O: What's this? Chapter two already? Mmmm hmm I am on a roll lolnoI'mnot.

Just to say, I imagine that I'll be updating around once a week, but alas, this may not be possible on some occasions, because coursework is a bitch and I'm gonna be revising like a mother fucker and mother fuckers revise a lot.

So anyway, here is chapter two, it's in Bella's POV and reviews are muchly appreciated :D

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I digress!

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I really hate homophobes.

Just because you don't understand something, doesn't mean it's wrong.

Now, I don't wanna be giving the wrong impression here, I'm not gay, but imagine this;

You're in college, you're with your best friend in the whole world, she makes you laugh, she's always happy, she's never let anyone get her down in her entire life. At some stupid party, you and her get absolutely plastered and she tells you that she's gay. Being the totally amazing best friend that you are, you don't give a shit! This is Ali, you've known her since you were five, who cares if she has a different sexual preference to others? Trouble is... you're both drunk, remember? So you start screaming and congratulating her at the top of your lungs.

Everybody now knows that Ali is gay.

The guilt I felt afterwards... I couldn't talk to Ali for so long, but when she started getting threatening emails and bibles pushed under her dorm door, was I gonna stay away?

Was I gonna ignore her when she turned up in my dorm crying her eyes out because somebody had broken into her room and fucked all her shit up?

Fuck no.

I stuck by her through the rest of our college ordeal, I even found her a girlfriend, a girl from my literature course called Kate, as far as I know, they're still together.

So after these events, I'm a pretty fucking strong supporter of LGBT pride, I know lots of gays, I've been to gay clubs, they're normal people. I don't understand how they can be so discriminated against. It makes no sense to me.

And it still made no sense how a boy I'd grown up with, Jake, could be one of these homophobic assholes! I was shocked, not to mention appalled when I walked through the doors of the Forks P.D and heard his little speech to, and may I just say, the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my life?

I mean seriously, I was dazed for a minute. Never has the term 'blond bomb-shell' been more appropriate, from where I stood I could see the way her outfit hugged every curve of her perfectly sculpted body. She was tense, and even if I hadn't heard Jake call her a dyke, I would have had a pretty good guess from the way she held herself and the silver ring on her left thumb.

When she smashed her hands down on the desk, I was snapped out of my ogling thoughts. She was fuming.

I quickly took it into my own hands when it looked like she was about to rip his dick off. I cut into their... conversation and made sure that whatever the blond beauty had come down here to sort out got done.

Once I did, I stood to one side, thinking my little act of heroism was finished.

Then she came and spoke to me.

The whole while we were talking I couldn't help but want to know every single detail about her. I learnt that her name is Rose and that she's a photographer.

Well, she didn't say that she was a photographer, I just assumed that she was when she said that she'd like to take my picture.

She wants to take my picture.

If anybody else had said something like that to me, I'd most likely call my dad and have them arrested, but with her it left me strangely intrigued.

Why would she want to take my picture? Do I want her to take my picture? I wonder if there are rules about this kinda thing. Fuck. I want her to take my picture.

I was going to tell her. Well, no. I wasn't going to say;

Yes take my picture have your way with me!

Because we'd only just met and that'd be kinda creepy... but I was going to accepted her offer.

Then my Dad, Charlie, appeared out of fucking nowhere, interrupting our conversation, and stopping me from agreeing to meet again with this... Rose.

Once she left, he led me into his office.

"So, Bells. How've you been? Your hair's longer." He smiled and leant on his desk.

"Oh, yeah, I've been good. It's good to be back home though." We grinned at each other, it really is good to be back.

"And I see you've met Rosalie."

"Yeah... I also saw Jacob being an ass to her. What's with that?"

"Sorry, Bells but that's gonna be something that you'll have to get used to if you're gonna be friends with her. Folks round here are still pretty stuck in their old ways. I feel quite sorry for her, but she's been hanging around for a few years now, I don't think she's going anywhere. It just annoys the others even more."

"Jeez, dad. That sucks, why don't you do anything about it?"

"I've tried, Bella. Trust me, I have, but I think the only thing that I managed to do that's helped her is show that I support her, and I won't stand for any foul play."

"I see..."

I didn't see.

After playing catch up with Charlie, I got into my 67 Impala and drove to the edge of town there my new home was waiting.

After my last... project, I'd come into a lot of money.

What can I say? I'm a fucking good writer. Fresh out of college, I was writing, and when I was writing, I was thinking of other projects to develop.

My most recent book had to be the breaking point, I'd never even dream of winning the Pulitzer Prize. I mean, c'mon, it was a piece of work I wrote on a whim one day. Procrastinating is what it was born from, and people liked it.

A single standing work of fiction, no follow ups, just one book, and everybody went crazy.

Proudest moment of my life? You could say that.

And I got soooo much money. Which is how I managed to afford this absolutely stunning house out on the edge of Forks.

Three floors of spacious luxury designed by Alice's momma Esme, who is also a good friend of mine.

Stopping my Impala in the garage to the side of the house, I got out and grabbed my bags, completely taking my time. I'm an author, when I'm not writing, I have no schedule. I unlocked the door to my new home and stepped into the fucking huge hallway. I am far too little for this big house.

At least I'll have room to swing a cat...

Or an elephant...

Either way, whatever animal I'm gonna be swinging in the near future, I have a crap load of unpacking to do.

Joy...

-x-x-x-

"Ugh..." I flopped down on the black leather sofa in my living room that's probably double Charlie's. I'm exhausted. To say the least.

Ever tried unpacking your life and spreading it over three gigantic floors? No?

Yeah don't.

This house really is too big for me, but I'm just gonna have to suck it up.

Before flicking on the newly installed TV, I realised that I'd spent this whole time with my jacket still on.

I huffed and stood from my pretty fecking comfortable position on the sofa, and let the sleeves of my jacket fall down my arms. As I threw it onto the arm of the three piece, I noticed a small sheet of paper flutter from the right hand pocket.

Leaning down, I picked the worn square up off the floor.

Wanna call me about that photo?

Underneath was a phone number, which I assumed to be Rose's.

She's got sexy handwriting.

You've been hanging around Alice too long.

True, that... True, that.

Anyway, after I'd read her little note about fifteen times, and then a few more for good measure, I leaned back on my sofa and contemplated the situation.

The lowdown;

Who is she?

A very pretty photographer who you met at the police department this morning. Oh, and she's a lesbian.

The thing that concerns you?

The fact that she's a lesbian and has taken a pretty fucking obvious interest in me.

Does this make you uncomfortable?

No... It makes me quite excited.

Then what is there mother fucking problem?

Erm...

There you go then.

I grinned and grabbed my phone from the coffee table in front of me, quickly adding her number into the contacts and typing a quick message.

Eleven at the Diner? xD

Bella... From the P.D.

I sent it before I could change my mind.

From the P.D? Why did you write that?

She might have forgotten me!

She wants to take your photo. She made that clear. She wrote you a note. Obviously, she then forgot about you completely even after making the effort.

You know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?

We are one and the same.

Eejit.

My inner argument was interrupting by the message chirp from my phone. To say that I leapt on it would be... an understatement.

Hmmm... make it 11:30 and it's a deal. Girl's gotta sleep!

Rose... From the P.D ;)

She sent me a winky smily face. Fuck.

Alrighty then... Soo... Are you gonna take my photo tomorrow?

Bella, from the P.D ;')

We're texting. Oh my God we're texting. I've never been more affected by anyone in my entire life.

Well... There was my AP biology teacher when I was in high school... but he was funny, and... kinda cute.

My phone chirped again.

Yeeaaaah if you don't mind. Ooer, and do me a favour? If you've got one, wear a dress... and your hair down. Okidokey?

Rose :')

She wants me to wear a dress? Ahh... Fuck.

I think it's time I give Alice a much needed call...

Uh... Sure, I'm sure I can find one... somewhere e.e

Bella :3

Throwing my phone back onto the coffee table I let out a sigh. A dress? Way to be feckin' difficult.

And I'm really tired...

Holding back a yawn, I turned the TV off and headed up stairs. I'm gonna need sleep and energy to get up early and look for a dress for tomorrow.