Haha sorry I lied!!
I've had this chapter written for awhile, but my dad was a hogging the computer for the whole week and school has been crazy!
Anyways, here is the interview. Not much action, but it will answer your questions. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do next chapter, and it involves clubbing, but after that, I am not sure what to do. Can anyone give me ideas?
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.
Emmet (haha) POV
My brothers and I jumped into my jeep.
Edward was mumbling incoherently, but he finally spat something that sounded like "We're going to Los Vegas". I figured that he wanted to get some more information on Bella's whereabouts.
I was bored, so I started fiddling with the radio, trying to find some good rock station to tune out Edward, when I caught some lady saying "Isabella".
I turned up the radio so I wouldn't have to strain my amazing vampire hearing skillage.
"Heelll-lloooo good people of Los Vegas! In five very short minutes we are going to have a live interview with upcoming model Isabella Swan. For the first time ever she is going to share to the world her personal life and what exactly happened on her road to stardom!"
I raised my eyebrows and Edward had forgotten his babbling and was now listening intently to the women on the radio, which now had some techno rap crap playing. He whipped down the little T.V. screen that was on the roof of the car so we could see Bella when she made her live appearance.
I felt soo sorry for Jasper. He was now curled into a ball, with his muscular arms wrapped around his legs, and rocking back and forth on the back seat. All of Eddie's anger, sorrow, and self-loathing were really getting to the poor boy! He was trying his hardest not to spread the emotion to me but he was bottling everything up inside of him. Aww, what a great brother to have!
After a few minutes of listening to worthless crap that America now called 'music', the women appeared on the screen and saying,
"Welcome, Los Vegas and America! I am your hostess tonight and today we have a very special guest! She is young, very mysterious, but also super sexy! Folks, ya'll (A/N ARGHHH!!! Hate that word! I live around people who say that all the time, and it bugs the freakin' crap out of me! Anyways, back to my story…) who I'm talkin' about! People, please put your hands together for Isabella Swan!" the hostess said with much enthusiasm.
The crowd clapped wildly and the men wolf whistled as a young, peppy but very sexy brunette strutted down, model-style, on the walkway to the stage.
The new Bella was super hawt! She had almost impossibly glossy dark chocolate hair with a few unnatural, lighter gold colored locks that graced her silky mane and was curled into slight, large ringlets on the tips and flowed to the middle of her back. She had dark brown side-swept bangs that hung over one brown eye.
Although her eye color was slightly boring, her makeup was done to the uttermost perfection! Her lids were heavily coated with sparkly gray shadow. Whoever helped with her makeup really got the whole 'smoky eye' thing created. Her once uneven eyebrows were now freshly waxed into a sexy feminine arch.
There was a tiny bit of pink on her high cheek bones, but that could have been the result of walking onstage live in front of millions of people around the world, wishing she would trip to make their pathetic lives worth-while.
Her new surgery-perfected bee-stung lips were coated with layers and layers of pale pink gloss and were stretched wide in a smile over her new ultra-laser-whitened-movie-star-perfect white teeth.
Her teeth and lips weren't the only things that were fixed by a doctor. Her old, almost non-existent chest was now sporting massive D-cups. I knew that they were there, courtesy of plastic surgery breast implants, because my all-perfect memory could not recall that there was a scientific way that her breasts could have almost quadrupled in size from three years ago.
Bella's hips swayed seductively as she walked confidently in cheetah high heels (A/N she changed shoes) toward the middle-aged hostess and extended one perfectly French-manicured hand.
"Hawl-lo," she spoke in a high, sweet voice. It had an obnoxious edge to it though.
"Isabella, welcome and please have a seat," the hostess directed, pointing an obviously fake french-tip in the direction of the overly fluffy tan showroom sofa.
Bella gently plopped down and wiggled around to try and be comfortable while the lady with faux-red hair gracefully settled into her chair and her bony, sized 00 butt on the edge and placed her skinny arms that was covered in white cashmere on the thigh of her dark denim skinny jeans. She leaned slightly forward; she was all business and was confident that she could milk any super-model's juicy secrets out of there tightly sealed glossy lips.
"Good afternoon Isabella. Now, we are going to cut out all of the lame welcomes, since we are cut very short on time today, and get right down to business. Your past is such a mystery, but after tonight hopefully America will know a little bit more to understand you.
"Now I will start with the simple questions. Like, what is your full name?"
Bella giggled, "Isabella Marie Swan."
"Date of birth?" the red-head fired.
"September 13th. I am 21 now." (a/n haha too lazy to find out what year!)
"Hometown?"
Bella rolled her large onyx lined eyes, "Gawd! These are like those questions that were awn my rehab entry forms!" Edward gawked at the screen and the hostess looked a little uncomfortable, as if slightly angering her little guest would drive her off the stage without answering her ah-noying questions. "Arizona, by the way," Bella finished.
"Ok then, harder questions. You just mentioned rehab. Please tell us about that. Like, why did you go and how many times have you been?"
"Well, I've only been once, I think, but it was pointless. I went for my extreme alcohol and drug addiction," I could swear I heard Edward's jaw hit the floor, "but I lied and said I was getting better, so the let me out early!" Bella clapped to herself and smiled big for the crowd who were shaking their heads sadly.
"Have you had any relationships lately, male or female?"
"Weeelll, I'm no lesbo or anything, but I have been spending most of my time with my best friend, Lauren (A/N Yes, that Lauren from Twilight!) And we go clubbing like EVERY night! But as for males, I've had one serious boyfriend. I haven't had any official boyfriends lately, but I have been engaged in some hot, very sexy and steamy make out sessions."
Poor Edward had punched the side of my beautiful jeep, leaving a small dent in the passenger side door. I let it go for now and continued to drive steadily along while listening to the annoying female voices blasting through the stereo.
"Ok time for some more personal questions. It had been brought to my attention that there may possibly be sex tapes of you and another male floating around on the internet. Can you please confirm or deny that?"
Edward now punched my poor, defenseless door, and let out a long string of rather load profanities.
This was the last straw! I pulled over sharply to the side of the road and commanded Edward to get out immediately from my now damaged jeep.
As he did so, I briefly wondered why I wasn't feeling angrier. I guess Jasper was attempting to keep me calm.
I turned back to the T.V. just in time to see Bella smile and wink seductively at the camera and giggled, "I don't know. Why don't you check out them out yourselves?"
I wondered if Edward would watch the video. Maybe I would, just to get a good kick out of it. Edward turned his head slowly to send a beyond-furious death glare at me. If looks could kill…
"Ok then," continued the hostess, "I will ask one more question then we will have a live performance by Isabella's old friend, Mike!"
Bella smiled sweetly and nodded her head to continue.
"Ok, so there is a big answer everyone has been dying to know! You have recently been offered 50 million to star on the cover and be a model for Play Boy magazines. Do you plan on taking up that offer?"
A sharp hissing noise came out of Edward's now open mouth. Jasper was now quivering and still in his little ball rocking back and forth on the seat. I was glaring in pure rage at the screen. Why would innocent, perfect Bella want other pervy middle aged men to be gawking at her naked image on a magazine page all day? Either she had good security so men won't abduct her or she has a sick rape-wish.
Bella however didn't even flinch at the question. "Well, I don't have any immediate plans to, but I am defiantly considering. I mean, it is a sufficient amount of money, and since I've already been half nude on the cover of MAXIMUM, I might as well go the whole way, right?"
By this time Edward was creating an earthquake by roaring and punching the Earth's ground. I started at the screen in horror. We had to stop Bella!
Suddenly a group of boys came on the stage. Their leader, who looked strangely like Mike New- OH MY FREAKING CARLISLE! THAT KID WAS MIKE NEWTON! (A/N I actually didn't plan for it to be Mike, but as I was typing this, inspiration just hit me! I know I am a genius like that!) Mike walked up to Bella and planted a kiss on her makeup covered cheek. He then stepped up to the microphone and addressed the audience.
"Hello people of America! I have a new song tonight (A/N Mike is now a famous celeb singer! Who would have thought?) and it came from my heart and was inspired by my dear friend, Isabella. Hope everyone enjoys," he said in a fake inspiring voice.
Everyone waited anxiously as the drummer beat his drum sticks together in a quick tempo. He beat on the drums and the guitars joined in as Mike started to sing:
"I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing
Screamin'
Bella was bent over with laughter.
[CHORUS]
No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in
You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I'm screamin'
Bella was now in near hysterics. I stared at the screen with an extremely disgusted nose wrinkle.
[CHORUS]
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in
We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered "what was that?"
The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin'
"That's my dad outside the car!"
Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing
Screamin'
[CHORUS]
So come on baby, get in
We're just a couple of animals
Get in, just get in
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Check out the trouble we're in
Get in, just get In"
Throughout the whole entire song, Bella was giggling uncontrollably. Jeez, what was wrong with her?
I looked at Edward only to see determination in his eyes. I knew we were going clubbing tonight.
Again, I am soo sorry for not updating soon. But this chapter is long (Over 2,180 words!) so that should make a little up. I promise to post soon, but please tell me if you have any ideas for this story, because after the next chapter, I am not so sure were to go.
BTW, that song was Animals by Nickelback. Funny song; look it up on YouTube!