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A/N: Hey everyone! So, in short, a lot of things have happened over the last few weeks that have delayed this update. You can read what happened at the end of the chapter, if you are interested. Now, I have no idea how personal trainers work in RL. I did a bit of research but that's as far as I went. So, if anything is wrong please tell me and I'll fix it. I'll try to update once more before Breaking Dawn comes out but I can't promise anything. I will for sure update after I'm done reading the book. We only have to wait 3 more days! Ah! I would love it if you guys told me what you think of this chapter. After this chapter, things will really start to roll. Enjoy!
Also, I have a question. What happens to my documents when they run out of "life" after 60 days? Do I have to upload them again? haha. I'm so confused as to what I should do. If anyone could tell me what to do, I would appreciate it immensely.
p.s. I dedicate this chapter to sallox and vonbear, over on lj, because they're freaking amazing. :D
CHAPTER 2. PART 3.
My fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as I waited for Mike in the parking lot. I glanced toward the clock on the dashboard and cursed under my breath-10:45 a.m. As I placed my hand over the car horn, ready to honk it, I thought better of it and took out my cell phone instead. A loud tapping on my window caused me to jump in my seat, sending my phone flying into the back seat. I glared at Mike before reaching behind and picking up my phone from the floor. He was still smiling as I rolled down the window.
"Where have you been? I told you to meet me here at 10:30 not 10:47. Get to your car and follow me before Jessica cancels our appointment."
The smile was wiped from his face by the time I rolled my window back up. He raced to his car and jumped in as I left the parking lot. I was fuming by the time we reached Jessica's office. Mike grabbed my arm before I opened the door and spun me around to face him.
"I'm so sorry I was late, Bella. I got caught up in a meeting and lost track of time. Please, don't be mad at me. I promise not to be late for any more appointments, okay?"
Mike ran his thumb over my cheek, trying to calm me. I sighed in defeat and nodded my head. What he did next took me by surprise. Mike cupped my face with his hands and leaned toward me, looking intently into my eyes the entire time. I sucked in a quick breath as his lips neared mine. My eyes closed on their own, readying myself for the contact. Just as his lips touched mine, I heard the jingle of the door open. I gasped in shock and jumped back.
"Oh…crap. Did I interrupt something?" Jessica asked from the door way. An embarrassed look on her face. I cleared my throat and looked over at Mike, who was disappointed beyond belief.
"You didn't. Don't worry about it. Sorry we're late. Mike's meeting went on longer than we expected." I quickly grabbed Mike's hand and walked into the office, following Jessica. We were directed to her desk and sat opposite her. On her desk I saw stacks upon stacks of thick books and portfolio's. I held in the impulse to let out an irritated sigh.
"Jessica, this is my fiancé, Michael. Mike, this is the wedding planner, Jessica."
"It's nice to finally meet you, Michael." Jessica said as she shook Mike's hand.
"Please, call me Mike. I'm sorry I haven't been able to meet with you earlier. It's just that I've been caught up with work."
"I understand completely. Are we ready to get to work?" Jessica smiled politely and looked at us. Mike and I looked at each other in unison, we both let out a sigh and nodded at each other. I watched as Jessica picked up one of the thick portfolio's and laid it out in front of us. My head started to swim as I saw page after page of wedding invitations. Oh God, was this torture ever going to end?
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as we left Jessica's office. After many hours of deliberation we finally picked out an invitation that was appropriate for the wedding. As I walked towards my car, Mike in tow behind me, I noticed that this day was different for some reason. I couldn't place my finger on it until I looked up to the sky. I gasped in surprise- the sun was out. It wasn't shining brightly nor could you feel any heat but it was floating amongst the clouds, making it's presence known. It was very rare when the sun was out in Seattle, let alone during this time of the year.
"Look, the sun is out. How often does that happen?" Mike followed my line of sight towards the clouds.
"Not often. Do you have any where to be at right now? I was hoping that you could join me for lunch." As much as I would of enjoyed having lunch with him on a beautiful day, like today, I had more pressing issues at hand.
"Actually, I do have somewhere to be at right now. I'm meeting up with Rose. She wants to know how the planning is going. Can I take a rain check?" I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't get mad.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll call you later. Maybe I can take you out for dinner." I smiled at Mike, appreciating that he understood.
"Absolutely. I'll call you when I'm done." I gave Mike a quick hug before dashing off to my car.
As I neared the café, where I would be meeting Rosalie, I couldn't help but imagine what my life was going to be like within the next year. I sat down at our usual table and tried to push those thoughts from my mind for the time being. Once I was in the safety of my home, I would imagine whatever my mind threw at me. For now, I would enjoy my time with Rosalie. Darkness took over my vision as I felt two hands cover my eyes. Fear took over my body but before it could settle in, I heard a familiar laugh at my ear.
"Guess who?" I shook my head as Rosalie giggled behind me.
"Ummm, I have no idea who this is." I responded back while picking up my drink, taking a sip.
"Oh, come on, Bella! You know exactly who this is." I finally gave in and laughed.
"Is this Rosalie Hale? The most beautiful woman to walk the streets of Seattle?" I laughed louder as Rose gasped in shock, removing her hands from my eyes.
"For your information, I'm the most beautiful woman to walk the face of the planet. Thank you very much." Rosalie joked but her statement wasn't hard to believe.
I lost track of time as Rosalie and I began to talk about the wedding. Her cheerfulness was contagious and for the first time, since this whole ordeal began, I was actually getting excited about the wedding. The feeling only lasted for a minute before another familiar emotion replaced it. The conversation finally headed into the direction that I had been dreading and anticipating at the same time.
" So, did you find the dress yet?" I could see a light flicker on in Rosalie's eyes. I kept silent, purposely prolonging the silence. You could almost hear a drum roll.
"Yes, I did!" My excitement from before returned again. Rosalie had accompanied me on previous dress hunting journeys. Each time ended the same as we left a bridal store-empty-handed, tired and annoyed. At the end of the day Rosalie encouraged me that we would find the perfect dress, out there somewhere. So, her reaction didn't surprise me as she ran around the table and pulled me into a tight hug.
"I can't believe you finally found it, Bella! What does it look like? Does it have a train? What kind of fabric is it made out of? When can I see it?"
"Rosalie, slow down! I'll tell you everything you want to know." I laughed and dove into the description of my dress.
"It sounds absolutely gorgeous, Bella. When can I see you wearing it? As the maid of honor, I'm entitled to an opinion." Rosalie's smile faded as my eyes betrayed what I was truly feeling.
"What's wrong? Did I say something that upset you?" I shook my head. My hands twisted nervously in my lap as I thought about what I was going to say.
"Rosalie…five years ago, you told me that you would help me with anything. No matter what it was. Does that still apply now? Even after such a long time?" Rosalie took my hands in hers.
"Of course, Bella. I meant the five years ago and I still mean it now. What's wrong?" I looked into her caring eyes.
"It's about the dress. I have a problem with it." Confusion now also present in her eyes.
"But, you just told me that the dress is perfect. What's wrong with it?"
"The dress is perfect, I'm not. The problem is me." Tears fell onto our clasped hands. Stupid emotions. Rosalie scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"Don't say that, Bella. You are not a problem, that dress isn't perfect compared to you. Talk to me." I sniffed the tears away and explained my situation.
"So basically, the dress is a little tight on you but you bought it anyways because you won't find a better dress anywhere else."
"Yes, but here's where you come in. I know I don't need to say this but I'll say it anyways. You have the body that any woman would trade their soul to have." Rosalie blushed, playfully rolling her eyes. I took this as my cue to continue.
"It's obvious that you know how to stay in shape. So...I was wondering if you could help me to lose weight, so I can fit into my dress." I felt blood rush into my cheeks at an alarming rate.
"Oh, Bella. Is that all?" She once again pulled me into a hug. I waited for her response. It was very unlike me to ask anyone for help. I didn't like to push my problems onto other people who had their own issues to solve. It took a lot of courage from my part to ask Rosalie for her assistance.
"I'd love to help but I have a better idea." My head snapped up at this. I watched as Rosalie dug through her purse in search of something.
"What are you doing, Rose?" She held up one finger while rummaging through her massive bag.
"Ah ha! Here we go." I saw as she twirled a business card in between her fingers.
"Bella, what would you say if I told you to hire a person trainer?" The look on her face was mischievous as she said this. Horror swept across my face as I understood where she was getting at.
"No. No, Rose. I am not doing that." I whined, feeling the tears come back full force.
"Just think about it Bella-" I cut Rosalie off before her train of thought could go any further.
"No, Rosalie. I can't hire a personal trainer! That's a horrible idea. Why can't I just go to the gym and work out with you?" Anger quickly took place of my sadness as I really thought about Rosalie's suggestion.
" Bella, calm down. You're going to give yourself a heart attack. We can't have a wedding if the bride is dead." I narrowed my eyes.
"Just hear me out, okay?" I nodded my head and listened to Rosalie's crazy idea.
"There are a lot of reasons as to why a personal trainer would be more beneficial to you than going to the gym with me. Reason number one,..." I looked at Rosalie as she began to tick off the reasons on her fingers.
"...the gym that I go to is closed by the time you get off work. If you had a personal trainer you could create a flexible schedule as to when you two could meet. Reason number two and three, you would be wasting your time and money if you got a gym membership. Tell me something, if we were to go to a gym at this very moment what would you do?"
Rosalie's question caught me off-guard. I opened my mouth to speak, hoping a witty response would come out, but nothing came. Rosalie smiled in triumph.
"Exactly what I though. Honestly, I wouldn't know what to do either. A personal trainer, on the other hand, would know exactly what to do for you, Bella. He could focus solely on you. Plus, you wouldn't be wasting your money at a gym, not knowing what do, if you had a personal trainer." Rosalie leaned back in her seat, smiling smugly, waiting for my decision.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, she was completely right. Being the person that I am, I wasn't going to give in that easily.
"But how do I know that I can trust in this person? For all I know, he could be a molester posing as a personal trainer just to get away with touching people." My excuse sounded ridiculous even to my ears but it was the best excuse I could come up with. I could see, as Rosalie rolled her eyes, that she didn't fall for it either.
"These people are certified professionals, Bella. People go to college and get degrees in this profession. I could run a background check on him if you want me to." To prove her point, Rosalie began dialing on her cell phone. I quickly yanked the phone away from her hand, shutting it.
"You're not just doing this to avoid me, right?" All of a sudden, I felt insecure. What if Rosalie had finally had enough of me? I wouldn't blame her if she wanted to avoid me.
"No, no. Of course not, Bella. How in the world could you think that? I'm just thinking about what's best for you. You can be so silly sometimes." Her words sounded sincere, I couldn't help but believe her. Taking a deep breath, I dove her first into what would surely become a disaster.
"Okay, okay…I'll do it." Rosalie clapped her hands, smiling wide.
"Yay! I have the perfect person in mind to help you. He works-"
"Wait! You know someone that's a personal trainer?" I looked at Rosalie in disbelief.
"Of course I do. He was my personal trainer when I first started modeling. After my career took off, I was able to manage on my own." Before I knew what was happening, Rosalie was up and out of her seat.
"Wait, where are we going?" I took out a twenty from my wallet, placing it on the table.
"Is it okay if we go over to where he works?" I picked up my pace to catch up with her.
"Now? It's almost six, Rose. What kind of personal trainer works at this time?"
"He works at a twenty-four hour gym close by. I'm sure I'll be able to talk to him about
setting up an appointment with you." Huh, there were twenty-four hour gym's nowadays, impressing.
I followed Rosalie to the gym, parking beside her. Before I could get out of my car, Rosalie was at my window, telling me to wait. I did as I was told, trusting in Rosalie. A few minutes later, the passenger down opened. Rose shut the door behind her, turning in her seat towards me.
"So, I talked to him and he would be more than willing to help you. I already set up your first appointment and set up a schedule for you. I hope you don't mind, I know your work times and arranged everything from there." I simply nodded. This was happening a lot faster than I anticipated.
"Here are the guidelines, contract, schedule and basic rules." Various papers were placed into my hands. I would definitely go over the contract once I was at home, I didn't want to get scammed.
"Call him tomorrow morning to verify your appointment. Here's his business card. Oh crap, I really have to go. Call me later, okay?" I hugged Rose goodbye. As I read the business card one thought ran through my mind: What was I getting myself into?
Edward Cullen
Professional Fitness Instructor
(206) 415-8699
A/N: I'll try to explain this in the shortest way possible. A few weeks ago we took my mom to the ER because she had painful stomach problems. Bluntly put, I was freaking out. My mom is my best friend, my support system, my hero, to see her in such pain and not being able to do anything about it, took a toll on me. I stayed strong for my little sister but inside I was panicking. We found out that her gallbladder had to be removed and that she would have to stay in the hospital that very day. Everything happened so fast and before I knew it, she was out of the OR. My sister and I took care of her while she slowly but surely got better. We brought her home and nursed her back to health. Thankfully, she's a lot better.
Now, in order to pay for the hospital bills that will come any day now, I had to get a job. My job is very demanding. Sometimes, I have to work up to 14 hours a day. Unfortunately, I have to work during the weekend sometimes. By the end of the day, I'm so tired, all I can think about is sleep, thus delaying my updates. This situation came out of nowhere but I'm determine to make the best of it. If anything, I'll be trying even harder to update. During my breaks, the only thing I do is write. Please, be patient with me. I have a lot of plans for this story and all I can hope is that you'll stick by me while this story unravels itself. I can assure you that you won't be disappointed. Thank you to anyone that read this.
Love, Fatima.