A/N: LOOK WHO'S BACK FROM THE DEAD! WOOT WOOT!!!!!!! okay, soooooooo *sings* I'm baacccccccckkkkk! i m so sorry. i kind of lost inspiration for this story but guess WHAT? i read over some of it and i got INSPIRATION FROM MY OWN STORY! how weird is that? well anyway, the words started to flow (hope you can tell) and i promise to not take that long to update! - unless i can't help it. but anyway, read on my lovely, patient readers!
The Not So Secret Life of a Hollywood Starlet
(oh, and i m not so great with Spanish...yeah, you'll see)
Chapter 9
BPOV
I watched Alice's tiny form disappear followed by Jasper. What the hell does she need Jasper for?
I sighed and looked back at Edward. He was tapping his fingers against the table in a steady rhythm. He suddenly paused and turned to face me. "What's your favorite color?"
"Hmm?" I muttered, unintentionally leaning closer to him.
"What's your favorite color?" he repeated with an amused smile.
I shrugged slightly. "It changes daily. It just happens to be green today." I felt my face flush as I looked into his green eyes.
"Care to explain?" He asked, eyeing my blushed face.
"It's nothing really," I muttered, resting my head on my hand and trying not to look at him.
"Hmm… Okay, then, what's your favorite movie?"
"That's easy – nothing with either me or Jacob Black in it. Romeo and Juliet is my most favorable one, I suppose."
He raised an amused eyebrow. "What's with the Jacob Black part?"
I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my food disdainfully. "He's an ass – simple as that," I muttered.
Edward looked confused. "Then why do you do so many, movies with him?"
I shrugged. "I don't plan to – I just do, you know? I just accept a role and I get the part – nothing big. And after a while I hear that Jake's going to be in it, too."
Edward tilted his head to the side, as if he was trying to understand something. The only thing the action did, though, was make him look adorable.
"What's your favorite movie?" I asked.
He glanced at his hands. "Hmm…I happen to have a soft spot for anything classic."
"What do you consider 'classic', then?"
He shrugged. "Any movie based off a Shakespeare play, Charles Dickinson novel…you know, stuff like that."
I giggled. "Why is that?"
He glanced up at me and smiled crookedly. "I guess you can call me old-fashioned."
I raised an eyebrow but before I could reply, the shrill ring of my cell phone broke through our conversation. "Fuck," I whimpered. "Work."
"You can answer it if you want," Edward offered kindly although I could see disappointment in his eyes.
I smiled. "Thanks," I murmured softly, not breaking eye contact with him as I brought my phone to my ear.
"Bella Swan," I muttered into my cell phone.
I heard dead silence on the other end.
"Hello?"
A gasp of breath was audible through the speaker. "Bella…Swan?" A voice asked incredulously. The male voice sounded dimly familiar but of no importance.
"Yeah," I spoke a bit slowly.
"BELLA!" the voice screamed, breaking my eardrum.
What. The. Hell?
I winced away from my phone.
"BELLA SWAN! HOLY SHIT!" the voice continued.
"May I ask who's speaking?" I said a bit hesitantly.
"This is Tyler Crawley!"
Oh. My. Fucking. Shit! FUCK! COVER BLOWN! COVER BLOWN!
I quickly hit the 'end' button on my cell phone, cursing.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, concerned.
I dropped my head onto the table, my hair spilling around my face. "I have a new stalker."
He chuckled. "Do you know who it is or are you planning to stalk another member of the public?"
I blushed, remembering the day we met. "His name is Tyler Crawley. He's in my English class," I told the table.
"Crowley?" Edward growled.
I cringed. "The very one," I whispered.
Edward sighed. "We'll have to fix this somehow. How did get your number, anyway?" His voice held some light amusement.
"He asked for my number so, against my better judgment, I gave it to him," I said, bored. "I should also stop saying 'Swan' when I answer my phone," I added as an afterthought.
Edward chuckled musically, sending my heart into a sprint.
"What do you suppose we do about it?" I mumbled.
"We could act like he's delusional – which he has been," Edward muttered distastefully.
I looked up at him, surprised. "What's the deal with you and him?"
He shrugged. "I don't really know. I've actually known Tyler since I was little. Tyler always had a dislike for me, mildly speaking. He always liked to push me around. Then, one day I got fed up and pushed him back, I guess. We've always had a rivalry against each other. He hates me and the feeling is mutual."
I glanced down at my knotted hands, at a loss for words.
"Why do you want to be…normal?" Edward asked suddenly, quietly.
"I just…never really liked being famous, I guess. I just got sucked into it an now I can't get out."
Edward looked surprised. "Wouldn't you enjoy being famous?"
I shook my head sadly. "I don't. Try having cameras constantly shoved into your face and being screamed at by reporters."
He smiled. "I guess I can understand your point of view."
"You can understand it but you don't have to live with it," I muttered.
He laughed joyously, throwing his head back.
For a moment, I was in complete awe. He seemed…perfect in an odd way. Not odd like he had something wrong with him… Just odd in a way of how he could possibly be so perfect.
"Favorite book?" he questioned.
"Wuthering Heights," I admitted, toying with my hair.
He snorted. "I think that book has no purpose other than to be horrible."
"Hey! I like it," I defended.
"How is it possible for you to like it?" he asked incredulously.
My chin jutted out. "I do," I told him with a huff.
He laughed teasingly.
"Why are you laughing?" I glared at him.
He laughed a bit harder but tried to choke it off. "You just…you aren't threatening in the least! You actually look quite adorable."
I narrowed my eyes and his 'choking' problem occurred once again. "Shut your mouth, Edward Cullen."
"As you wish," he murmured sweetly, clamping his mouth shut. His eyes gleamed with playfulness.
I rolled my eyes. "You're not in the Princess Bride so cut it the hell out."
He raised an eyebrow. "Am I not, madam?"
I smacked his arm with my hand. "Shut it."
He smirked, amused.
"BELLA!" I heard a scream.
I looked leisurely over my shoulder and spotted Alice waving her arms, rushing to me.
Edward rolled his eyes. "Yes Alice?"
Alice panted and gripped my arm in a death grip. "You need to come with me. Now."
"But-"
"Shut it. You're coming with me now! Oh, hey Edward. You won't want to come – shopping emergency."
"You're dragging me from school for shopping?" I asked, not being able to comprehend the sentence.
"Yeah," Alice told me as if it was obvious.
"Why?"
She sighed, clucking her tongue. "There is a party tonight and we need the perfect outfits. Comprende?"
"Spanish doesn't suit you, Alice," Edward chuckled.
She gave him a hard glare but grasped my arm. "Adious amego!" she shouted over her shoulder, throwing her dramatically arm out in farewell.
A/N: you have to admit, Alice was pretty funny. um...review? please? i'd love it if you did because then i'd know that you haven't lost faith in this story.
oh! also, i will be doing a new thing! i m going to give you some lyrics and you tell me the band and the song! if you get it right, you get a chapter dedicated to you (which i haven't done in this story yet!) these are the same ones i just put up in When I Became a Princess... so if you review with the right band and song name, you get a chapter in both stories dedicated to you! WEEEEEE! i m onnna roll and i don't know why! so anyway, onward to the lyrics and they're going to be in A LITTLE LESS SIXTEEN CANDLES! WOOT!
"Grown up
She just turned 16
Stuck in the moment
Dead at the scene
And it's on tonight
This is the life that you wanted, right?
So turn off all the lights."
I spotted a flash of familiar brown hair. I shook off the thought. Bella wouldn't be here… (*gets a snotty tone* oh...my...gowd! did she just put A Little Less Sixteen Candles sneak peek in? *other girl* you know, like, what, Brit? i think she did!) oh, and this happens to be in EPOV and he's the one singing :D
"Dressed up just like a movie star
At all the parties they'll know who you are
Wouldn't it be great, to be fashionably late?
So why don't you wait, till you're sedated?"
I saw the brown shiny locks again. What the hell?
"Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight?
"Yeah, what I'm saying is do you, do you want to lose it all?
Cause this is more than just a dance hall drug
You can't wait to fall in love.
"All I'm saying is do you, do you want to learn to fly?
Then you should pack it up and say goodbye,
Cause when the push comes to the shove,
It's just a dance hall drug."
Itis Bella.
A/N: heeheehee! i feel so happy for some reason! oh well, watch my mood slowly deflate like a balloon. so, jut a hint, the song name is in the last line of the last stanza...i m basically GIVING it to you! reviews would be lovely!
H&H, dream-a-lot