Every guy wants something from someone, right?" I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Some guys just want someone to love." Troy said. I resisted the urge to snort, and searched his eyes. What I saw must have been my imagination…it just..., it couldn't be.

That's not possible…not for me, .now.

BPOV

I was at work looking over the pictures my intern just took, and couldn't help but to feel exasperated with what he has given me. I keep telling him the same thing, but he doesn't seem to get it, and I'm tired of wasting my time.

I pushed my intercom button for my secretary.

"How may I help you Mrs. Cullen?" Nancy asked. Nancy was this sweet woman in her fifties who wanted a job that wouldn't take her away from her family, but now that her kids are out of the house, and her husband works all day, she wanted something to do as well, so I let her have this job.

"Nancy, I've told you time and time again to call me Bella, please." I chuckled, "Can you send in Tyler for me?" I requested.

"Yes ma'am, Ms. Bella." I clicked off and I sighed, I would never win with her.

Tyler Crowley walked in with his usual white dress shirt, black dress pants, greasy hair, glasses, and as usual, he was wearing a funky tie. This time it was a SpongeBob Squarepants tie.

"Tyler, please sit." I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. He did as was told and I could tell right off the bat that he was about to hyperventilate.

"Breathe, Tyler, I'm not giving up on you yet." I sighed, "I know you remember what I told you when you completed the very first test assignment I gave you, when you came into my office, fresh out of college, and requested for me to be your mentor." He nodded his head. I had him take a photo of a simple red rose, but to make it his own. He could use any back drop, any light, any whatever he wanted to take the photo with.

"I had to do the assignment about ten times, before I finally got it right." He chuckled.

I nodded my head, "Every time you gave me your photo you would ask if you got it right, and I'd fail you time and time again. Finally, you broke and ranted about how you didn't care what I thought and that you thought your photo was excellent, no matter what I said." I continued.

"And you applauded and told me that I passed and to remember that 'It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, the only opinion that matters is your own'. I think about that every time I take a photo."

"I know you do, and that is what I'm trying to break you away from. I should have explained in greater detail about that lesson, but I guess it's better late than never. That motto is solely for projects that you do on your own or when they are going in our magazine. When I give you an assignment or you are appointed a client, you give them what they want, not what you believe is great and totally disregard their requests." I explained.

"But, you…"

"I know what I said to you, Tyler," I interrupted, "But, I also didn't explain to you how that motto has exceptions. I'm making you into a photographer that can not only express how they feel through their pictures, but who can also wow a client and give them what they want along with putting your emotions into their pictures. That is how this business is, and every assignment that I have given you, you either deviate from it or you give me a photo worth shit." His eyes widened at my use of language.

I sighed, "Tyler, when you give me a photo where you've deviated from my assignment, I have to admit that they are stunning and they have emotion, but they can always be much better. I give you these assignments for a reason. That assignment where I sent you to take a photo of a hummingbird in flight was to help you with your motion photography, but you gave me a picture of a hummingbird drinking nectar. I gave you an assignment to capture the precise moment when the sun is coming up and the moon is fading to help your lighting photography, but you gave me a picture of the sun with a rainbow." I was getting frustrated all over again.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cullen," I glared, "I me-mean, B-Bella. I didn't know…"

"No, you didn't know! Tyler, you don't know, and that's why you came to me for my help. You need to learn how to put your emotions into your assignment! If you're pissed at me for making you do a certain assignment, then let that show! Or, if you're happy with an assignment, then let that show, but damn it if you gave me another worthless photo, and waste my time when I could be doing something else, do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am." He said quickly.

"Good, now your next assignment is to get all your friends and have them bounce on something, a trampoline or a bed, I don't care, but take photos of them in the air. Have fun with it." I assigned him.

"Um, I don't…I don't have a lot of friends." He confessed nervously.

"Well, use family members, a girlfriend, friends that you do have, or acquaintances, I don't care."

"Um, I don't…think anyone would want to do that for me." He hesitated.

"And, why is that?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know, not many people want to be friends with me or help me." He ran his fingers through his hair and wiped the grease on his pants. Tyler Crowley wasn't a bad looking kid, but with his style and the way he holds himself, I'd guess that they saw him as a nerd.

"So, what are you going to do about that?"

"Could you, possibly, help me…with my, um, everything?" Tyler asked as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Tyler, you don't have to change yourself…"

"I'm not changing myself, Bella," He interrupted, "But, I want to have friends and I want to have a girlfriend. Damn it, I want my first kiss!" he ranted.

"I understand…"

"NO! No, you don't understand, Bella. I've always been like this," he gestured to his entire body, "Whatever this is. I was that guy with the pocket protector, suspenders, and glasses that were taped together in the middle. I was that guy that was dumped in the trash bins or was stuffed in his locker. I was that guy that was made fun of everyday, even by the chess club, and I was that guy who was stood up at prom by their own cousin…I was that guy who took his mother to the prom. So, forgive when I say that you couldn't possibly understand the hell I went through in high school." Tyler held his head in his hands as he told me about his life.

I got up from behind my desk and sat in the chair that was next to him and rubbed his back soothingly as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Ty, I wasn't the popular girl in school either…"

"Please, Mrs. Cullen, no offense, but can you spare me your sad story. I've already read your biography about you growing up and your life in high school, so please, don't try to compare your lifestyle of driving a Mercedes Benz when you were sixteen to me still being driven by my mother when I was a senior."

I sighed, he was right, his life was much worse than mine, and I had absolutely no idea what he went through.

"Tyler." I said and waited for him to look at me before I grabbed his hand for support, "Exactly, why do you want to change?" I don't want to change him into some raging player with a huge ego when he finally gets some friends and girls.

"I want to be noticed. I don't want someone knocking me over or bumping into me and hearing the same thing I always hear, 'Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there'. I want to be like…" I heard my door open, "I want to be like him." Tyler was looking at whoever was standing in my doorway, and I turned around.

Standing there was Edward in his scrubs, staring at Tyler and I's clasped hands for a minute before looking up to see my tear stained face. His eyes immediately showed concern.

"Um, Tyler, this is my husband, Edward Cullen." I introduced them.

Tyler stood up and held out his hand and shaking Edward's.

"Tyler Crowley." He introduced himself.

"I'm Edward, nice to meet you." Edward said before turning to me.

"Um, Tyler, can you give us a minute?" I asked.

"Sure, Bella." He agreed and closed his door on the way out.

I sighed heavily and sat on my desk, massaging my temples.

"Um…can I ask why you were holding his hand and crying? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Edward started to panic.

"Calm down, baby, we're fine. I was holding his hand and crying, because he was telling me his life in high school and it was…" I shook my head, unable to find the right word. "He wants me to change him and give him a make-over. And, now, apparently, he wants to be like you."

"Like me?" he questioned.

"Well, you are quite handsome." I giggled while he chuckled, "So, why are you here?"

"My car broke down before I got to the hospital and it's in the shop, now. I took a cab over here, so I could get your keys to the SUV. I'll pick you up and drop you off at Alice's after work, so the guys and I can finish…what we were doing." Edward caught himself before he divulged what he and the men were doing and I didn't bother trying to get it out of him.

I handed him my keys and walked him out of my office, through the building, and back to the car.

"I should be done by six, so don't be late! I want to take a nap before we do whatever you guys have planned." I mumbled. My voice was weary and I was in desperate need of a nap.

"Maybe, I should take you home, momma, you look really tired." He said and rubbed my back. I loved when he called me momma; it made my tummy flutter like butterflies.

"No, I can't go home, yet, since I have to deal with Tyler and a few other things." I mumbled and rubbed my forehead. I just really wanted to go to sleep, going out and doing whatever Edward and the boys had planned does not sound fun right now.

"Okay, call me if you want me to come pick you up earlier, baby." I nodded my head and gave Edward a kiss before watching him drive off.

I walked back inside and to my office with Tyler right on my heels, excited to hear my decision. I sat back at my desk and rubbed my temples before looking up to see Tyler vibrating like Alice would do.

I took out my phone and called the two other people I knew could help me with this. I three-wayed a call with Alice and Rose.

"Hey, Bella!" they both answered at the same time.

"Alice?"

"Rose?" they asked in confusion simultaneously again causing them to break out in giggles and me joining in.

"Hey, girls, I need your help." I greeted them.

"Go for it, Bells, you know we're there." Rose assured me.

"It's time for operation two-faced." I said seriously, earning a gasp from both of them.

"Who, Bella?" Alice asked. In her voice I could hear the fashionista coming out.

I looked at Tyler and shook my head a little, "It's too…unexplainable. Meet me at the mall in half an hour and bring comfortable shoes, we'll be there for a while."

"On it!" they assured before hanging up.

I looked up to Tyler, "Don't let your new look go to your head. Whoever is going to be your new friends are eventually going to find out who the real you is, and if you hide behind your new look, they will never be true friends. Do you understand what I am saying to you?"

"I do, Mrs. Cullen, thank you so much!" he jumped up, kissed my cheek, and ran out.

"It's," I began to yell, but the door had already slammed shut, "Bella." I whispered. Chuckling, I called for a cab to pick us up. I looked at the pile of papers that were on my desk, most were reviews from clients, but others were payments, or photos that I had to critique. I guess they could wait until later.

I checked the time to see that it was only nine o'clock in the morning, so we had plenty of time to complete this operation. I got a call from the cab telling me that he was outside. I put on my coat and gloves after switching to my flat boots, grabbed my silver Coach wristlet, and headed for the cab. I couldn't find Tyler anywhere in the building on my way, and I planned on asking the cab driver to wait a minute when I saw that he was already in the cab waiting.

I got in and we were off to the mall with Tyler asking me question after question about how I grew up, how it felt to be 'rich' when I was a teenager, in which I had to tell him what my parents always told me, 'we're rich and you're broke', so technically, they were the ones with the money and I was the moocher.

He even asked about my marriage, not personally things, just how it felt to be in love, and how I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Edward. That was my favorite question.

I giggled softly, "It's kind of backwards, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Edward when I saw that his ex-girlfriend was trying to push herself on him again. Her name was Kate Dawson, and she was a classic, cheerleading hoe."

"What happened?" he asked with wide eyes, awaiting my story.

"Well…"

Flashback

I was walking down the hallway with Alice and Rosalie. They were excitedly talking about the upcoming shopping spree that was to come for our senior prom, but I couldn't care less, I just wanted to see the man I had fallen deeply in love with.

"Bella, are you listening?" Alice nearly screeched. She hated when I tune her out during one of her 'I can't wait to do this at the mall' speeches.

"Sure, sure." I had gotten used to saying that, because of our other good friend Jacob Black, best friend to Emmett Cullen, my boyfriend's oldest brother.

Jacob was always hanging around us, even when we were coupled off, and he would be the seventh wheel, though he never seemed to mind. He was Emmett's loyal friend, and was not only going to work as a mechanic at the shop Emmett and Rose were planning on starting, but was also going to be the best man at their wedding. Yes, Emmett and Rose were getting married.

I had watched him when Emmett and Rose told us the news, and he seemed to be forcing a smile, not truly happy that they would be starting a life together. I guess he was afraid of losing his best friend, which is understandable. From what I understand, it has always been Emmet and Jacob when they were growing up. The Dynamic Duo!

"Isabella Marie Gabriele Swan, if you do not listen…!" Alice began to yell.

"LOOK!" Rose yelled, officially cutting of Alice and pointing in front of us. I looked up to see…Edward talking to none other than that bitch Kate Dawson. That disgusting slut broke my man's heart and now she wants him back. Can anyone say 'NO WAY IN HELL!'

I started to stalk towards them, ready to pull that fake brunette hair off her head. Yes, you heard me, that bitch dyed her hair brunette after Edward told her that's what he prefers, now. Brunette was the closest she could get to my mahogany color.

"Bella, please don't kick ass here, I don't want you to be forbidden to go to the prom by the principal!" Alice whisper yelled, but I couldn't give a shit about that damn prom. The whole year, this cum-sucking slut has tried to take Edward away from me and it's time for her to go down!

"I understand why she had to take Ti Quan Do, but does she have to use it here?" I heard Rose ask Alice. I'm surprised she said that, seeing as she would be the first to take any woman down if they are trying to seduce Emmett.

I've always taken Ti Quan Do as a child, but I stopped when I was eleven. I started back up a couple of years ago, when I was raped, and now, I could literally snap your neck in half with my bear hands if I wanted to, but I'm not much of a killer.

Kate pushed Edward against the locker and started to kiss him and at that time I had finally reached them. Wrapping her hair in my hands, I yanked back and threw her on the floor, reveling in the screech that came from her. The hallway went deathly slilent.

"YOU BITCH!" she yelled.

I bitch-slapped her before dropping to one knee and dug the other one into her ribcage. She gasped out of pain and clawed at my knee. I made sure she was looking me right in the eye before I started to speak.

"If you ever put your crusty, herpes infested lips on my man again, I will wrap you around the pole you dance on, do you understand me, bitch?" I asked deathly calm.

She nodded her head with wide, fearful eyes, and I let her go, watching her scurry away on her knees, then on her seven inch, stiletto cladded feet.

I turned around to Edward and pushed him against the lockers forcefully, ".mine!"

He chuckled before spinning me around, so I was pinned against the lockers, "Always." He assured before kissing me with all the passion he could muster in front of everyone.

End of Flashback

"Woah, you were so cool!" Tyler said as we pulled into the mall.

"Were? I still am!" I giggled, "I'll still smack a bitch if you're pushing up on my man, especially if you see that I'm his wife. Then you're just asking to get your ass whooped."

We laughed and got out of the car when he pulled up to the front. I paid him with a tip before we headed for the doors.

I walked in with Tyler behind me to see Alice and Rose were sitting at the fountain. They were too much into their conversation of whatever to even notice that we were now standing in front of them, until I cleared my throat loudly to catch their attention.

They jumped and looked up, "Bella!" they squealed and hugged me tightly.

"Hey, girlies, glad you made it." I laughed before stepping outside, "And this…is the objective." I pointed to Tyler.

They gasped and shook their heads as they looked him up and down. I watched Alice closely, fashion tended to get her riled up, and she would get pissed if someone abused it. I got myself ready to jump on her as I watched her eyes hardened.

She grabbed Tyler's tie and yanked it. Oh God, a clip on! "YOU DARE CALL YOURSELF A TIE?" Alice screeched at it before throwing the tie on the floor, spitting on it, and stomped it into the ground. Then she turned to Tyler, "And you! If I ever see you wear a tie like that again, I will hang you from the Brooklyn Bridge with them, do you understand me?" Alice yelled at him.

"Y-Yes m-m-ma'am." Tyler stuttered and stepped behind me.

"Alice, calm down." I sighed, "We have about six and a half hours to make this right, okay?"

"Okay, we don't have much time. We're going to have to split up, and Tyler will come with me. Rose, you have his classic rock look. Bella, you have his professional look, since he works for you. And I have his casual look. Afterwards, we'll meet back here around three o'clock and we'll go to where he lives and throw out all his clothes and replace them with ours! Then we'll take him to 'The Only One'." Alice ordered.

Rose and I gasped, "Ali, do you really think it will take 'The Only One' to fix that?" Rose asked as she pointed to Tyler.

"Yes, Rose, I think he will be the only one who will know how to fix that." Alice assured us. "Now, are we ready?" Rose and I nodded our heads. "Go! And feel free to rehydrate if need be!" Alice yelled as she dragged Tyler behind her.

Rose and I split to opposite directions, and I went off to get Tyler his new professional look, which would be pretty easy, since I didn't make a dress code, but the challenge will be to find the right look for him.

I walked into the only store that could turn a geek into a hot guy. Calvin Klein!

I spent all my time in there, leaving me only one hour to get him the right shoes that could go with the perfectly match clothes of pants, shirts, and jackets, but only eight outfits were my favorite. I walked out of there with twenty four bags in my hands and went to the Gucci store for men to buy matching shoes. Yes, I could have gotten his shoes from Calvin Klein, but what fun is there to going to just one store…! Oh, man, I'm turning into Alice!

After spending my hour buying pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes, I walked out with seven of their workers carrying all my bags, after they saw me struggling.

I walked to the fountain where I saw Rose already there with seven people carrying her bags as well.

"I see you had to get people to carry your bags too, Bellsy." Rose nodded her head, "I've taught you well." She pretended to wipe her fake tears.

"I taught her well too!" I heard Alice yell behind me. I turned around to see an excited Alice and an exhausted Tyler with…one, two, three, four…eleven people behind her!

"Alice, how much did you buy?" I asked flabbergasted.

"What? He needs a whole new wardrobe, plus I can't let him wear the same clothes over and over again!" she explained like it was obvious.

I shook my head, "Come on, time is running out, and we have to clean out his closet, put these clothes in, and get him to 'The Only One'. Then, we have to get ourselves ready for whatever our husbands have planned for us." I rubbed my forehead, "I need a nap." I sighed.

"You're telling me. I was working on a 1965 Ford Mustang today, I didn't get any sleep, because I've started experiencing all day and night sickness, and my back is starting to ache! Let's get this done, so I can take a nap before getting ready…if I go." Rose mumbled the last part after her rant.

"Ugh, I hate getting that bubbly gut feeling, but I don't throw up and get it over with." I groaned, Rosalie nodded her head in agreement.

We started to walk out of the mall, "Alice, are you driving the SUV?"

"Yeah, why?" she asked.

"Tyler and I are going to have to ride with you, since Edward took mine after his car broke down." She nodded her head and continued to walk over to the SUV without looking at me or seeming like she was paying attention. I wonder what's going on with her.

The people put all the bags in the trunk and some in the back row. We tipped them for their generosity and headed out. Rose followed behind us, and Tyler gave us directions to his apartment.

"Um, it's a small apartment, and I doubt that all these clothes are going to fit in my closet and dresser." Tyler informed us when we were walking up the stairs to his door.

"That's fine. If need be, we can always order another dresser, and you'll put the rest of your clothes away when it arrives." Rose suggested.

Tyler opened his apartment, and let us ladies walk in first. Small was a good description, but it was cozy. It was furnished well, and was tied together nicely.

"Your mother decorated it for you didn't she?" I asked.

He chuckled shyly, "Yeah, but she let me put in my own flavor too." I nodded my head, obviously seeing that in the Batman lamp he had.

"Okay, people, let's get these bags in here and in his wardrobe." Alice said. It didn't take too long, since we carried multiple bags up and down the stairs, but I was still more than glad when the last bag was brought up and into his room.

Rose and I flopped on the couch with simultaneous heavy sighs. I massaged my feet, while Rose rubbed her tummy. I looked up to see Alice looking at us with a blank expression before she shook her head and walked into Tyler's room. I heard bags rustling, so I guessed they were putting up clothes.

"Are you getting a weird vibe from Alice?" I whisper to Rose.

"Yeah, I asked her to rub my lower back at the mall, and she rolled her eyes before complying. I don't know what's up with her, but I don't like it." Rose said.

"Come on, let's go help them. The faster we get all this done, the faster we can take a nap." I heaved myself off the couch with Rose and walked to his room.

On the bed was Tyler's old clothes and they pretty much looked like what he wore to work, except for the very large and colorful pile of ties that was by the clothes. I walked over to the note that was sitting on the tie pile and in Alice's handwriting was the word 'Burn' on them.

At first I thought it was pretty harsh to say that they all should be burned, but after I had sifted through the pile of Batman, Rugrats, Piano, checkered, and many, many other weird ties, I had figured that we could keep the pile until we went down to Forks and use it to make a bonfire in La Push.

We finished putting up all the clothes we could in two hours, and was ready to head out to 'The Only One', when I got a call.

"Wait you guys, I'm getting a call from Edward." I said. Alice sighed and walked out of the room. I ignored her and answered.

"Hey, Babe, what's up?" I asked.

"What's up? What's up is that I almost got an ulcer when I came to pick you up and everyone said that they hadn't seen or heard from you in hours. Where are you, Bella? Are you okay?" Edward explained hysterically.

"Edward, breathe, I'm okay. I'm with Alice, Rose, and Tyler, because we're giving him a make-over. I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to call and tell you that I didn't need you to pick me up."

I heard Edward breathe a sigh of relief, "Please, don't ever do that again! I almost called the police."

I giggled, "I promise I won't do that again. I've got to go, Edward."

"Okay, bye, babe, I love you."

"I love you too." I said and hung up before walking into the living room, "Okay, let's go."

"Finally." I heard Alice whisper and walked out.

I stopped Rose from going after her, and decided that I would find out what her problem was.

I climbed into the passenger seat, making Tyler ride with Rose, since this could get ugly.

"So, would you like to explain to me what your problem is?" I asked when we pulled out of the lot and onto the road.

"What are you talking about?" Alice mumbled.

"I'm talking about you acting like a complete bitch to Rose and I, what is your problem?"

"I don't have the problem, but it seems that you and Rose always do." She said cryptically.

"I don't understand."

"You should. You two are always complaining and bitching about one thing after another. 'Something smells bad, this hurts and that hurts. You can't smell like this, because it makes me sick. I'm so tired, I need a nap.' Maybe, you two shouldn't have gotten pregnant if you're going to complain about everything so much. You acted like you wanted a baby, and now that you have one, all I've heard is your complaining along with Rose's. God only knows how her and Emmett got pregnant!" Alice ranted.

I breathed in and out deeply, preventing myself from using her own SUV to run her ass over.

"Pull over." I said through gritted teeth.

"What?" she looked at me.

"PULL THE HELL OVER BEFORE I THROW YOU THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!" I screeched. It was taking me all I had to not do that, and she was pushing it.

She pulled over and I immediately got out. I saw Rose pull over with us and I started walking over to her car. Okay, I was more or less stomping over to her car, but you get the idea.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Rose asked as she got out of the car. I walked up to her and told her everything that Alice said.

"WHAT?" Rose yelled and started to stalk over to Alice.

"Rose!" I called after her and ran to catch up. We stopped about a foot away from Alice who wouldn't even look at us; she was just staring at the cars driving by.

"Are you going to explain yourself?" Rose asked annoyed.

"Explain what?" Alice whispered. We could barely hear here over the cars that were zooming by.

"Explain your bitch-like quality! What's your problem, Alice?"

"Bella obviously told you. Both of your complaining is getting on my nerves. If you didn't want to be in pain or be so tired then you shouldn't have gotten pregnant." She looked at us then, and the girl I was looking at was not my cousin. She was a cold, heartless, bitch who was about to be dead, but aside from that, I could tell she was hiding something.

"Something is going on with you and I want to know what?" I asked.

We all stood there quietly before Alice sighed and turned back to the cars. "I told Jasper. I told him that I was ready to start a family with him and he said that he doesn't want to. He doesn't think I'm ready."

"So, you decide to be a bitch to us just because Jasper turned you down? I don't think Jasper is wrong! You need to get your shit together before you bring a baby into this world. You didn't want a baby a few days ago and now you do! You got your tubes tied behind Jasper's back, and you denied him his family for so long! I don't know where you get off treating us like shit, because for once he denied you, but I promise you, if you do not get your shit together, I will smack the common sense back into the left side of your brain!" I yelled before stalking off to Rose's car with her following behind me and got in.

Rose slammed her door, started the car, and sped off. Tyler had decided to ride with Alice, since he was afraid of Rose's constant glares, though they weren't directed to him personally.

"I could just…I could just…I don't what I would do to that girl, but she would have it! I'm so pissed I can't think straight!" Rose ranted as she wove through people.

"I get that, but can you not get us killed? Slow down, Rose." I said and she brought it from one hundred to seventy and stayed in the fast lane.

I took the time to think about how Alice could be feeling right now. I know that she has to be feeling jealousy for our pregnancy, and that is what is truly fueling her anger for our complaining, but it still didn't give her the right to say what she said.

"Let's just get this over with. I'll get ready at your house, plus my better dresses are there." I mumbled. Ten minutes later we pulled into 'The Warehouse'.

We all got out and walked over to the huge metal door. Alice did the secret knock and slowly the door crept open. When that happened to me the first time, I was scared shitless, but then I found out that it did that, because it was an old door and needed to be old frequently.

When it was fully open, everyone inside was buzzing around, as usual, with their clients, but we were here to see the 'The Only One'. He is the only person who can get Tyler perfect. I walked over to the front desk where a woman who was wearing way to much make-up was sitting.

"Hello, I need 'The Only One'." I whispered.

Her eyes got wide, "Name."

"Izzy Cudden." I told her. Anyone who was a client or knew how to get 'The Only One' had to use alias names, because he was so widely wanted, but only took the ones he wanted. He wouldn't even do most celebrities that found out about him. If anyone found out that you were his client, they would harass you to get to him, so the alias names kept you safe.

She checked for my name and saw that I was on the list. "He's in the usual."

I knew exactly what she meant. Rose, Alice, and a frightened Tyler followed me to where he always was. When we got there I knocked.

"Enter." I heard from behind the door.

I entered the room to see 'The Only One' was turned around facing his TV in his tall chair that hid his entire body.

"It's Izzy, you're most talented." I greeted him with respect.

"Come forward, Izzy, I have missed you." he said. I walked over to his chair, but stood a little behind it. He lifted up his hand, and I kissed his ring.

"I have a favor to ask of you, oh great one." I said timidly.

"Speak." He granted.

"I have Reese and Adice with me, along with a new one who is in need of your hands." I begged.

'The Only One' finally turned around and presented himself.

"What the hell?" Tyler said. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Tyler! Don't say something stupid." I hissed.

"No, no, it's fine. By the looks of it, I can tell that he would have never found out about me. People like that are skeptical, so I know he wouldn't believe what he is seeing." 'The Only One' reassured.

You see, 'The Only One' is an eleven year old boy who has hands of an angel. His real name is Ryan Evans, but no one is allowed to call him that without his permission. I only trusted him to cut my hair, and every time he did, he never disappointed me. The reason he must be kept a secret is, well, pretty obvious. He doesn't have a license, he's underage, and this would be considered breaking the child labor laws.

"I know what it looks like, but he will fix you up perfectly. You have to trust him." Rose explained.

Tyler stood there for a minute staring at Ryan and nodded.

"Okay…okay, I trust you." he said.

"Good, now come over here and sit, so I can work my magic." Ryan commanded. Tyler hesitantly walked over and sat in his chair. "You girls can wait outside 'til I'm done."

We nodded and walked out of his office. Rose and I linked arms and started to walk over to the chairs, leaving Alice to do whatever she wanted. I could feel her eyes looking at us, but I didn't bother looking at her. I feared if I did, I would end up in jail.

"I wonder what he will look after this." Rose mused out loud.

"I wonder how his attitude's going to change after this." I mused. If he becomes arrogant or something that I don't enjoy being around, I don't think I will keep him as an intern.

I laid my head on Rosalie's shoulder and she placed her's on top of mine. If we're going to be waiting, I might as well get a nap in.

I felt myself being shaken awake, but I didn't want to wake up just yet.

"Bella, get up, Tyler's ready." I heard Rose's voice whisper.

I groaned and opened my eyes, "How long have I been out?" I grumbled.

"A little over an hour, sweets." She said and helped me to stand up. We walked back into his office and saw that the chair had been turned back around and Ryan was standing beside it. Alice was leaning against the wall with a blank face.

"Ladies, I would like to present you to the new Tyler!" Ryan yelled and spun the chair around. In front of us was a boy I would have never suspected was Tyler. His hair was shorter, cleaner, and his short bangs you sweeped to the side. His glasses were off, letting his piercing, icy blue eyes show.

"Tyler!" I gasped, "You look amazing!" I gushed.

"Fantastic!" Alice squealed.

"Handsome!" Rose complemented.

He turned a light shade of pink and gave us a shy smile, "Thank you. And thank you, Ryan, for changing…this." He gestured to his face.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Now, that will be a hundred and twenty for the hair and forty five for the contacts." He said quickly and held out his hand. I took out my wallet and handed it all to him in cash.

"Thank you, and have a nice day ladies and new gentleman."

We said our thanks and left. We walked outside and stood by the cars.

"Come on, Tyler, we'll drop you off at your apartment." I said.

"I'll do it." Alice mumbled as she got in her SUV, "You wanted to take a nap anyway and I closed the boutique for the rest of the day, so I have nothing to do until later tonight so…"

"Fine." I shrugged and got in.

Rose and I looked at each other before driving off. We both knew that excuse was bull, so why did she really want to drop Tyler off.

A/N: So, what do you think? How do you think Angela is doing? What's up with Alice? What's going to happen with her and Tyler? You'll have to find out in the next update! Please review also, I would love to get your input and what you thought!