I like to write stories that are based on some type of real life events. The first chapter, (the prologue), was based on a couple of events that happened in high school, and I thought it would be a cute way to have a couple meet. Sadly, there was a boy who called me fat and ugly, (I didn't ride in a cop cruiser) and then a few months later came to my fence that separated my yard from the alley and asked to swim in my pool. I told him flat out no, and we haven't spoken since. We wave on occasions, but that's it. Enjoy chapter 2, and remember, always be nice to your neighbor, you never know what might happen in the future. That is my moral for the story.

8 Years Later (two years after chapter 1, or eight years after the prologue)

BPOV

"Alice, I can't believe your marrying Jazz. It feels like just we meet yesterday. Who is the best man by chance." I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Edward, the spawn of all evil is best man, be nice, and don't hit him again, hit on him maybe, but don't punch him in the face, you do have to dance with him."

"Hey, one time, and Edward pinched my as, so I took the liberty of teaching him manners. It was one time, in high school, a lot has happened since that disastrous senior year."

"You weren't even there for a semester, you barely made it a month before flying back to Florida."

"I missed the sun, and I made it two months."

"A month and a week."

"A month and a half, but you have to count the two weeks where I didn't go to school, so two months. Ha."

"Whatever. When are you coming back, I need to get your dress ready."

"Soon, I promise, but things are busy here, some days I miss just being able to relax and enjoy the sun, but Hollywood has other idea's. My current project is wrapping up, and then I have about a year until my next project. I got to go, Jon is coming over, and he doesn't look happy." I hurried to put my phone back in my back pack, and went to greet my personal assistant.

"Bella, looking great, but where is your make-up, you have a photo shoot in an hour, oh and did you green light that new project yet. The sequel to this trilogy. They want to start shooting as soon as possible."

"They can count me out, I said I needed sometime off. Plus, my brothers wedding is in two months, and I need some time of to get ready for that. Remember, I am the maid of honor."

"I never understood if you're the maid, then your married right, and a matron is unmarried?"

"Do I look married, I'm a maid, and I will die a maid. There is nobody in Hollywood that would make me think of marriage." In Hollywood, no, but outside of Hollywood, I could name one, the guy I was already married too.

"What's that saying, always a bridesmaid, never a bride?"

That's what he thinks, but thing couldn't be farther from the truth. I was a bride once, a long time ago, to the man I loved than and still love now, but everybody thinks we annulled the marriage, when we really didn't.

I still slip off from time to time to see him, but my schedule keeps me so busy I barely have time to see the man I love. He comes here when he can slip away, he secretly comes to my place for weekends, but we only get to see each other once a month, sometimes not even then. I never take dates home only him.

"Oh, you have a 9 o'clock in the morning with Shauna, she isn't happy you won't date Mike Newton."

"Mike only wants to date me so that his career can boost higher. Been seen on Hollywood's hottest starlet, and your career goes through the roof."

"One date? Drinks? Dinner? Even you have to eat." Jon sounded desperate.

"Did Shauna put you up to this? I leave in a week for Forks to go to my brothers wedding, I should be there helping plan it, but no, my schedule demands me to be here, and guess who is planning as we speak, the brides sister, who really hates being the bridesmaid, and still having to do majority of the planning for the bridal showers, yes, showers, bachelorette party. You don't piss off Rosalie Cullen McCarthy. Her husband is a big bear, and I don't mean teddy bear. She is not a fan of my movies either, but that might have to do with the fact that Edward, the dumb ass part time friend from high school, tried to set me up with her husband, who is like my other older brother."

"Geez, you do need some time off," Jon said. "That made no sense what so every. You jumped from one topic to another so fast, did you even take a breath?" If this keep up, I was going to take my anger out on him, so I turned my diva charm on, turned on my heel, and left the room. Huffing in anger.