Leah's POV: (11 am)
I reached for my boyfriend as I always do through out the tour. But I came up empty. My hand kept searching and searching. But I keep coming up empty. Where is he? I opened my eyes. He wasn't there. I frowned. Than I notice I am in an unfamiliar room. Than I realize I arrived. I am at La Push. Everyone is gone. I don't remember a thing. All I remember is going to the bar for drinks, and had a lot to drink, and everything else that happened after was a blur to me.
I got the worst hangover of my life. I hope they have Advil or something. I feel like I am about to die.
Than there was an knock on the door. "Come in." I said groggily.
Some girl, poke her head in. "Hi," she said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." I said. "Who are you again?" I asked the strange girl.
"I'm Amanda." she said.
"Good to meet you." I said. "I have an huge hangover. You got any Advil?"
"Yeah, we do. I'll go get some." She said.
I smiled at her. "Thanks. Do you know how I got here? I don't remember an thing. I was really out of it."
"I'll tell you later, okay. I'll get you the Advil. And breakfast is ready downstairs, if your hungry. We got pancakes, bacons, eggs and toast."
***********
(Twenty minutes later.)
"Will you please stop picking on your food." the boy name Sam said annoyed. I was eating in really small bites. I used my fork to break my food in very small tiny pieces, eating it very slowly. I really don't know why, but when I am near him I feel like he hates me. What the heck did I do to him?
"Sorry." I said. "I'm sort of used to eating like this. Plus, I don't have much of an appetite."
"Are you like trying to loose weight or something? Trust me, you don't need it. Your already skinny. I don't know why you, Hollywood stars are always trying to loose weight when you don't need too." he said with disgust apparent in his voice.
"Why do you hate me?" I asked. "Ever since I came down here for breakfast you been looking down on me. What did I ever did to you?"
"What did you do?" he said. "You are so unbelievable. You came her drunk as hell last night. You were rude. You used my cup to rinse your vomit."
I felt bad now, just a little. "I'm sorry okay."
Miranda, the mom walked into the kitchen. "I'm sure, Leah that you know about the makeover we have to do. So have you decided on a name you are going to by at school?"
"School?" I asked. I have to go to school now? Tell me she is kidding.
"Um, yea, you are going to school tomorrow. Your mom enrolled you. I thought you know."
"No, I didn't know." I said clenching my fists.
"So after you eat, we can go do the makeover." she said.
"I'm finished." I said. I completely lost my appetite. "Let's get the makeover over with. When I am done, I am going to a friends at Forks."
Sam's POV:
"She was so rude last night." I told Embry. Of course I didn't tell him that it was Leah, who was the real houseguest. I didn't even told him her name. I just called her the 'guest'. Since, I don't know the name she is going by, that is the safest choice. I told him it was my parent's friend's daughter that is going to come stay with us.
"Is she pretty?" he asked. Typical Embry, that boy is totally girl crazy. Well so am I. But, out of control hormonal crazy like him? No.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question." He said.
"She's beautiful." I admitted. "It is going to be an long few months with her. She's real bitchy. She is rude. You should of seen how she ate this morning."
"I bet she is not that bad." he said. "Besides, you said it yourself, she is attractive, I would die, to live with an pretty girl for an few months. Its like an fantasy come true."
I rolled my eyes at him. And all the guys are around him to comment on it, all sharing the same opinion.
Leah's POV:
I gasped when looked in the mirror. I looked so different! I was no longer Leah Clearwater. My long dark hair with red highlights are gone. My hair is layered and colored light Carmel brown, with some yellow highlights. Surprisingly, I look really good. The hair really brings out my face. This girl knows how to style, like my stylist/ makeup artist Alice Garcia. (A/N I know I used two Alice's in the story. The makeup artist and Bella's' friend who owes the bar are not the same Alice.) Amanda took out my color contacts and left me with my natural eye color, which is dark brown, they were the same colored as my dad's. Every time I look into these eyes, I see my fathers which made me miss him. How much I wished he was alive right now.
"I look really different." I said finally. "It's amazing how the simplest things can alter my look. I really like it. I look really great." I complimented Amanda with a huge simile on my face.
"Thanks." Amanda said. "So have you decided on an name to use?"
"No." I said. I racked my brain to think of one.
"Hailey." I finally said.
"I like it." Amanda said. "You know you do look like an Hailey. The name fit's the image."
I chuckled. "How does, a name really match you?" I asked.
She just shrugged. "I don't know, it just does."
"I cant get over it, how different I look." I said still looking at the mirror. "I get to keep my clothes right? I mean I can still wear my own clothes right?"
"Yeah." she said. "But remember, you cant use your credit cards to purchase new clothes."
"Oh right, since it is in my own name." I said frowning.
"Hey, you still want me to drive you over to Forks." Amanda asked.
"Yeah." I said cheering up a little. "Thanks again Amanda."
****** ( 20 minutes later)
I ringed his doorbell. He opened the door. "Um, hi who are you?" he asked. I giggled.
"Edward it's me, Leah." I said. "Do I really look that different?"
"Leah?" he asked astonished. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah, it's me." I said. "I had an makeover remember?"
"Yeah, I know." he said in amazement. "But, wow, you look so different. You don't really look like Leah anymore. I love your hair. Wow, your eyes are not green anymore. It's in your natural eye color again. I like it better this way. It's good to see your natural eye color."
"Yeah. But I am still Leah on the inside. And no one is going to change that."
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"The girl who I live with. Her name is Amanda." I said. "I really cant believe that I am actually here. This is like an reality TV show from MTV."
"So, how did things go last night." he asked as we sat on the couch. "You want a soda?"
"You got diet?" I asked him. "Or bottle water?"
He got up and walked to the fridge. "Sorry." he said. "No diet soda's but we got water."
"I'll take that." I told him.
"So tell me how did it go?"
"I was drunk out of my mind. I had no idea what is going on. Apparently, I was an jerk. Because this boy Sam, my age, told me I was an jackass."
"He said that?" Edward said shocked.
"Not exactly. But he looks at me like he hates me. He told me I was rude. He told me I sort of used his cup to rinse the vomit from my mouth. You should seen he how he looks at me. He completely hate me."
"Poor, guy." Edward said.
"Hey, don't sympathize with him. I was drunk okay. I vomit, and I needed to rinse it off. I didn't know I was doing and besides I apologized."
"Still poor guy." Edward said teasing me. "Trust me, I am sure he doesn't hate you."
"Let's not talk about my living situation. It's bumming me out. I came here to relax and have some fun." I said. "Let's do something together. What can we do around here?"
"Leah, this isn't Hollywood. This is an small town. There's not much we can do here. And shopping and clubbing is not that big here. But we can go hiking if you want." he said.
"Yuck." I said making a face. "I forgot what an nature freak you are."
"Come on." Edward said. "It's that or laying around the couch watching TV. So what do you prefer we do. Besides, Leah, it's nice out."
"Yeah, I know." I said. "I guess, we could go, I really do need an workout. By the way, is there an Pilates studio or Yoga around here?" I asked him.
"Nope." he said. "How much do you pay to take classes and work out at the studios?"
"A lot." I said. It's very expensive, since it's by Beverly hills."
"Trust me, hiking is better than the weird exercises you do. Plus it's more budget friendly."
"Dude, you already have me convinced." I said. "Gee, I forgot how annoying you can be." I said hitting him in the arm playfully.
"I'll go get the snacks." he said. "What do you want to bring?"
Sam's POV: (5pm)
"Hey, where's Leah?" I asked my sister, when I got home form hanging out with the guys.
"She's with an friend over at Forks." She said as she set the table for dinner.
"Who's the friend?" I asked. I am pretty surprised when she announced earlier that day that she has an friend in Forks. I honestly think that she wouldn't know anyone outside of Hollywood.
"I am not sure who, since I didn't really take an really good at him. But it's an guy." She said.
"Oh." I said. For some unexplainable reason that really bothered me.
"Hey, I'm back." Leah announced closing the front door.
She steps in to the kitchen I got my breath knocked out of me. She looked amazing. She looked so different. He hair bought out her face. Her eyes were no longer green, it is now deep chocolate brown eyes. Personally I think her natural eyes look way better than her contact lenses ones. She looked a little sweaty and tired. But somehow she manage to look beautiful as always like she does on celebrity magazines. But there was something about her right now, that make her look even more beautiful than all the photos of her on the magazines.
"Hi, Leah." my mother said coming out of the kitchen and put the roast beef on the table.
"Hi, Ms. Uley." she said smiling brightly. She has an beautiful smile.
I suddenly know why she look different. Not only because she had an makeover, but because she is happy. True happiness. Her happiness is like sunshine radiating across the room, brightening it.
"You need help?" she asked my mother.
"Sure, would you help me bring the pork chops out?"
Leah winced at the word. I didn't understand why she looked pained when my mother said that word. "Sure." she said her smile faltering a little. I wonder what cause her happiness to dim. And why do I care?
After we said grace, we dug in. Well we all dug in except for Leah. She only took small spoonful of stuff to her plate. She had an far away expression on her face.
"Leah are you still on that ridiculous diet?" I asked exasperated. I don't get why girls diet all the time. Especially this girl. This girl is beautiful. She is smoking hot. People magazine voted her for one of the hottest stars this year.
"I'm not really on an diet. I'm just not hungry. I ate over there." she said.
"Did you really?" I asked her.
"Yes." she said.
"What did you eat?" I demanded. I mean come on, this girl collapsed on stage due to malnutrition. Basically the whole reason why she got sent over here. She should change her habits. What does that stupid boyfriend says about her eating habits anyway? I would bet you anything that boy could care less as long as his girlfriend is hot. Cameron is an egotistic bastard.
"What is up with the interrogation?" she asked.
"Well, I want to know, what you ate over there. Because you are so ridiculous to be on an diet when you are not fat. You are perfect, you should see that."
"I had an sandwich." she said. "And ate some cookies and had water."
"That's it?" I said. "And you are full? I don't think you are. I think you are starving. What does Cameron say about your eating habits." I really want to know. I bet you anything I am right.
Leah look stunned by the whole entire thing. She opened her mouth, but no sounds came out.
Finally, she was able to speak. "He doesn't really pay attention. He only does so when I eat little too much. I do eat, Sam, just not a lot. I cant eat a lot. You don't understand, because you are not famous. But when you are living your life in the public, every little thing matter. How much I weigh, what I wear, who I am seen with. All those things matter a lot to the public. I wear an unfashionable dress to the red carpet I get attacked. I gain five pounds and they attack me. If god forbid I have an pimple on my face, I get talked about. I have to be perfect. Or at least appear perfect. My line of work is all about image. That's what life for me is all about. Image is everything in my job. And Cameron understands that. Which is why he sometimes stop me from eating too much. He cares for me Sam. And I care for him by helping him sometimes with what to wear on award nights so he looks his absolute best. I couldn't ask for an better boyfriend."
"I think you are delusional to think he cares for you." I said. "He doesn't care for you, Leah. He should have been so scared out of his mind when you collapsed. He should make you change your lifestyle, so the chance you collapsing from malnutrition wont ever happen again. He doesn't give an crap. He is not the kind of guy you should be with. You deserve better. You deserve an guy who cares for you."
"He does care for me!" she exclaimed defending her boyfriend. "He cares for me, the reason why I love him is because he is not overbearing, and overprotective. He lets me be me. He was with me in the hospital when I woke up. He was there for me through a lot of things. We are good together."
"You sure he cares? I don't think so. He let's you drink, and get high at clubs, he don't care if you skip meals, or forget to eat. He doesn't care if you don't sleep. He only wants one thing, Leah. He just like you for sex and the fame. You are one of the hottest people right now. Of course he wants to date you. It helps his status."
"Okay, you are so wrong Sam!" she screamed. "You don't know the first thing about us. Cameron was famous long before me. He been discovered since he was seven. He been doing a lot of TV shows, that he is well known for. He not so long ago landed an leading role on True confessions which is an hit TV show. He already establish himself in Hollywood. He don't need me to increase his status. He loves me. He cares for me."
"Maybe he does in an way. But if he cared about you, or loved you like he say he does. Than, he wouldn't let you come into harm's way. He wouldn't let you not eat and starve yourself. If you were my girlfriend, I would make sure that you eat every meal, I would make sure, you don't get so drunk in clubs, I would make sure that no males at the club take advantage of you. I would make sure, that no body will hurt you. I would protect you with my life. I would make sure that every moment that you wake up, that I will tell you that you are beautiful and that you are my lee-lee always and forever and that you are perfect the way you are. And that I love you the way you are. I would make sure, that for the rest of my life, I would tell you that I love and cherish every moment together. I would tell you, I want you to be healthy, because I want you for an lifetime. That's the way love is. That's how you treat the person you love. I don't think he loves you like that. Saying he loves you and actually loving you are two different thing."
Leah looked stunned by what I just said. I was stunned as well. I cant believe I said all of that. Maybe I do care for her. I must of, otherwise I wouldn't of said all those things to her. I care for her. I hate to see her destroy herself.
"I got to go." she said her voice straining.
"I'm sorry." I said.