Chapter 4: Prep Time

Bella's POV

The morning came gradually claiming the sky from the stars and the moon lazily, in absolutely no rush. I spent the night previous begging Mr. Hamilton, the big shot music director, and my father for more time to "evaluate my future" before contracts were signed and my life sold to my father's dream. Then, after we left the restaurant, I had another argument with my father and again had to fight to stick to my decision on waiting. By the time I made it to the hotel room, I was too worked up to even think about sleep. I bought the entire season one (and what they had of season two) of the Vampire Diaries on Netflix and re-watched my favorite episodes, figuring some of Ian Somerhalder's witty banter would pass the time until morning rose along with my mood. He helped a little, but then I came to a realization when both seasons finished.

The Vampire Diaries needs to make more episodes…

At six in the morning I skipped my way into to the bathroom extremely excited I had enough time to get ready and order a little something from room service before I met Edward later in the park. It was the first time in a really long time that I felt excited to meet someone. I actually found myself trying to find something that would impress him, and I came to another realization.

I was in way over my head.

Fortunately for me, I had Alice. She stumbled out of her bed on the opposite side of the room grumbling unintelligible things, angry for being woken up from my frustrated curses at my wardrobe.

"Bella," she said my name slowly, "It's six in the morning. Why the hell are you so loud at six in the..."

Then she took in my flustered hair, my makeup done willingly (for the first time), and my hotel closet in complete disarray.

"Oh. My. God! You have a date! And you actually want to meet him!" She squealed, her angry state long forgotten.

I didn't have to say much more, she immediately took over. The next thing I knew, she was taming my hair in a casual version of the way it was styled last night as she badgered me with tons of questions so she could find "appropriate attire" for meeting Edward in a few hours.

In the end, I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans (though I had a feeling Alice made sure they were a designer brand), a soft grey V-neck sweater with a built in white shirt underneath, paired with a sleek black leather jacket, and ballet flats. It was a cute look, and I admitted, rather painfully, that I was comfortable and looked more amazing than anything I would have been able to put together myself.

Before I knew it, I was paying off the taxi driver standing in Central Park… waiting for Edward.

EPOV

Gosh, I feel like a girl right now.

I've been fussing with my hair, changing my clothes trying to decide if one look was too casual or too formal or… just stupid… for the last hour. I didn't even sleep last night – I've been so excited about my date with Bella today.

There was no doubt there was a connection in the theater. I don't think I looked away from her eyes the whole concert…and then when I met her in the lobby… she's was so down to earth. I'm not usually much of a people person, or a particularly talkative person, but I could've easily talked to her for hours had we not been interrupted.

"Get out of the bathroom already asshole!" Emmett yelled from the other side of the door, "What the hell man, you're like a chick today bro."

"Shut up" I yelled back a little hurt that my fear was confirmed by my insensitive douche bag of a friend.

"Give him a break! When you went out with Rose for the first time you were in there for at least four hours." Jasper's voice was a little muffled from where I was standing, but I was grateful nonetheless.

There was a really loud, angry banging that sounded through the apartment – the old lady from 6-B next door that was always on our case about one thing or another. "It's eight in the morning you hooligans, shut the hell up!" Hooligans? Who even says that anymore?

I finally give up on my appearance and step out of the bathroom. Emmett was being over dramatic and started sprinting in slow-mo for the bathroom, like some sort of "epic-bathroom time" or some shit. Jasper came out of his room connected from the small hallway in our apartment and beat Emmett. To give him credit, he probably wasn't paying attention and didn't know Emmett was going in there, but it was still funny as hell to see Em's reaction to the door slamming in his face.

"Asshat!"

"Keep that cussing up, young man! I swear to God I'll get the manager up and get you boys evicted! I'll call the cops! I'll…" Yeah we just tune her out after a while.

"She keeps swearing to God, He might stop being so lenient and damn her to hell already." Emmett muttered under his breath heading back to his room slapping my hand as he did so.

By the time I made left the apartment, it was only eight fifteen. I didn't want to seem like a total moron or too enthusiastic like some fan boy for today… An idea struck me to go get coffee first (for me and the lady, that's romantic right?) then hailed the cab to drive the scenic route to Central Park. With New York traffic, I'd be there about nine fifty to ten on the dot.

Here's to my date with Bella…

A/N: So this is a really short chapter, but the story has been dead for so long, I figured I should give you guys something.

I think this was a cool EPOV. At least for me it was a little fun to work with in trying to recreate the relationship the guys would have should they be placed in a normal, modern, human society. No worries, Edward won't actually talk or think like that when he gets with Bella. It's a nature reserved only for his boys.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this. Let me know what you think :)