A/N: I need to apologize for not getting this chapter up in time. I'm in Houston, Texas until Tuesday, and I've been here since Thursday, hanging with family that I haven't seen in three years and such. You guys understand. :)

The playlist for this chapter doesn't really match what happens, but it's just what I mainly listened to while writing. I don't really think it fits. XD

Playlist: "Simple"—Collective Soul, "Lithium"—Nirvana, "Imma Be"—Black Eyed Peas, "Troublemaker"—Weezer

Chapter Four: Imma Be

Edward Cullen

Two tiny, grubby hands covered in cranberry jam reached up towards me, and despite the fact that I was about to be smeared with the stuff, I picked up my nephew and kissed his palms. He gave me a loud laugh that almost sounded forced, but his face was bright.

Esme walked passed, smiling. "Edward," she started, touching her chin, "You got a little something . . . on your face,"

I smirked. "Alright, well, let's go get cleaned up, huh, Jayden?" He cooed in response as I set him carefully on the kitchen counter, a safe distance away from the edge. I checked the water before he leaned over and put his small hands under the faucet. I pulled a paper towel off the roll and washed off my face.

"Eddie," Jayden tried saying, cupping some water in his hands.

I widened my eyes, leaning out the doorway to look at Angela and Ben. "I see he's learned his Ds?" I teased. When I had called my sister occasionally, Jayden always ended up on the phone, calling me Ellie. Which, in turn, caused some hysterical photos and letters addressed to "Ellie" over the holidays.

Water squirted on my face as I turned back to my nephew. "Oh, you wanna play that game, don't you?" I challenged playfully. Jayden splashed more water at me, and I feigned pain. "Oh, no!" I moaned, clutching my chest. "I'm melting!"

"Oh, stop it," Esme said, swatting me with the dish towel. "You're going to give the poor kid a heart attack,"

"What?" I said sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "He started it," Jayden looked up at his grandmother innocently, gnawing on the handle of a wooden spoon he'd found.

Isabella Swan

"Jacob, no," I said, planting my feet on the floor as he pulled me towards his director. "No, Jacob," I felt like I was chastising a dog, though I doubt anyone would name their dog Jacob.

"Just trust me, Bella," he pleaded, coming to my side and draping a log of an arm over my shoulders. "It's a small part, and you're perfect for it."

"Still doesn't change the fact that I don't want to do it." I snapped back, trying to twist out of his arm. But it was too late.

"Jacob," the man said, smiling as he tossed a thick script into the hands of someone passing by. "Correct that, please!" he called as they walked away. "What can I do for you?"

"Sam, this is Bella Swan," Jacob said, nudging me forward slightly. "And I think she'd be perfect for that part that we haven't filled yet,"

Sam stuck his hand out between him and I, and I shook it politely. "Such a pretty girl," he said, and I blushed, looking down to my feet, "Get her in makeup."

My head snapped up. "W-What?" I'd got it? He hadn't even seen my horrible acting skills.

"Jacob's right, Bella, you're perfect." Sam said. He paused, eyeing Jacob. "Don't you have to get in wardrobe?"

"Oh! Right. Bye, Bells!" Jacob scurried off behind one of the many curtains.

"It's just a small part, dear, don't be so worried," Sam explained, showing me to the makeup tent. "Ladies, we've found Tiffany's best friend!" he announced to the three, small, blonde women. Their faces lit up and they squealed, one coming over and ushering me to a chair. "You'll do great, just relax," Sam comforted before exiting the tent. I could hear him shouting orders before the set went quiet and he called "Action!"

After they pulled the knots from my hair, wiped my face clean with an alcohol-drenched cotton ball, plucked at my eyebrows, things started to get enjoyable. Their hands were suddenly careful with their work, twisting my hair into two French braids on top of my head (but then they drowned it in hairspray and I knew I'd have to take three showers just to get it untangled), dusting powder foundation on my face, edging my eyes with brown eyeliner, and coating my lips with clear lip gloss that smelled like vanilla.

"Der we go," One said in a thick accent that I didn't know of, and clapped her hands. I blinked at myself in the mirror. My skin looked airbrushed. My eyes looked shinier somehow. My lips looked full and inviting.

I looked beautiful.

"Wardrobe!" A person sang behind me, pulling me along to the next tent. They strapped me into a sky blue button-up shirt and black skinny jeans. It looked like something I would really wear.

"Here's the script, you have a while until they shoot the scene, so, try and memorize it. It depends on how many takes this will have," A man said, laughing as he passed a crisp, new script my way.

I weighed it in my hands, running my fingertips over the title. Witness. Flipping through the pages, I got the gist of what the film was about. A girl—Tiffany—saw her boyfriend's murder and the murderer (who just happened to be the new girl and lived right across the street from her) started to frame Tiffany for the murder.

"Does it look like it'll win me an Oscar?"

I squeaked, spinning around at the sound of Jacob's voice behind me. "Oh my, God," I said, my eyes widening. "They cut your hair!"

He grimaced, running his hand through the short locks. "Yeah. I know." He sighed, "It's my first day on set, and my character has short hair. I didn't want to wear a wig, so I have to lop it off,"

"Who are you playing?"

"David," He smirked smugly. I peered down at the script. "Oh, I'm the dead boyfriend."

I tipped my head back and laugh. "Well, don't play up the screaming too much, Jake," I said, "Don't make this movie B-Rated."

He said a quick goodbye, then, running off to do a scene. I read the lines over and over again, noticing that it wasn't a "little part." I was practically a star in this movie, in almost every scene. My name was Jennifer, I had twin siblings, Lily and Liam, who were in kindergarten. I saw the actors for them scamper by, and I knew they must have been real-life twins. I wanted to cuddle with them they were so adorable.

I found Sam in between takes and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um, I think there's a mistake." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"It says I'm in practically every scene. I'm pretty sure you meant to put me in as a cameo?"

He chuckled kindly, patting my shoulder. "No, Bella, believe me. I know talent when I see it."

I wanted to put up a fight, but I realized I was up.

"Good luck, Bella," Jacob said, giving me two thumbs-up as I stumbled my way towards the set (which was the front of the kindergarten school. The cowboy boots they had shoved my feet into were perfectly toasty in the chilly breeze that drifted by. The setting was supposed to be in a small town called Lovelock, Nevada. Why the hell were they in France in November?

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The two girls playing Tiffany and Harley (the to-be killer) smiled politely at me, one winking encouragingly. "Action!" Sam yelled, and I heard the bell of the school chime. Butterflies tried to suffocate me as I knew the cameras were recording. I looked at the marks on the ground, blue being my color. I knew when to walk, when to stop, when to talk. I just had to make it real.

I could do this. I think.

"I told you you'd do great!"

I rolled my eyes, raising my hands in defeat. "Alright, alright. You did." I paused, looking up at Jacob. "Thank you. I enjoyed it."

He cracked a toothy smile. "Bella Swan: Actress. It has a nice ring to it."

"It does," I smiled to myself, giddy. I'd done great, at least for a person who had never been in front of a professional camera before. I was incredibly proud of myself. Sam had officially added my name to the list of actors, relaying the message to the poster photographer. My plate was no full with photo shoots, makeup, wardrobe, different, intense scenes, and craft-service.

And I couldn't love it any more than I already did. I owed this revelation to Jacob Black, who forced me onto the set of a movie that wasn't going to happen unless they had a person to play Jennifer (I'd heard that both the director and the head of casting were extremely picky with their actors).

Two weeks spun out in front of me in France, I became even more comfortable in front of the many cameras. The others actors and actresses were extremely kind and caring. I felt welcome, like I had finally found my place. We had gone to three photo shoots for the movie posters, the first shipment of them going out three days ago. My name was written across the top along with everyone else's: "Staring Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, Jacob Black, and Isabella Swan."

I'd found my hook. All this time I thought that I would forever be known as Renée and Charles Swan's youngest, but now I could see myself becoming my own person. I would have my own life. I'd be known as Isabella Swan.

I was making something of myself.

Edward Cullen

I couldn't believe it.

Bella was in a movie.

And not just any movie. She was in a movie directed by Samuel Uley, one of my favorite directors of all time. I hadn't even had the chance of being in the same room with the man, and Bella was a star in one of his movies. There was no way I was seeing this right.

But, right in front of me was the poster for Witness, with Bella next to Jacob Black, Jessica Stanley, and Lauren Mallory. She was an actress. Bella, someone who blushed if I complemented her attire, was in a movie.

I just couldn't believe it.

A flash blinded me for a moment, and I flipped up the collar of my coat, knowing the feeding frenzy was about to begin. Someone had spotted me staring at Bella's photo.

It had been pretty clear in the tabloids that Bella and I had cut it off, especially when we were spotted at LAX buying plane tickets to two different parts of the world, with Bella in tears.

The only difference between this whole thing was that I had come home. Bella had remained in France, but she still wouldn't get out of my head. Everything I saw reminded me of her. When I saw the poster, I had come to the conclusion that I would never be able to get away from her. She would always be there.

I would never be able to move on.

I knew I had to. Bella had obviously done so. Why couldn't I?

The weeks passed before my eyes like pictures, small things sticking out more than others. I would lie in bed at night, missing her warmth on the other side of the bed. Nothing felt right without her, her voice, her laugh, her touch.

Her lie had been evident in her voice as she told me she didn't want a relationship anymore. She had always been a horrible liar. But I let her go, never calling her out on it. There was a reason she left me, and I had to let her go.

The invitation arrived in the mail two weeks before the premier for Witness on February twenty-seventh, and I knew I couldn't go. The premier meant Bella would be there, in that small little theater, and before, probably only feet away from me on the red carpet.

I found myself stressing over it and not knowing why. If I wasn't going to go, why should I care? Was it because I knew she would be on someone else's arm throughout the night? Or maybe it was because that person would never be good enough for her. I would never be enough for her. No one would.

Before I understood what I was doing, I had myself dressed in business casual and sliding my keys into my pocket on the twenty-seventh of February. I should have a driver for an event like this, but I had been unprepared up until now. I would find a place to park. I had to see her.

Isabella Swan

"Damn it all, Alice," I groaned.

She laughed behind me, sticking another pin into my hair. "Relax, Bella. You're wearing one of my new designs, and I'm doing your hair and makeup. Plus, this is your first premier. You want to look good," she paused, "Don't you?"

I stared at her in the mirror for a moment before sighing. "Yes," I grumbled like a child. She smiled, picking up her ministrations.

"And who's your date?" she asked.

I coughed, placing a hand on my chest. "W-What?"

"A date." She removed her hands from my hair, placing them on her skinny hips. "Bella, you're on the red carpet. You need a date,"

"No I don't," I tried to argue, already knowing the battle was lost. She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Bella," She said when I didn't continue.

"Fine! I need a date, but I don't have one, alright?" I crossed my hands over my chest which felt like it was about to fall out of the tiny piece of fabric Alice had called a dress.

She tapped her finger against her bottom lip, looking up to her right as she thought. "I know!" she announced, perking up. Worry raced through my veins. What could she have thought up now? "I can be your date!"

I sighed in relief, glad she wasn't going to hook me up with one of her male models or something. "That sounds great," I said, "We have to go in thirty, though. Will you have enough time?" I looked up at the clock.

"Bella," Alice said in a tone that said something was obvious.

"Oh, right." I laughed, "You're Alice."

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Thirty minutes and a drive later, Alice and I were being helped out of the sleek black car by a kind man with white silk gloves on. My feet seemed glued to the ground where I stood as Alice laced her arm with mine, trying to pull me along.

This wasn't me. I didn't want the people looking at me. That was the whole point of getting to France. What the hell had I done?

"Bella, come on," Alice said as quiet as she could over the noise of everyone around her. "It's alright, I'm right here, Bells," she kissed my cheek and ushered me forward until my heeled shoes hit the edge of the scarlet carpet.

I swallowed as the flashes blinded me and I forced my eyes open against the glaring lights. The posters of the movie were behind me, reminding me why I was here.

I was an actress.

I was important.

I wasn't just Bella Swan anymore.

I was The Actress Isabella Marie Swan. Want an autograph?

Alice pulled me forward to a camera with E!'s logo stamped on the side with an interviewer I had never seen before standing next to it.

"And here's Isabella Swan, a newcomer!" she announced, smiling at me with too-white teeth. "How are you dear? And Alice, it's lovely to see you again."

"Always a pleasure, Lizbeth," Alice said, leaning forward and kissing the woman on both cheeks. "But tonight's my little sister's night," She nudged me forward and my cheeks flushed.

"Of course! Isabella, how do you feel you did in your first film?"

The following two hours progressed rather the same and I quickly relaxed under the bright lights and shouting photographers with Alice by my side, constantly comforting me. The questions were practically identical for each interviewer.

"Who are you wearing?"

"Do you have any more movies coming up soon?"

"There's a rumor that you'll be in one of your mother's films, is that true?"

I answered them like I was expected to, quick, short, politely, with a smile on my face. It was easier than I had expected.

Alice and I stopped in front of the last interviewer before we were supposed to be taken into the theater to watch the movie. Alice had told me that we could leave before if I wanted, but I said I wanted to watch it. I had liked the plot.

"Miss Swan!" the man said, waving us over. Alice and I laughed as we both asked him how he was. "Isabella, correct?" I nodded. "I saw Edward Cullen come by a few minutes ago. Did you decide to go to France after you broke his heart?"

The world froze around me, my smile falling quickly. I had been able to avoid thinking about Edward with how busy I had been. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alice's face scrunch up in anger.

Edward was here? How hadn't I seen him yet? Had he seen me? Where was he?

Why was I so worried? I had shattered any hope of him ever being with me, anyway. This was a big movie premier with big stars and an even bigger director. Why was I so surprised that Edward was here?

It wasn't the best thing to do, but I grabbed Alice's arm and turned heel, heading straight into the doors of the theater.

"Do you want me to go punch that guy? 'Cause I will, you know that." Alice threatened, half of her body turned to exit the door again.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, burying my face in her shoulder. She reached up and held me until I stopped crying. "Bella, shh, it's alright," she murmured into my hair.

I pulled away, holding up my chin. "I shouldn't be crying." I said, hoping my voice didn't shake. "It's my night, right?"

"That's right, dammit!" Alice said, stomping her foot. She clapped me over the shoulder, threading her arm around my waist. I kissed her spiky hair as she pulled me through the next doors and to our seats.

"Thank you, Ali," I said as we sat down.

"Bella!" Jacob threw his arm over my shoulders and kissed my cheek. I blushed, playfully pushing him away. "Hey, how have you been?"

"Shh!" Alice scolded, hushing him as the lights dimmed.

I giggled and crossed my legs, straightening my dress. Sam came out on stage and the cast and I applauded him for being a great director before he announced the movie and it started playing.

It wasn't even five minutes into the film that I felt his eyes on me. I shifted in my seat, scratching the burning spot on the back of my head where I knew his eyes were trained. Blushing, I sank down in my seat as I realized he would be seeing my acting. He'd be judging me through this entire film.

The climax was more gruesome than I remembered, Jessica Stanley who played Tiffany, looked as if she had just gotten hit by car on screen, and Lauren Mallory who played Harley, ended up getting bludgeoned to death.

The crowd, despite the strange and gory climax, clapped and cheered during the credits. I sat frozen in my seat, my eyes following the names as mine scrolled up the screen.

Holy crap.

I was in a movie.

"Uh, Bella," Alice said beside me, shaking my arm gently. I shook my head, coming out from my mind.

"Hmm?"

"First, the movie was freaking amazing. You did great." She paused, looking over her shoulder. "And two, Edward Cullen is staring at you."

A/N: Hope you liked.

I'm sad. Only two reviews for the last chapter? D: When I'm sad, it gets angst-y, and I don't like angst. If you don't want Edward to die, review! D: I'm serious.

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-R.I.