Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight or any of the characters that Stephenie Meyer created, even though they are pretty amazing. We also do not own Doggie Style. (you'll see in a moment...)

a/n- katiemcullen here. I really don't know if my penname has spaces or not. Hell, I abbreviate it sometimes.

Sorry for the delay, I suck at life. But you knew that. :P Aileen hasn't seen this. Heh. I killed everyone off...so I hope she's okay with that...

"There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
There's always something new, some path I'm supposed to choose."

-"Burning Bright" Shinedown

Edward P.O.V.

I glanced up at Bella sitting across from me. I couldn't help the small smile that spread across my lips.

Bella was perfection.

She was reading the paper in front of her and sighing. She hated the articles about bad news. She liked the good news, so she told me. She wanted things to go well in this world. She liked when people wrote about the good things in life, not the tragedies.

"What?" she giggled, looking up, "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," I assured her.

Nothing but gorgeous features.

"Well then stop staring at me," she laughed.

But I couldn't help it.

She took another sip of her Vanilla Chai, because she earlier assured me it was a Vanilla Chai type day. I wasn't about to have her explain the reasoning behind her decision, but it was so Bella.

Everything she did was so Bella.

She dove back into her reading, and I dove back into my staring. Not in a creepy way, but I felt like I couldn't stop looking at her.

I noticed the way her lips turned down in dislike when she read something sad. I also noticed how she bit her straw when she drank hot liquids, and not cold ones. She couldn't drink out of those regular plastic lids without spilling the contents all over herself. So la mia vita settled for straws. I bet it was because she felt like she had more control over it. That way, she'd be able to stop the burning liquid before it got too severe. She didn't care if it wasn't classy, I'm sure that if she had coffee with the Queen of England at Starbucks, she would still drink through the damn straw. And she wouldn't care what anyone thought or said.

Cause that was Bella.

Miss Independent.

Her foot tapped restlessly against the tile floor of the coffee shop. The caffeine must have been flooding her veins, there was no other way that she would be able to tap her foot before caffeine.

She set down the newspaper and pushed it away.

"I can't read this crap anymore," she decided harshly.

"Alright then, what do you want to do?" I asked her.

We each had about an hour to kill before class, so we wouldn't just arrive there early.

"Let's just go back to the dorm," she decided.

Oh right, that hellhole.

"No," I stated.

"No?"

"We're going to go Isabella Swan job hunting."

She chuckled. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious," I retorted, "I'm setting you an application goal. You must fill out at least one,"

She let out a light snort. "Oh, Edward, you will never learn."

And Bella was stubborn.

We both got up and I lightly slung my arm over her shoulder.

"Now, Bella, what kind of job do you want," I asked her.

"Something easy, with flexible hours, the usual."

"How about a whore, you could work nights and weekends," I joked.

"I hate you, Edward Cullen," she spat venomously, her brown eyes rolled at my joke.

I spotted a help wanted sign, and I quickly ushered Bella across the street with me.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

What was this, Dora the Explorer?

"To get you a job," I told her.

I stopped in front of the restaurant and her eyes widened.

"No," she hissed flatly, "I don't do waitressing, Edward."

She pivoted on her feet and stormed off down the street.

"Why not?" I questioned, catching up with her.

"I trip over air particles, it's my mission in life to be clumsy. I guess it's my cross to bear," she shrugged.

I mean, I have seen the bruises she has, and there were countless times she had dropped things around the dorm. She only walked into a wall twice. I mean, she seemed rather stable. I guess I never really gave her grace and relationship with gravity much thought.

It made her Bella.

"Really?" I said in disbelief.

"Edward, if hospitals gave frequent flyer miles, I could go around the world. Twice."

I shook my head, chuckling.

"It's not only me I have harmed. Poor Jacob, and Charlie. Come to think of it, Billy and some other pack members have had injuries from me. Like the time Charlie had Jacob and I clean the gutters," she winced, "I ended up with a broken leg."

At the mention of Jacob, I felt my entire body stiffen.

Get over it, she's with him.

"I mean, didn't your father or Jacob think twice about putting you on a ladder?"

"Edward! I thought you were blind to my clumsiness," she laughed.

"I was," I informed her.

She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled.

"Traitor," she grumbled.

I guided her away from the restaurant and we crossed the street again. This time I had her in front of a pet store. I looked up at the sign and inwardly cracked up. It was called Doggy Style. Bella didn't notice the name.

"No,"

"It's a pet store, I mean, what could go wrong?"

"What could go wrong?! Edward?! I never kept a pet alive, ever!" she cried, her arms flailing in a hopeless attempt to make me sway my decision.

Sadly, la mia vita was wrong. My decision wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm sure you'll manage," I told her.

"Yeah, manage their carcasses!" she warned.

"Bella, you're being overdramatic. Have you been taking Alice lessons?"

"Edward. Trust me. I'm like the grim reaper. Anything I touch basically dies," she grimaced.

"Well let's test it out," I suggested.

She quirked an eyebrow at me. I held my hand out to her. Then, she smiled as she took the hint and I felt her small hand in mine. It wasn't awkward. It was refreshing. It was comfortable. La mia vita was holding my hand. I couldn't ask for more.

I longed to feel her creamy, smooth skin against mine since I first saw her. And it's now against me, I suppose.

This is as good as it's going to get, Cullen. Take what you can.

"See, you're not the grim reaper," I assured her.

"But you're human," she reminded me.

True. Very true.

I scoped out the pet store through the windows, it looked relatively nice. The animals all seemed like they were taken care of.

"Let's go in," I ordered.

She shook her head.

I placed my hands on her back and guided her in. Her weak backpedaling was really no match for me. It didn't take very long at all to have her in that pet store. I marched straight up to the counter and asked for an application.

The lady behind the counter gave me a cheeky smile. And she was way to skanky to pull off cheeky. I wasn't liking it. Cheeky's brown hair was twisted into a rat's nest on top of her head.

Bella's form that previously stood next to me began to back away.

Cheeky Lady slid an application across the counter and handed me a pen.

"Bella?" I offered, tipping the pen in her direction.

She angrily took the pen and quickly scrawled out the information. When it came to the second page of the application. Bella was told to describe her relationship with animals.

She snorted and scrawled some bull-shitting answer down about how she had gotten through her toughest times through the help of animals. No doubt, it was a lie.

She handed the application back to Cheeky Lady who gave it a quick once-over.

"When can you come for an interview?" Cheeky Lady asked her.

Bella's lips parted in a perplexing stare, "I…uh…are you serious?"

Cheeky Lady smiled, "Yes, I am. When do you think you can make it in again?"

"How about tomorrow?" Bella offered.

"Sure, I'll give you a call," Cheeky Lady decided.

"Thanks," Bella said.

She turned around and looked at the puppies in the cages.

One dog just took a crap and was eating it.

"Aw, no…don't do that!" Bella screeched as she rapped on the glass.

The dog's head whipped up and stared at Bella and started barking.

It was one ferocious animal. Its teeth were bared and its eyes were nearly jumping out of its head.

"Edward!" she cried, "Make it stop!"

"Maybe we should just go, Bella," I ordered as I grabbed her upper arm by my hand.

I led her out of the store and out to the sidewalk.

"See?" she cried, "Edward, face it, you were right. I am better off a whore."

Well, little did she know, she was going to be working at a place that sounded more like a whore house than a pet store. So, she sort of got her wish.

"Just wait and see what happens with this job," I encouraged her.

"Fine," she agreed.

"Bella, look up," I instructed her.

She glanced up and a horrified expression crossed her face.

"DOGGIE STYLE?!" she hissed, "Edward Cullen, you mean that I'm working at a place named after a sex position?!"

I couldn't handle it anymore. I busted out laughing in her face.

She scowled, "This isn't funny, Edward."

"You're right, it's not funny. It's hysterical," I chuckled, finally calming myself down.

"I hate you, Edward."

"Hey, it's not my fault you're oblivious," I chuckled.

She nastily rolled her eyes at me as she brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Let's go back to the dorm," I suggested.

She shrugged as she angrily led the way.

Bella P.O.V.

I flopped down on my bed in my room when Alice danced in. I didn't even have to look to see who entered.

"Well, well…I hear someone's going to get some tails wagging!" Alice chirped, her eyes excited and giddy.

I pulled my pillow over my head, "It's just a nightmare, I'm going to wake up any minute now," I chanted to myself.

Alice yanked the pillow off my face roughly.

"Hey!" I cried, "That's mine!"

She smiled evilly.

"Can I dress you for your job interview?!" she asked, putting on her innocent look.

"No," I told her sternly.

Her sincere face turned into a pout, "But, Bella…Rosalie doesn't let me dress her anymore,"

"Because Rosalie is smart,"

Just then, Rosalie came in.

"Why, thank you, Bella at least someone has some sense," Rosalie announced playfully.

Woah, wait a second. Was Rosalie Hale actually being nice to me?

I was thoroughly and completely shocked. I have learned to avoid that blonde monster.

"Looks like someone pulled the stick out of her ass. Oh, wait…Emmett did that for you, didn't he?" Alice giggled.

"Alice, you really know how to piss a girl off, don't you?" Rosalie said meanly. Her lips formed into her usual tight line. No smile, all anger.

Alice smirked, "Rose, girlie, can you please convince Bella that she should let me dress her for her job interview?"

"Interview? Where?" Rosalie asked curiously, completely ignoring Alice's lost cause.

Rosalie Hale was beginning to come around. She wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought. At least she pretended she cared.

"At that pet store just off campus," Alice answered for me.

"Doggie Style?!" Rosalie laughed.

I slowly nodded my head in shame.

"Oh my God! Bella, it sounds like…" Alice chirped.

"I know what it sounds like," I informed her, "Edward didn't tell me what it was called before…"

"You have eyes, Bella," Alice noted, "Just not for fashion. I mean have you seen your outfit?"

I glanced down, my worn out Forks Police Force t-shirt wasn't the most flattering, but it was fine with me. I think she was scowling at my beat up Converse. I had them since sophomore year, Jacob bought them for me, and I just couldn't part with them. I'm more than positive Alice was also hating my beat-up, grease stained jeans. Another thing that got that way because of Jacob, I would spend countless hours out in his garage, just fascinated with how he knew what was wrong with something just by looking at it. The knees were completely worn out, the bottom of them were frayed and torn.

"You look like a street urchin," Alice scowled. "I feel like I should be serving you free soup."

"You aren't dressing me," I firmly stated, standing my ground.

"Oh, I am! You just wait, missy," she chirped as she left the room.

She probably couldn't stand me and my clothing anymore. So she left.

Rosalie stood up awkwardly and followed her.

My phone began vibrating. I have learned to keep it on vibrate since Jasper and Emmett learned the song. They would sing along whenever my ringtone would go off. It would cause Rosalie and Alice to yell at them to shut up, and I would end up with a major headache while trying to talk to Jacob. Well, sometimes talking to Jacob would result in a headache. Then I'd have a double headache. It really wasn't fun.

I flipped open my phone and laid back on my pillows.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Bella. Leah, stop that!" Jacob cried.

Leah?

"Jacob? Leah? What?" I questioned.

"Bells, it's okay. It's just Leah," he confirmed.

Just Leah.

There was never a 'just Leah'. It was always a 'get Leah the hell away from me,' or 'let's get out of here Leah's coming,'. He never referred to her like that. Was I being…replaced?

"Leah Clearwater?" I asked, my throat suddenly drying up.

"Yeah, you know her," Jacob chuckled.

Of course, I knew Leah. Everyone knew Leah. Just, no one really liked her. She would always complain about the pack and the weird rituals. She was such a bitch. Jacob hated her. Why the hell was he with her then? I mean, sometimes Jacob would hang out with Seth, but he was a nice guy. Now, Leah, she was a handful, and an earful.

"Jacob, why are you with her?" I questioned.

"Bells, you're just full of questions today, aren't ya?" Jacob laughed. Along with Leah.

Bitch. I was on speakerphone.

So I did what any pissed off, irate girlfriend would do.

I hung the fuck up on him.

A moment later, he called again. This time, I just stared at my phone, not feeling an ounce of regret for hanging up on him.

I got up and slung my bag of books over my back for my class. Edward was sitting at the table, his hands still cradling the Vanilla Chai I ordered for him. He was hunched over slightly, just enjoying being alone.

The sight of him brought a smile to my face. Talking to him immediately made me feel better.

I set my phone down on the table. It began vibrating again.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Edward noticed.

"Nope," I decided.

I saw his eyes glance over the caller I.D. screen.

"It's Jacob," he confirmed.

I scoffed. I knew that.

"I know. Fuck, Jacob," I hissed bitterly, leaning my arms across my chest and leaning back in my chair.

a/n- And the bitchy, psycho girlfriend award goes to...Bella Swan! Hoped all of you enjoyed this. Sorry I'm such a fail. It happens? *dodges many food objects thrown at head*I hope your lives are better than mine :) And no...no one really died. I was just...lying.


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