Paparazzi

You left me speechless, so speechless
I can't believe how you slurred at me
with your half wide broken jaw
You popped my heart seams
All my bubble dreams, bubble dreams
I can't believe how you looked at me
~Speechless, Lady Gaga

BPOV:

So I was a bit wrong. Edward could be a nice person, but he really knew how to mess it all up. We walked a couple of blocks to this tiny, reserved coffee shop. We talked about how fame treated us and how we saw fame. We saw it pretty differently.

"Fame is the coolest thing ever. Fame gets us anything." He stated simply. I rolled my eyes as I sipped on my coffee.

"Edward, fame is complicated. We have to sacrifice ourselves repeatedly to satisfy the public. We have to keep everyone entertained from the way we act and the way we perform." I huffed, thinking about little time I got to spend to make any real friends beside Alice.

Edward pursed his lips and looked over my shoulder, deep in thought. "That is true. But that is our true work. That is our guarantee to all this." He gestured his designer clothes. I frowned.

"Edward, were you always so vain? Being famous gives us the chance to really make an impact on people's lives. We can change people. We can leave an amazing impact on history!" I whispered.

He laughed. "Were you always so dramatic?"

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "Maybe yes, maybe no."

He smiled looking over my clothing. "Is that why you dress the way you do?"

"What do you mean?" I stated stiffly. I had to be on constant defense about my clothing; no one seemed to truly understand their concept.

"Do you dress the way you do to satisfy the crowd?" He repeated.

"No," I replied. I hadn't even explained once what I wore to him so I mussed some patience in what I was going to say. "Edward," I strangely enjoyed saying his name, "I wear it to express myself. I like to use my body as a form of art. I guess, it's like I sculpt things on myself."

He frowned. "It seems like you're just trying to call attention."

My eyes went wide. "How dare you say it just like that?"

He shrugged. "It's true. Why don't you just wear normal clothes?"

I stood up, defiantly. "I have as much to express myself through my clothing, as you have a right to express yourself with your converse and leather jackets!"

He cocked an eyebrow at my anger. "I'm not gaga for your look and quite frankly I don't think people enjoy studying your weird clothes. It kind of hurts to look at it."

I felt my mouth fall open. How could he? The tears built up in my eyes. He saw. "Bella I was just kidding! I was just kidding, don't take it to heart!"

I shook my head feeling the tears cascade. "Edward my mom was a drunk. She drank herself useless and only functioned to prostitute herself then get wasted. She spent her years making me feel like shit in my teenage hood. She would love to call me a freak."

He stood up. "Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't-"he reached for my shoulder. I jerked backwards from his touch. He looked to dirty. I reached for the gloves and put them on. He took a step back remembering my disgust to people's touch.

"Please," He said.

I shook my head. I marched out and ran straight into someone. "Are you okay?"

I didn't bother looking up at the husky voice. His strong arms held me up against him. It was Jacob Black. I shook my head at his question.

"Come on, let me take you home." He murmured condolingly. I nodded weakly.

"What hotel are you staying in?" He asked as he helped me into his car. I whispered the name at him.

"What happened?" he asked as he pulled in to the front part of the hotel. It had been a quiet drive in.

"Edward, Edward," I let out a sob. "Edward said I was demanding attention with the way I dressed."

Jacob sighed. "Edward is an idiot. You have the right to express yourself with your clothes." He sent me a tiny smile. I couldn't help but smile back. "There we go, we don't want sad, radical girls now, do we?" He smiled, widely now.

I shook my head. We stepped out of the car. He walked me to the lobby. He paused next to the elevators. "Bella how would you like to go out sometime?"

I blushed at his request. "I would like it."

He smiled. "How about we go for breakfast tomorrow, right before the photo session?" He asked. I did a take at the word breakfast. That was a new one.

I liked new things.

"Sure, around what time?"The elevator dinged open.

"I'll come here at eight to pick you up." He gestured to the elevator. "You don't worry your eccentric being over where though."

I nodded with a smile. "Jacob thanks for helping me out today."

He smirked. "Anytime," He reached for my hand. I carefully dodged it, not quite ready for physical contact.

"Bye, bye" I smiled.

A/N:

Okay, I'd really love for you to notice some things. Bella has this thing where touching certain people really grosses her out. But she makes these weird exceptions, like for her fans.

Also notice that Bella didn't wear her gloves the whole time she was with Edward, till he made those rude comments. Bella didn't touch Jacob a single time.
I took my inspiration for the fame opinions and clothes opinions from Lady Gaga herself!

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