Disclaimer: Okay. When I was asleep last night, I owned Twilight. I wake up and guess what?
Yep, no Twilight ownership for me. Unless you count the books and DVDs I have.
Oh well, here's chapter three!
Chapter 3.
BPOV
"Oh! Light bulb," I shouted suddenly, "So then it can turn into a Cinderella story. Rose get ready to write,"
"The girl has been in love with this guy since... Uhm, how about eighth grade? Anyway, she is a fantastic song writer and knows how to play the guitar. So one day she's outside at lunch when everyone else is inside. The boy is a player and is trying to escape the swarm of girls. He hears her beautiful voice and goes to find it. But she disappears before can see who it is. He decides he has to find who it is so he makes a recording of the song and starts playing it all over the local stations and everything. The girl doesn't hear it though because she's always listening to her iPod,"
"Meanwhile, the girl and the boy become partners for something or another and they start to fall for each other. The girl's best friend comes to her and tells her about how the boy has been trying to find his Cinderella and everything. The girl is afraid he won't want her to be his Cinderella when he finds out who she really is so she doesn't go to him. The boy is falling in love with the girl more every time he talks to her, though. He doesn't want to make a move on her because he feels like he'd be betraying his Cinderella when he finds her,"
"Somehow the boy hears the girl singing - let's say their at homecoming and since neither of them had dates and their friends they dance together- and he's all like 'you're my Cinderella?' so the girl freaks out and runs away. I'm not really sure how it should end though, I'll have to think about that more."
When I got done I finally looked around to see Alice's, Emmett's, Jasper's, and Edward's eyes on me.
"Wow. How did you come up with that?" Emmett yelled.
I shrugged. Stuff like that just hit me.
Alice looked like a proud birdy mama who just watched her baby bird fly from the nest, "Bella is amazing at writing and stuff like that."
"I'll say," Jasper said.
Edward was still quiet.
"Hey, Edwino," Emmett said, "That'd be a pretty damn good play, eh?"
Edward nodded. "Amazing. How about you let me come up with the ending?"
The devil on my shoulder told me to tell him to fuck off and that I'd come up with all of it already, why not let me finish it? But my little angel said to give him a chance.
Stupid angel. I sighed, "Okay. But I have to approve of it," I added. There. That's something the Bella devil and angel could compromise on.
He nodded like a good doggy.
"I'm bored," Emmett said after a few minutes of silence. We were waiting for Edward to come up with the ending.
"How about us five start looking for songs while Edweiner comes up with a magical fairy tale ending?"
We agreed.
"Edward's got a big stack of CDs in his room," Jasper said leading us to wherever Edward slept. Wait. This was my room. Huh. Edwina had good taste in style.
It was true. The CD thing. I'm sure he had every CD imaginable. No wonder he was so interested in what kind of music I liked.
I started looking through every CD, pulling out ones that would be suitable for the play. Mayday Parade. Paramore. All Time Low. Sum 41. Plug In Stereo. And...
"Oh my gosh! He's got Adam!" I yelled at Rosalie and Alice.
We screamed together.
"Who the hell is Adam?" Jasper asked.
I gasped.
"Lambert, duh!" Alice said, hitting the back of his head.
I giggled and started singing my favorite song of his.
"So I got my boots on, got the right amount of leather," Alice and Rosalie joined in.
"And I'm doin' me up with the black colored liner. And I'm working my strut, but I know it don't matter. All we need in this world is some love."
We stopped singing when Edward burst in.
"Guys!" he said, skidding to a stop, "I have a perfect ending."
We all sat on the floor in a circle and listened to Edward.
"Okay. So, when the girl runs out, he goes after her but can't find her. He's been looking for her all day at school the next day, but he can't find her. At lunch he stands up on a table and explains how he loves the girl for who she is and blah, blah, blah. Then they do a little music number and the end."
I thought about that. Once we got the actual words in there, I figured it'd be a good ending.
"Nice, Edward," I approved. I was really surprised he hadn't said anything about a ki-
"Oh! And there has to be a kiss in there somewhere," he added.
I groaned. "No, Edward!"
"Awe, but why?" he sounded like a five-year old who couldn't get the new shiny toy he wanted, "I mean, like you said earlier, it's not going to be between us so why does it matter."
"Because, you think you're going to get lead so you just want to be able to kiss some chick. Right?" I explained.
He blushed. "Well, no..."
"Whatever. You know, I don't really care," I relented. Only because Lauren would probably end up play the lead, "We can start on the actual script the next time. Let's just focus on some possible music choices and-"
"Eddiekins? Emmypoo? Jazzypie?" a mothering voice called out from downstairs.
I snickered. "Eddiekins?" At the same time Alice laughed, "Jazzypie? Rosalie giggled too, "Emmypoo?"
All three guys' face turned bright red.
"Yeah, Mom?" Jasp- I mean Jazzypie, called to his mommy.
"Are you guys all in Edward's room?" she asked. I heard footsteps.
"Uh, yeah. Mom we have-" Edward started to say, he was interrupted when the door opened, "guests."
There stood a beautiful women. She was about my height with shoulder-length hair about the same color of Edward's haystack, but a lot neater. Her eyes blue like Emmypoo's and full of love. She looked about thirty at the most. Not even old enough to have three seventeen-year-olds.
"Oh. Who are your friends?" she asked.
I stood up and smiled at her, "I'm Bella. Edward and I got paired up to write this year's winter play. I brought my friends to help out. This one's Alice," I said pointing to her, "and that's Rosalie."
They stood up and smiled at her too. She hugged all of us and told us her name, Esme, then turned to the boys.
"And I expect you've been treating them respectfully? Like the gentlemen I raised you to be?" then she turned to us again, "Have they?"
I grinned, "Well, not at first. They've been a bit more respectful since we put them in their place though." Normally I didn't say things like that, but I was pretty sure all of them were mama's boys and they'd do as she said.
She nodded and looked at her sons again, "And what did you do to these young ladies that made her say that. I'm sure she wouldn't lie." I liked Esme.
They looked at each other, then Edward spoke up first, "Well, we almost ran them over with my Volvo. Not purposely!" he threw in when he saw the look on his mom's face, "And then we may have sorta hit on them..."
Esme looked appalled, "You mean to tell me each of you hit on every one of them?"
Jasper shook his head and stood up, "No. I went after Alice, Edward Bella, and Emmett was eyeing Rosalie."
Esme sighed and turned to us, "I'm sorry for my son's behavior. Their father and I raised them better than this. But their friends back in Chicago..." Esme shook her head, "Again, I'm sorry." She excused herself and left.
The guys let go of breaths they must have been holding the whole time.
Wait. Chicago? Edward, Emmett, and Jasper? Oh no...
"Oh God. Please do not tell me Jacob and the Wolf Gang got to you?" I said, falling onto Edward's bed.
"How do you know about them?" Emmett asked carefully.
I could hear Rosalie and Alice's gasps. Then Rosalie said, "Well, we used to date them."
The guys gasped this time.
"Oh. My. God," Edward said, falling onto the bed next to me.
A/N: It's short again, I know. I wanted to give you guys an update today though, and I need to get out of my pj's before one. (:
I promise, you'll learn about the Wolf Gang in the next chapter and a peak into all six of their pasts. It'll explain why the girls took MMA since they were seven and also why the guys are such douchenuggets.
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