BPOV

We stood in front of the automatic doors, the four of us: Edward, me, Joey and Steve (our cameramen) armed with one of those two tiered metal monstrosities they have the nerve to call a shopping cart, even though steering them is comparable to driving a Mac truck. We also had an extremely comprehensive shopping list:

Digital Video Recorder
Food
Clothes

I looked over to Edward whose eyes were huge and his mouth open in shock. "Costco!?" he questioned breathlessly, as if the name of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"What did you expect?" I asked putting my hands on my hips. "Marc Jacobs? We're in Gardiner, Montana, Edward. I'm pretty sure they don't have a mall."

Joey moved around us to get a different angle on our conversation. I tried to ignore his movement in my peripheral.

Edward mumbled, "I don't remember you being this hostile," throwing a glance in my direction to see if I heard him. I looked back at him questioningly. Just as I was about to ask when I even had the chance to be hostile, he started talking again. "You should keep the zingy one-liners up, you know," he said and started to walk away. "They'll make for great television."

"What are you talkin--?"

He raised his hands up and air quoted, "'What did you expect… Marc Jacobs?" Putting one hand over his heart reverently, he sighed, "I can see the T-shirt now."

I tried desperately to hide the smile that was threatening.

"Maybe one of those front and back shirts…" he hinted. I could see he was trying to make me laugh… and it was working. I giggled and put my hand up to my mouth to hide it.

"HA!! I saw that," Edward pointed at me accusingly, "I made you smile!!"

"Did not," I argued as he took a few quick steps toward me and the cart. I gasped in surprise at his nearness when he stopped immediately next to me; close enough I could feel his body heat through my clothes. His eyes were glinting with amusement.

"Hop in," he breathed quietly. I had to shake my head of the fog he created and took a step back to regain my senses.

"What?" I asked trying to even out my breathing and hoping he didn't notice it had changed in the first place.

Edward gestured to the top basket of the cart, "Hop in, I'll push you."

"I'm twenty-four years old, Edward," I smiled and started to walk around the other side of the cart. "I'm not getting pushed around in a cart." Just as I was passing the end, I felt two strong arms clasp around my waist and pick me up as if I weighed nothing.

I shrieked (even though he was being extremely careful with me) and a moment later felt the cold steel under my bum. Before he could protest Edward pushed the cart, so unexpectedly that I fell backward against his chest. I looked up into his smiling eyes and couldn't help but smiling back at him.

"That's not so bad, is it?" he asked. I nodded my head, not sure if I could form words with our faces in such close proximity. He relaxed at my reaction as I sat up and crossed my legs more comfortably. "Good… First stop," he said in an announcer voice and pulled a hard left, "Electronics."

I was walking along side the cart, (that was too full of groceries to accommodate me anymore) pointing our new video camera at Edwards face, doing a close up on the inside of his nose.

"Why do you think they wanted us to get a camera?" I asked him. He shrugged and threw an extra large family sized bag of pretzels in the cart.

"I dunno. Why did you have to pick the only fuchsia camera they had?" he retorted, annoyed.

I smiled and snapped the camera shut. "I thought boys liked pink," he stuck his tongue out at me, a look so cute on him I wish I hadn't shut the camera off. "I think that filming from our perspective is brilliant… besides, if we get really bored we can re-enact The Blair Witch Project."

"Believe me," he said as he stopped the cart. He stretched as high as his tippy toes would allow for some spices. "I will never be that bored," his voice sounding strained from reaching. When he gave up trying to get it he asked Steve to. I watched as Steve reached it with little difficulty, all the while filming with the camera on his shoulder.

"Thaaaaanks, Steeeeve," I sang, wondering to myself why the lemon pepper was next to the pretzels. I handed Edward the pink camera to use for a while and started pushing the cart myself.

He fiddled with the small device a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. "How do even you use this thing?"

"I don't know," I said, rolling my eyes at him, "Why don't you try pressing recor--"

The cart in my hands jarred with a force so hard that I fell on my butt. Edward looked down at me, shocked at first, then amused as I was sprawled on the floor. "I let you drive for two seconds," he shook his head laughing and I noticed a small red light by his finger. "By the way, I found the record button."

"I am so sorry," I heard the oversized bag of pretzels say in a tinkling voice. I looked curiously at my over flowing cart and shrieked when a small spiky head popped out from behind it. "I didn't see you coming and nobody ever sees me coming and one thing led to another…" the owner of the melodic voice continued speaking at an incredible speed.

"And look at you, gone and fell on your ass all because of little ol' me." She spoke with a slight twang, a Montana twang I had yet to become accustomed to but had heard plenty of times over the course of the day. She was short with spiky dark hair, her features all small and sharp, like a pixie's. "I'm Alice Whitlock," she reached her hand out and grasped mine, pulling me to my feet with a strength I didn't think someone as small as her could possess.

"This is my husband, Jasper," she said, holding her hand out to a tall blonde gentleman behind her. She only came to about midway up his chest but I could tell by his calm exterior he probably balanced her well in height as well as disposition.

When I was in my full and upright position, I could see our carts had collided head on. It didn't look like she veered to miss me at all but then again; she might not have been tall enough to see me.

"And you are?" she asked, still holding my hand.

"Bella," I introduced and glanced over my shoulder to Edward, who looked like he was still laughing. Alice released my hand and reached out to him. "And this is Edward," I said, stepping out of her way.

Both Jasper and Alice shook his hand and she apologized again enthusiastically.

"I just know we'd make great friends, we should do something… and soon," Alice said as she grabbed her cart and Jasper before heading down the aisle we just finished.

"S-sure… umm, okay," I stuttered, unsure where that came from.

"It's a small town. I'm sure I'll run into you. You guys have a good day now, you hear?!" She prattled and turned her back. Edward and I watched their hasty retreat curiously. I could vaguely hear her say something to Jasper along the lines of 'I think that went quite well'.

It wasn't until she rounded the corner that I noticed her cart was completely empty.

All the boxes didn't fit into the trunk, so many were stacked in the backseat with us. It didn't matter much as we found ourselves in the back of another stretch limo; though the driver wasn't nearly as nice as Bob.

"First pet?" Edward asked with a smirk.

"Miss Kitty Fantastico. First Job?" I returned.

"Lemonade stand. First kiss?"

"We're here, folks," the driver interrupted. All I could see were yellowish green hills in all directions but sure enough, rounding the next corner we came across a gated drive. The wrought iron opened up and the circular driveway brought us to the front step of a huge house.

My jaw dropped at the sight of it. Tyler waited at the top of the steps with a cell phone attached to his ear. Edward stepped out of the car first and held out his hand to assist me.

"No, I can't go to your parents on Sunday. I'm in Montana all week…" Tyler was saying into the phone, his back still turned on us. "Baby, you know I can't tell you where I am. I signed a confidentiality agreement." There was another pause on his side of the conversation. "Yes, Edward is as hot in person as he was in the magazine…" he said loudly as he turned around and finally noticed our presence. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw us, his face taking on a mask of horror when he looked at Edward. "Gotta go," he said in the receiver and made a kissy noise before hanging up.

"Heeyyy guuuyys," he said, extending each word to uncomfortable lengths. He looked down and blushed furiously. "Welcome to your humble abode," he swung his arm around indicating a double French door.

I laughed, trying to ease the tension and pointed at the monstrosity before me. "Humble?" I asked

He smiled thankfully and nodded, the all business Tyler making his triumphant return. "Yes, Bella. If by humble you mean 9,000 square feet with indoor and outdoor pools," he fumbled with the door knob a moment before opening it into a grand foyer. There was a wide staircase leading to the upper level, the front room opening up to a high windowed ceiling.

"Equipped with all the amenities of a romantic getaway; master bedroom with en-suite and Jacuzzi. There is a stable out back. You will have to tend to the horses yourselves when your challenges don't prevent you from doing so. Light cleaning will be provided but they will only come in when you're not here."

All I could do was nod, still stunned by the foyer alone. Edward was looking around with casual appreciation but didn't seem too fazed. "Unfortunately I can't stay and give you the grand tour. Rule books are in the kitchen and you will receive a call on the house phone tomorrow regarding your itinerary."

Without saying goodbye he turned and left, his shoes echoing off the tile. He flipped his cell open again and started speaking. "Erik! ERIK! Calm down," he said into the phone as he started down the stairs to the now empty limo; all our purchases lying mysteriously inside the front door.

"I didn't hang up on you because I wanted to, Baby…" I heard him assure the person on the other side of the phone. "No, I do not love my job more then you--" Tyler shut the door behind him and the limo sped away.

Edward and I faced each other silently. He shook his head and laughed. "I so didn't see that one coming." We laughed together before turning toward the heaping mountain of boxes.

"Did you hear anyone moving those boxes?" I asked; confused as to how I could have missed it.

He shrugged and moved to pick up a few of them. In his best imitation of Tyler, he said, "That's reality television! Get used to it."

"Guess we should probably find the kitchen," I said grabbing a few boxes myself. "Wouldn't want to break any 'rules' before we even begin."

"No," he said sarcastically veering off into the first room, "wouldn't want that."

Of course, walking through the house I noticed everything was impeccably furnished with an 'extreme modern' motif. "Hey, I have that couch," Edward said as we walked through a sitting room in search of the kitchen.

It was red and wide and looked like the kind of couch you would find in the playboy mansion. "Of course you do," I mumbled as we exited the room into a marvellous kitchen.

There was a huge island with a multi-leveled counter and built in sink; a huge restaurant style range along the wall and a clear pane door refrigerator. On the higher tier of the massive island waited a bottle of wine and some glasses.

"Nice kitchen." Edward said putting down the boxes on one of the counters. He walked over to the bottle of wine and opened yet another engraved folder.

"You cook?" I questioned, pulling up a stool. He glanced at me and rolled his eyes.

"Edward Cullen, 26, Number Seven," his mouth quirked up on one side as he spoke; showing off his crooked smile. "Occupation: Billionaire. Likes cooking, long walks on the beach and horse riding. Did you actually read the article or…?"

"You caught me," I shrugged, "I only read the cover in the checkout at the grocery store."

He laughed and pulled the folder closer. "Good, the Vanity Fair article was better anyway."

The top page came into view and I could see the word 'rules' in huge embellished font on the top of the page. "Rule number one," he read aloud. "No unsanctioned contact with the outside world." He continued reading the list aloud.

Rule 2:

15 minutes a day (minimum) must be spent in the confession room. (see map of house)

Rule 3:

All free time must be spent in the company of the other participant except for confession room time and when activities call for it.

Rule 4:

Limit all bathroom time to less than 1 hour a day (combined) as that is the only area of the house not filmed.

Rule 5:

An effort must be made on both parts or the production company will sue for breech of contract.

Rule 6:

Have fun.

"Have fun?" I laughed in question. "Have fun is a rule?!"

"Apparently," he said conversationally, flipping over to the map. "I don't think that will be a problem."

I turned my face to hide my blush, even though he was still looking at the map.

"This doesn't make any sense," he said and I looked over to him as he spun the orientation of the map before putting it up right again. Without a word he left the room hastily. I looked around the kitchen, unsure of what just happened, before following him to the sitting area with the 'slutty' couch.

I found Edward standing in front the fireplace that had a huge mirror above the hearth. "According to the map, the confession room should right here," he said holding it out to me. In relation to the kitchen and front door, it seemed he was right.

"Hmmm…" I said, flipping the map around in my hands like he had. "Well, what's this green dot here?"

"What dot?" he asked coming up behind me. He stopped so close to look over my shoulder, that I could feel his breath on my neck. My whole body became rigid and my heart sped up. It was only a few seconds he stood at my shoulder, just enough time to see where I was pointing, but time seemed to slow down for that short instant.

I let out a long slow breath after he moved away from me to point at a candle stick. "They wouldn't, would they?"

Edward reached out to push the candlestick over, thinking it was a lever for some sort for a 'secret door'. Instead of proving to be some sort of lever it just clattered to the floor loudly, causing him to jump back. I laughed loudly at the whole scene.

"Apparently not…" I said walking over to a small green lamp that rested on the same table. I pulled on the string attached to the lamp and the faux fireplace opened up to a soundproof black room with a white sofa chair.

"How'd you know that?" he asked as I stepped away from the lamp and put a hand on my hip, feeling superior.

"Well," I said biting my lip and putting on a look of deep concentration. "Firstly, the lamp is green and secondly… there was a little tag that said 'pull me'."

"Oh," he said and scratched his head. When he lifted his arm he accidentally bared a part of his stomach and my previous confidence dissipated as my whole body flushed. "Well, I feel like and idiot," he laughed, his chuckle only making my stupor worsen. He straightened his shirt and continued, "An idiot who has seen Young Frankenstein one too many times.

"Lady's first," he said gesturing to the room.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"15 minutes of confession every day. Let's get it over with because I'm bushed," he replaced the candlestick where it belonged and shooed me into the small room. The fireplace swung shut behind me and the timer started counting down.

I sit down on the couch that was there, still kinda dazed, "So," I started, looking directly into the camera. "I'm gonna tell you a little story. It starts with a guy named Bob…"

Between flying across the country, a tiring shopping experience where we had to buy our wardrobe, food and sneak Steve some liquorices and unpacking the groceries, it had made for a really long day. I walked up the stairs tiredly, in search of my bedroom.

Edward had been seriously weird since I stepped out of the confession room but I just knocked his odd behavior up to jet leg.

"Where do I sleep?" I called from the second floor, watching him emerge into the foyer below me.

"The bedroom's to the right," he said and started to climb the stairs.

"The bedroom," I stressed the word, "as in one."

He shrugged off the question and headed the direction he said the bedroom was. "Yep, unless you want to break rule number three already." When I reached the bedroom door he must have noted my shocked expression.

Edward put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry," he said giving it a gentle squeeze, "they didn't say we had to sleep in the same bed... I'll take the floor."

He turned the handle and opened the door. "Edward, that's stupid you should take the bed." He yawned, stretched and shook his head before he walked over to the massive bed; grabbing a pillow and throwing it on the floor for himself.

I stood in the doorway and watched as he dropped to the floor and tried to get comfortable.

"Better get some sleep, Bells," he said sleepily as I hadn't moved from the doorway. "God only know what we'll have to do tomorrow."

I walked, if not a little weak kneed from him call me 'Bells', to the bed. It wasn't until after I shimmied out of my jeans and crawled under the covers that realized just how big the bed was. About the same time I noticed how tired I actually was.

Rolling over and closing my eyes, I tried to fall asleep without thinking about how empty the bed felt. Before I could let the guilt sink in further, I drifted off into a comfortable, dreamless sleep. Just before I lost consciousness I heard Edward sigh, "Night, Bella."

EPOV

I shooed Bella into the little room wondering what she might confess in my absence. "The candlestick," I mumbled myself as I paced in front of the fireplace. "What did I think we were playing… Clue?"

A moment later I heard the static noise of a powering up TV. I looked around the room and found the source in the bottom corner of the mirror above the mantel. The mirror was semi transparent and I could see the light of the screen through it. The television looked like the 13" I had in my room as a kid. I took a few steps closer so my reflection didn't obscure it as much. The screen turned from static to picture.

"So, Edward…" the interviewer's voice crackled through the small speakers. "Can I call you Ed?"

"No," I said flatly, on the film and off. It was my admission tape, playing behind the mirror.

"Okaaay," the other voice said. They were behind the camera and I couldn't for the life of me, remember what they looked like. The only person on the screen was me. "First question. How many hours a week would you say spend watching reality television?"

"Oooo, that's hard one," I watched myself say. I smirked knowing the snarky answer to come. "Let me think… none."

"How about television in general?" he asked. I think the faint sounds of annoyed pen tapping could be heard in the background.

I smiled and nodded on screen, playing with the Styrofoam cup in front of me. "See answer to question one."

"It says here you're only in school to finish this semester and then you're being transferred. Where are you going and why?"

My younger naïve self's face lit up with excitement at the question. I still wasn't sure if the decision to leave back then was the worst or the best I had ever made in my life. "Harvard snatched me up for their business program and a few courses in the math and science departments. It's all happened so fast… it's kind of overwhelming.

The train wreck that was me gushed on film.

The other voice laughed, "You don't seem to be that interested in TV at all and you have so much going on. What could you possibly hope to gain from signing up for this?"

I could hardly watch myself anymore and at the same time, couldn't look away. I had this goofy far away look on my face that I always did when I thought about her. "There's this girl…"

"A girl?"

"Yeah. I'd probably do just about anything for a chance to be with her," I had said, looking away from the camera shyly.

"Well," the interviewer encouraged, seemingly more interested in me than before. "Who is she?"

The TV shut off and the fireplace swung open. I came face to face with the angel my younger self once spoke of, so fondly. Her big brown eyes widened in surprise when she saw me right in front of her before her expression turned worried.

She lifted her hand to cup my cheek and her thumb rubbed across my jaw. "Edward?" she asked, her voice also colored with worry. "Are you okay?"

I smiled and she pulled her hand away. "Perfect," I sighed, before going into the small room she had just vacated. "Just perfect…"

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