Okay hoes and bro's – well, if there are bro's reading this, I think it's kinda nasty... but what's fun is fun... e.e – I know, you probably feel like shooting me, and trust me, I feel the same. My laptop fucked up, so my Dad stole it and gave it to his friend to fix it and he kept forgetting to get it back.
Safe to say I'm not talking to Poppa right now.

But anyway, it's... a relatively good chapter? I've already started writing the next one last night as I was watching Hellboy (mmmm liz, bitch can set me on fire any day. But she's got nothin' on Nikki Reed :/) so that should be up by tomorrow, but no promises... Seeing as I'm going to watch Breaking Dawn with my sister :3 (Nikki Reed, get in ma mother-fudging-bed... Without Paul.)

Ignore me. I digress.

I hope you can forgive me! It couldn't be avoided but I hope it tastes sweeter from the wait ;) And reviews are always a great part of my day, so don't hold back on 'em, m'kay?

Lots of love, Beth X

Well, it seems I'm going to get my wish, after all.

Because... y'know. I'm totally taking Bella's picture today. Cue fangirling.

I mean, I was sat at home with my two very good friends Ben and Jerry watching some L Word and thinking how much I'd love Shane to do my hair, when my phone chirped signalling that I'd got a message.

I very, very nearly spilt my good friends all over the floor when I read the message.

Naturally, I replied, and I went for the 'cool' approach.

Fuck, who am I kidding? That girl made me hotter than a nun in a priest's shower room.

Anyway, the more we texted, the more it felt like we'd known each other for months, years maybe, not hours.

Dude, am I living in a cliché? Because if I am, please tell me so I can make sure that this is the right thing to do, and I'm not selling my soul to the wrong person, only to meet my true love in a matter of weeks and find myself in a relationship that I just can't get out of and end up being unfaithful in the light of true love.

I read trashy novels.

Anyway. As we talked, I had an idea on what I wanted, and what I wanted was her in a dress. I knew that she didn't look like the dress type, so I decided that today I'd bring one just in case she either didn't have one, or I didn't like it... Seems bitchy. S'cause it is.

But even so, even though I know that I felt confident in my abilities last night as we texted, now while I'm getting my purse and camera together, a nervous snake coiled in the pit of my stomach.

We're two completely different people; from two different ends of society, I met her yesterday... could I be completely wrong about her? Could she actually be a super bitch, even to rival me? As hot as that would be, it'd kill the innocent look I'm gonna go for today.

What if she doesn't like the way I take her picture? What if she never wants to meet with me again? What if she doesn't even show up?

You're reading too into this, Rose.

You also rushed into it.

As my worry gnawed away at my innards, I made my way out through my small house, grabbing an apple before locking the door behind me.

After the fiasco at the P.D, and then taking photo's at La Push yesterday, I'd called in a favour of a friend of mine. Emmett and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, in fact, I'd practically call him my brother. He's a giant lug of a man, but really, once you get to know him you just want to bundle him up in bubble-wrap and keep him in your room forever while he giggles from behind a plastic wall.

In short, the guy is fucking adorable.

I called him up once I got home and asked him to bring down a can of his finest Cherry red for my beauty, and when he arrived he fixed up my car, muttering to himself about castrating whoever did it.

N'aw, gotta love Em.

And then we got very drunk for old times' sake. I told him all about my plans for today, and Em did nothing but encourage me.

So as I made my way to my newly painted BMW (free of charge, of course, though he did try and haggle for a blow job, bitch please) I was reminded of his encouraging words and I stomped on that speed limit like an ant under some sexy Jimmy Choos...

*!~!*

I leant on the bonnet of my car in the parking lot of the Diner, soaking up the rare sun that peeked through the clouds. Waiting for Bella, it seemed, would be my activity for the next few minutes. She'd texted me, saying she'd be late, and I wasn't gonna go in there alone. So instead here I lean, listening to my iPod and thinking that I should really buy Paramore's new album...

While I waited, I nibbled on a stick of rock Emmett had given me before he left last night, telling me to "think of me, when you're sucking on that," with his trademark dimples and a wink for good measure. The sun finally disappeared behind the clouds, and I sighed, removing my sunglasses and throwing them into my purse.

Where the fuck is she?

I was just about to call her, and ask whether she'd dropped dead since she last texted me, when I heard the most unhealthy rumbling engine splutter from the car park entrance. I turned and saw what was probably the most worn truck I'd ever seen. The orange pain was flecked and faded, and the sounds it made as the driver changed gears resembled a dragon going through a blender.

Not that I'd know what that sounds like...

I watched at the truck pulled into a free space and the engine cut out. I mentally thanked God for ending that horrific noise from interrupting my music any longer than it had been; I was expecting the thing to blow up right there.

But what I was not expecting, was for Bella to hope out of the cab of the truck.

She had to slam the door pretty hard before it agreed to stay shut, before her eyes found mine and she sauntered over.

Well, I'm sure she wasn't intending to saunter, from the way that she let her hair fall like a curtain in front of her blush and how she awkwardly fiddled with the hem of her dress.

And the dress... I really shouldn't have bought my own with me, because this one was perfect.

The strapless item came down to just above her knees, and it was pure white. You'd expect the colour to look terrible against her pale skin, but the contrast, that wasn't even really there, made her look almost angelic.

I completely ogles her legs that looked amazing as she made her way across the lot, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself when I saw that were on her feet.

Converse.

"What're you laughing at?" she asked with a slight pout when she reached me.

"Your impressive choice in footwear." I shielded my eyes when the sun broke through the clouds once more.

She looked down at her shoes and frowned. "Impressive? Are you taking a knock at my shoes?" She gave me what I think was her rendition of 'the stink-eye'.

"Of course not. Merely admiring your bold fashion statement." I replied before linking my arm with hers and dragging her into the Diner.

It was a quiet little place, the Diner, the counter ran all along the left hand wall, and round stools were placed along it at regular intervals. The booths lined the right hand wall and tables were set up on the back wall and by the window next to the door. The walls above the booths and above the counter were covered in guns and Stag heads.

How inviting.

We took a booth right at the back of the Diner, where we were mostly hidden from view and where it was most quiet.

"Do you want a coffee or anything?" I asked her, reaching for my purse.

"Oh, no, I'm good." She said, letting her hair cover her face again.

I ask if she was sure, and when she assured me she was, I went to get my own.

While I waited I couldn't help but think about the way she looked in that dress. Completely innocent but sexy as hell. I wouldn't stand a chance today.

When the girl behind the counter gave me my coffee – I swear she spat in it – I headed back to the booth where Bella was waiting.

"Okay," I said as I sat down, taking a sip of my drink "So, I'll be honest, I didn't really think you'd want to do this with me."

"How do you mean?"

"I didn't really think you'd want to have your photo taken by the town's resident lesbian."

"Don't be an idiot, Rose," I like it when she says my name "If I'm gonna go out of my way to get some douchebag to stop being an ass to you, I think I can handle spending some time with you without having some narrow minded opinion that all lesbians are perverts."

I'm not too sure that made sense.

Shut the fuck up and go along with it.

"A lot of people do make that judgment."

"Mostly women, right?" She asked.

"Yeah. It's like, I am a lesbian, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted t you."

"Ugh. Women can be such pigs." She rolled her eyes in good humour.

"They can." I nodded and took another sip of my drink. When I put it back on the table, we both let out small chuckles at our small banter.

"Is the dress I'm wearing okay?" she bit her lip.

Mmm...

"Yeah it's great! It's actually gone right down the look I was going for."

It completely floors the dress I bought. Floral. Pfft.

"Oh yeah?" She leaned forward, "What look's that?"

"You'll just have to wait and see." She sat back again, huffing and with a pout.

She's so adorable.

Dude. Shut up.

We stayed at the Diner and talked for what felt like forever, when really it was only just under an hour. Eventually, I knew that it was time to go, that we'd already wasted enough photography time even if it was spent getting to know my model.

When we parted in the lot to our different cars, she commented on my new paint job.

"You got your car fixed up then?"

"Yeah, got my friend Emmett to get it done for me, free of charge, so really, I didn't need to cause such a fuss at the Department yesterday, but I didn't want to ignore it and let whoever did it have the upper hand."

"You sound like this town is plotting your demise." She laughed.

"Sometimes it feels like it." I unlocked my car, and got it.

While I drove down the street, her beat up truck on my tail, I couldn't help but wonder if they actually were.