I don't own twilight or its character, nor the songs mentioned. However I am trying to patent the nick name "Peaches", However I have a feeling they will laugh at me like the laughed at Donald Trump.
Chapter 14. It has Begun.
Sunday morning I was ripped from bed by Alice and her mother, to go shopping. Alice by herself is too much to handle in the morning but, Mary and Alice, made me want to spoon my brain out if I couldn't find a rope fast enough to hang my self. We shopped 'til I dropped, then we ate, then we shopped more. I had a entire new wardrobe of light colored sexy but innocent outfits. Mary dropped Alice and I off at home around 9:00pm. It was in my huge walk-in closet that, Alice, broke down sobbing. She thanked me for excepting her mother's offer. She said that, that day was the longest amount of time she had spent with her mother in over ten years. She also explained that her mother offered her a job as my assistant, and how that meant she was going to be spending much more time around her mother that way. I felt so bad that me working for her mother was the only way she could have a relationship with her. Actually it pissed me off, but I bit my tongue because I knew it meant a lot to Alice, and that this made her happy, and I had to support my best friend.
I showed up on time, to Mary's office Monday morning. I met my "team" of freakin miracle workers, if you ask me. And I instantly liked them all. Jane, my hairdresser was a petite blonde haired lesbian, who could inflict pain, with a mere comb. Her brother Alex is my make-up artist, also a person of the "same partner persuasion" if you now what I mean. He takes his sweet ass time doing my make-up because "GIRL, perfection isn't something bitches aren't born with, it's something they earn, through pain…..OK? OK", Well, my ass was already tingly numb after the first make-up session, and I may never get the feeling back in my feet. Heidi, my stylist is really nice, but was clearly a "mean girl" in her high school days, but she has an amazing way of talking me into wearing whatever she picks out for me, I always fall for it "Hook line and sinker". Demetri, the tall dark and muscularly handsome man he is, is quite amazing. He has taught me how to speak without my accent in only two weeks! I am still not sure if I can actually "act" but he has a lot of faith in me. He is really fun to hang out with, and loves to challenge me in arm wrestling. He knows he will win, since he out weighs me by at least two hundred pounds, but he seems to enjoy my feistiness, and I simply enjoy touching any part of his hot body I can; even if it's just his hand.
I have been practicing the two songs that I will be singing in the movie, "Forgive" and "Stay", and I have to say, I love them. I went to my audition, and just like Mary said, I got the part. So here I am on set, of my first movie, "The Choices He Made", starring none other than Anthony fuckin my wet-dreams Masen! And get this, I have a small but important role in the movie. I am the struggling college student, who is an aspiring musician and song-writer, who he meets in a bar, during "open mic night" where I sing a song I wrote about my ex-boyfriend cheating on me (Forgive by Rebecca Lynn Howard), we start a relationship, I find out he is married, he tells me he is going to leave his wife, I get smart and tell him off by inviting to "open mic night" and sing the song I write for him (Stay, by Sugarland).
The whole movie is in his perspective, so I am really only in a few scenes, the rest I am on the phone with him and stuff. But, once my character dumps him, his wife gets smart and dumps him too, and he is left alone because of "The Choices He Made". Awesome I know! But the best part, and the scariest part of it all, is that I have a Hot and Heavy make-out session with Mr. Panty wetter himself!!!! Hells yeah!
So, here I sit, in my "dressing room"/trailer, strumming on my guitar, wishing that I could use it in the movie instead of that shiny black one, that's currently laying on the couch. One of the songs that I will be singing in the movie is awesome and soft, but the other is very difficult and straining. I am really nervous about playing and singing it in front of….well anybody.
I always said that be it,
That I wouldn't stick around
If it ever came to this,
Here I am, so confused,
How am I supposed to leave,
When I can't even move…….
The door to my trailer is ripped open and a tall figure jumps in and slams it shut. What the HELL! This jackass thinks he can just barge in! I am going to kick his ass. I got up from my chair and rushed towards him. "Ummmm, HI? Who the hell do you thi-" I stopped dead in my tracts, as the face of an angel smiles sheepishly at me.
"Hi…..Anthony Masen (he points at himself)….hey I need to hide… please keep your voice down, please don't let her know I am in here!" He said as he rushed into my bathroom and shut the door. Ok…not exactly how I wanted to meet the man of my dreams but I guess it will do. KNOCK KNOCK BANG I walked to the door and opened it. There standing below me was Tanya Denali, THE Tayna Denali, who played the lead role in my favorite Vampire movie of all time.
"Uh…hi? Can I help you" I asked shyly.
"UH yeah, is Anthony in there with you, I thought I saw him run over here" she sneered, with one hand on her hip and the other dismissively waving about.
"Anthony?" I asked innocently. Why am I hiding him?….does it matter he is stuck in here, in your bathroom…..OH GOD! Did I leave my tampons out….OH LORD!
"Did I stutter? Yes Anthony, Anthony Masen, is he in there with you!" She was getting upset and talking to me as if I have a mental disability.
OH no this bitch did not just talk down to me….I wonder how much trouble I would get in if I broke that pointy little nose of hers?
I stepped down out of the trailer, and stood inches from her face. "Tanya is it? (she nodded)….Well, Tanya, Anthony is not here, and why is he any of your concern anyways, are you stalking him or something……kinda needy don't you think?" I smiled smugly at her. I knew why she was following him. They had been dating since the filming of the vampire movie. But maybe they are broken up….SCORE!…or they are just fighting and he is hiding cuz he doesn't want to talk….UGH!
"Who the fuck are you?(I said nothing) Exactly! NO ONE, you are nothing. It is none of your business why I am chasing Anthony, just answer my damn question….you fuckin white trash bitch! You are wasting my time." Do I break her nose first or just choke her?…NO, she deserves a warning…..ONE warning.
"Listen here Malibu bimbo barbie….I may be country, I may be redneck…..fuck! I may even be Okie, But I am NOT, and I will NEVER be white trash, that is reserved for slutty cheap whores like you, but I guess you already know that…right? Right! SO…why don't you walk away before I fuck up that pretty little face of yours, and your plastic surgeon has to not only redo that nose, again for what the fourth time? But he will have to put your whole fucking face back together!" I stepped back up into the trailer and turned around to face a dazed and shocked Tanya. I leaned down to get eye level with her again and said, " And don't you ever fuckin talk down to me! Especially when you are clearly so ignorant that you will try to track down a guy that had been running away from you. Get a fucking clue, he is trying to ditch your sorry ass!…….Oh and you might want to close your mouth, it's very unattractive to be standing around with your jaw on the floor….well, don't just stand there like you ride the short bus….GO…..walk away…..go on" I waved her off before slamming the door and then punching it a few times. What? It's better than Tanya's face right? I took at few calming deep breaths and turned around. Only to find Anthony smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes. "What Masen?" I said as I brushed pass him, grabbing a bottle of water from the small fridge, and placing it on my now bruised knuckles.
"Nothing…that….that was just…..Amazing, amusing, attractive…..no one has ever spoke to Tanya that way, I am surprised she didn't have a heart attack! You have quite a wicked and venomous tongue there, little missy….I mean, I have heard from Jasper and Emmett, but DAMN!"
"Yeah, well, she deserved it…..she is just lucky to have walked away at all! I almost choked her! I really and seriously thought about it. Who the hell does she think she is? You don't treat people like that, especially strangers!" I sat back down in my chair, and grabbed my guitar. "So, I guess you already know that Emmett is my brother, and all that Jazz" I eyed him as he walked over and sat down on my couch, the side that wasn't occupied by that ugly shiny guitar. I laid my head back and took deep calming breaths again.
"Thanks by the way…I mean, you didn't have to lie for me, and I am sorry that she was so mean to you….and well….I don't really know "all that Jazz" Emmett is very tight lipped when it comes to his bear cub" he smirked , and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever…..and you don't have to apologize for that walking talking piece of plastic and silicone….it's nothing I haven't heard before…but….GOD! What did you ever see in that girl….she is like a total psycho!" I huffed out.
He laughed, " I never saw anything in her….EVER…our whole "relationship" was merely for publicity….you know how it is…"
" No I don't know how it is….I am new to all this…..Marie by the way"
"What?" I sat up and looked at him, he just sat there looking more like a god than a human and he had a very confused look on his perfect face.
"Marie…Marie McCarty, it's my name since you never asked" His eybrows mashed together, like he was thinking really hard, or still very confused.
"Marie McCarty…as in Emmett McCarty's little sister"
"Oh, no….I know who you are" He winked at me. Dear baby Jesus, please for give me for these sinful thoughts, and please give me the strength not to ravage him right now, thank you and Amen!
"OK…so what's up with the whole "I am thinking really hard and looking confused" expression you were giving a minute ago?" I was getting annoyed.
"ummm….nothing….SO…what was my personal savior and new bodygaurd, doing before I so rudely busted in your trailer and hid in your bathroom?" He smirked. OH and, Baby Jesus…please tell me that I didn't have tampons all over the bathroom, or at least that you will erase his memory of them. Thank you and Amen.
"I was practicing" I motioned to my guitar.
"Oh? Well I would like to hear you play, I heard you are pretty good, well I think amazing was the word used, but hey, I am not one to stroke anyone's ego but my own (He winked I blushed)…..I have about two hours till we start shooting again, and well….I have to hide here until then….(He smiled sweetly)…. is that ok?" Like I would ever kick you off my couch or out of my bed baby…..focus Bella! Dear Baby Jesus……Just give me a pass for all the dirty thoughts that will cross my mind in the next two hours…..I don't want to bug you every two seconds…thank you and Amen!
"Ummm ( I bit my lip)….I know that I am supposed to, like sing and play it tomorrow but I am…kinda embarrassed, so I rather not" I said with a blush.
"Oh, come on Marie! Maybe it will help you with your stage fright….come on, you have to be good, because you would have never been cast as the "Aspiring singer song writer" who jumps my bones" I blushed crimson.
"I can not believe I am going to sing to Anthony Masen in my trailer none the less" I groaned in frustration trying to cover my embarrassment.
"Don't be like that….I may be "Anthony Masen" but, don't think of it that way, think of me as your friend, someone you've know for a long time" He smiled encouragingly at me.
I rubbed down my face with my hands, and groaned again, "Fine….this song goes out to my BFF Anthony Masen, he likes to hide in my bathroom and I enjoy scarring the shit out of his publicity girlfriends….you better be the president of my fucking fan club someday for this!….and it gets loud at some parts so, bear with me" I smirked.
"Oh, I like it loud" He winked, I almost pissed myself. Once my heart came back down for 214 BPM, I closed my eyes, grasped my guitar and began singing.
I always said that be it,
That I wouldn't stick around
If it ever came to this,
Here I am, so confused,
How am I supposed to leave,
When I can't even move,
In the time it would have took to say,
Honey I'm home, how was your day,
You dropped a bomb right where we live
And just expect me to forgive……….
Well that's a mighty big word for such a small man
And I'm not sure I can…..
Cuz I don't even know now who I am
It's to soon for me to say Forgive…..
I should ask but I won't
Was it love or just her touch
Cuz, I don't think I want to know
So get you some things and get out.
Don't call me for a day or two, So I can sort this out
Well you might have well ripped the life out of me right here tonight
When through the balling tears you said
Can you ever just forgive……
Well that's a mighty big word for such a small man
And I'm not sure I can…..
Cuz I don't even know now who I am
It's to soon for me to say Forgive…..
You know what they say,
Forgive and forget
Relive and regret……..
Forgive…
Well that's a mighty big word for such a small man
And I'm not sure I can…..
Cuz I don't even know now who I am
It's to soon for me to say Forgive…..
Ooohh, It's to soon for me to say Forgive…..
Once I whispered the last word I opened my eyes, and they connected with Anthony's. He just starred at me with an expression I couldn't read. His face clearly showed awe, but his searing green eyes, showed something else, the look I had seen many times before, but I couldn't fathom why he would be looking at me with the same emotion, Jake always did. I sat there quiet starring intensely into his gorgeous eyes, as his scorched into mine.
Finally he shut his eyelids and shook his head. When he reopened his eyes he said, "That was…there are no words to even BEGIN to describe how soul bearing and deep not only those lyrics were but how you sang them" I blushed.
"Thanks, that's what I was going for ( I smirked)…I think it's the perfect song for my character to sing about her cheating boyfriend….And I think no matter who sings it, it will catch anybody's attention….you know like your despicable character" I pretended to scowl at him, and he threw his hands up in surrender.
"Hey hey hey! My character is just lost…..not despicable! (he scowled back)…..but now that I heard that song, I am dying to hear the other one, you know, the one where your tramp of a character sings, to dump my ass" he was trying to hold in his laughter.
"Tramp, huh?" I stood up, and stood over him glaring.
"I'm joking…god!…a little protective of your fictional character aren't we?" He started laughing and I joined in, plopping my ass down next to him. He grabbed the black shiny ugly, and leaned it up against the couch.
"you mess with my character, you mess with me ( I laughed)….so do you really want to hear "stay"….I have to warn you, I don't think your character is going to like it" I giggled.
"I think my character, will be ok….I'll sit with him and give him a shoulder to cry on, since no one else seems to care" His face lit up with mock hurt.
"Yeah, yeah…..tell him to be a man, and suck it up" I said as I positioned my guitar, ready to play.
I've been sitting here starring at the clock on the wall,
I've been layin here prayin, prayin she won't call
It's just another call from home,
you'll get it and be gone ,And I be cryin
And I'll be beggin you baby, beg you not to leave,
But I'll be left here waitin with my heart on my sleeve
Oh, For the next time you'll be here, Seems like a million years
And I think I'm dyin
What do I have to do to make you see
She can't love you like me
Why don't you stay,
I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
Don't I give you what you need
When she calls you to go
There is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way
Baby why don't you stay….yeah
You keep telling me baby there will come a time
When you will leave her arms and forever be in mine
But I don't think that's the truth, and I don't like being used
And I am tired of waiting
It's too much pain to have to bear,
to love a man you have to share
Why don't you stay,
I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
Don't I give you what you need
When she calls you to go
There is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way
Baby why don't you stay…
I can't take it any longer, But my will is getting stronger
And I think I know just what I have to do
I can't waste another minute, after all that I've put in it
I've given you my best why does she get the best of you
So the next time you find you want to leave her bed for mine..
Why don't you stay,
I'm up off my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
You can't give me what I need
When she begs you not to go
There is one thing you should know
I don't have to live this way
Baby why don't you stay….ohhh
"Wow, It seemed so hopeful at the beginning, and then it just blows up, damn I would hate to be on the receiving end of that song, I think my character is truly hurt by that one!" He shook his head.
"Well, your character is a pussy, and sucks…and as for you, don't be like your character (I laughed, he scowled)…oh, come on…it's a good song, it tells a story!" I playfully hit him.
"Well, do you know any other story songs, miss Marie, maybe one that's not so..…Alanis Morissette-y?"
"wha- What?, that song is beautiful! And it's not so much about hating a man, but finding yourself!….never mind, and fuck you!" I stuck out my tongue, mature I know.
"Hey don't get your panties in a wad…I was just joking with you" he smirked.
"My panties would be just fine Mr. Masen, if I was wearing any…." I winked at him, and he blushed. Am I actually flirting with Anthony FUCKING Masen right now?….yup….sweet…fuck yeah it's sweet……ok now say something before he thinks you are handicapped…ummm….I got nothing….fuck……
"so…do you know any other songs?"
"ummm…yeah, I guess so….but…(I bit my lip)…how about you? do you play? (I motioned at the guitar) and sing…I mean, don't get me wrong I enjoy putting on mini concerts to strange men who hide in my bathroom, but…." I began to giggle
"You arent the only multitalented one in this trailer MISSY….here let me show you how it's done" He joked as he picked up the glossy black beauty of a guitar. Umm…so the guitar is sexy and beautiful when he holds it….what?….fuck you!
"Oh…really Mr. Masen….well….sing away the stage is yours" I mocked him as I bowed down to his awesomeness.
He strummed the guitar and began singing.
The post man delivered
a pass due bill notice
and the alarm clock rang two hours late
And the garbage man left all the trash on the sidewalk
And the hinges fell off the gate
And this morning at breakfast
I spilled all the coffee
And I opened the door on my knee
The last thing I needed
The first thing this morning
was to have you walk out on me.
Last night you came home late
And I knew you had been drinking
By that 'ol mellow look on your face
But I thought it don't matter
Cuz it's the holiday season
And you fill such a big empty space
And I laid down beside you
and I wanted your lovin
Cuz your love makes my life complete
The last thing I needed
The first thing this morning
was to have you walk out on me.
So excuse me for looking
like my world just ended
And excuse me for looking
Like I just lost my best friend
And Excuse me for living And being forgiving
So just go on if you want to be free
But the last thing I needed
The first thing this morning
was to have you walk out on me.
He had the voice of an angel, is there anything that isn't perfect about this guy, he probably has a two inch dick……dear Baby Jesus please forgive me… "You know Willie Nelson?" I was shocked, here was the epitome of California, and Hollywood. His bronze colored hair was clearly gelled into a "sex hair" look, he wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A pair of distressed light colored loose fitting jeans, and a pair of man-flops. What? Flip-flops sounds too girly! His voice was sweet and velvety, it demanded attention, but not because it was loud like Emmett's or accented like Jasper's. It demanded attention by a unseen force, that drew you too it like a sirens call. Maybe he's a mythical creature! Sure! Haven't you ever heard of the sexy, Panty-wetter? He has special powers, that make your knees weak your palms sweat and your heart race, all with one word. SWOON "I'll give you anything you want Anthony just kiss me!" " I want to bear you children!"…too soon for that?….ok….I get it, geez! You would be saying the same shit if you were here!
"Yeah I know Willie, doesn't everyone? (feigning mock hurt)…..oh I get it! I am just some city boy, actor, right? I wouldn't know anything about country music? Not like Miss Marie here, who is trying really hard to hide her Georgian accent" He was teasing me now.
"Hey now! No teasing….I am trying hard to be Marie McCarty, Emmett's soft spoken sweet and innocent baby sister….but it's hard! (I folded my arms across my chest and huffed) I don't even know why I am telling you this…I am supposed to keep my real, "identity" to my self!…..but hell!….you have seen and heard the real me already whilst verbally punching bimbo Barbie, and you apparently have heard shit from Emmett and Jasper….I guess it doesn't really matter…..just please don't let anyone know, that Emmett's sweet baby sister is really a rebellious, loud, crazy, and profanity spewing, country girl…ok?" I pleaded with him.
"You really should just be yourself…..don't let people change you….your new to all this, and if you nip it in the bud now, you wont' loose yourself…..like most of us have (he whispered the last part to himself)" He leaned back on the couch, laying his head back and staring up at the ceiling.
Sensing that the conversation was headed to a very awkward moment in three seconds I blurted, "you know Anthony I really like you…you are not what I thought you would be…..Your like….REAL….so real in fact that I forget that I'm not supposed to be my real self, but I trust you, so I guess its ok……and because we are BFF's, you can hide from Tanya or any other, crazies in my trailer, anytime you want" I winked at him.
"Thanks, I guess (he sat up and looked into my eyes, searching for something)….but do I really have to be the president of your fan club, I mean, come on….that's so lame" he joked
"yeah, about as lame as your gelled hair and Man-flops" I smirked
"Why Marie my feelings are so hurt, you don't like my man-flops"
"Well, it's pay back for the pain I have gone through, trying not to make fun of them for the last thirty minutes" I began laughing.
"BFF's don't make fun of each others footwear…..ok…so they do….but we….we don't…..new topic!...ummmm, so now that we have serenaded each other, what are we going to do for the next hour?"
"Uh…anything you want I guess" His face went blank for a second, then fear flashed across it, and then he blushed bright red.
"Why I do declare Mr. Masen I think you are blushing!…..what's all that about?" Please say me, please say me! I raised an eyebrow at him.
"uh, nothing….so tell me a little bit about your REAL self Marie"
"Well….oh hell! I'll be completely honest with you! I know I can trust you….my name isn't Marie, it's Isabella, but you can call me Bella or B….Emmett isn't my brother he is my cousin, but we grew up together and so he is more of a brother to me than a cousin. Mary Branden who is my agent is my best friends mother. I invited her over for dinner a little while ago and she offered me a job……..Mary says I am going to be "huge" whatever that really means…."
I
continued to talk and he continued to listen, only interrupting me to
ask me a question, here or there. He was so easy to be around, almost
like I had known him for years. He reminded me of Emmett, with his
booming laugh, and way of joking. He actually had traits, of all the
important men in my life. Jake's easy going friendliness and way
with words. Jasper's kindness and gentle nature, Charlie's air of
authority. And the mysteriousness of McHottie, and Edward, except I
actually get to see what he looks like! If I wasn't in lust with
Anthony Masen before, I am now. When his two hours was up, I gave him
a hug, which surprisingly wasn't awkward, and he said that he'd
see me tomorrow. We put our phone numbers into each other's phones,
because "that's what BFF's do", and said goodbye.
Now
home to face Emmett….Dear Baby Jesus, I know I have sinned for the
last two hours, but I really need your help tonight, when I talk to
Emmett…..if you could just have him NOT kill me that would be
great…thanks and peace out….AMEN.
I am beginning to think that no one is actually reading this story. I have only received like, 5 reviews. Should I even continue this story?.......Hello?.....Anyone?....Baby Jesus?.........