ok so here it is
tell me if i'm going overboard with the links
honestly i just like picking out outfits haha
most of the pics are from gossip girl bc that's where i got their lifestyle from

ps: i'm just going to post the chapters as i write them so you might get 1 or 2 maybe none

Am I Not Enough For You?

5: The Best Part of New York City

BELLA'S POV:

Rosalie and Alice left together, seeing as they were both taking the same English Composition class at eight. Alice was wearing a funky combo of a sea foam green dress with black tights and cerulean ankle boots underneath a leopard print coat. This outfit was something only Alice could get away with. Rosalie was dressed in a preppy outfit that looked like a private school uniform. It was very patriotic.

I was just leaving for my internship that started at eight thirty, when my phone started ringing. I had a new message from both Emmett and Edward. I read Edward's first, knowing Emmett's would be about our 'meeting' at three. Edward's read: hello lovely, good morning I hope you slept well. I have class now but I would love to see you sometime today.

I felt two strong arms wrap around me: Jacob. He kissed my neck, "Why won't you give me another chance?"

I disentangled myself from his arms and looked straight into his eyes, "It's not going to happen. Why can't you just be happy with still being my friend?" I looked him up and down. He was wearing an argyle sweater over a white button up with a pair of jeans. I approved of his outfit it looked very prep rock star. He sighed and walked over to the fridge. I knew he was still upset about the information he found out this morning.

"Ok, I have to leave or I'll never make it to work," I said grabbing up my cell and purse.

"Bye," he said not bothering to look at me.

"Oh, hey," I said, pushing the 'down' button, "when Alice's and Rosalie's 'guests' get their asses out of bed can you make sure they get out."

"Sure, sure" he waved me off, drinking milk straight from the carton. That was the very reason we bought him his own. I hopped in the elevator and headed to Sam's before grabbing a cab to take me to the architecture firm.

I interned for Cullen Architecture, it earned me a class credit and experience for when I got out of NYU. I was the favorite of all of the interns and was already promised a permanent position when I graduated. I stepped off the elevator greeted by a chorus of "Hey Bells!"

I put the bagels in the break room; I tried three different places before hitting myself in the head for not thinking of Sam's in the first place. I didn't bring bagels because I had to, but everyone liked them and appreciated it.

Right now I was Carlisle's personal intern. It kind of meant that I was his secretary, my desk was right outside of his office, and he made it his personal responsibility to teach me about the company and architecture, so I was ready to start as a designer when I graduated. I spread the cream cheese on his bagel and fixed his coffee. Everyone thought I was a suck-up, but they just liked to tease me. I didn't fix his breakfast because I thought it would get me higher in the food chain, it just became a habit. I was higher up than some people though.

I knocked on Carlisle's door, and heard a muffled, "Come in Bella!" I smiled and opened the door.

There was a surprise waiting for me today. Esme was sitting in Carlisle's lap looking at him talking to him about some kind of party. I loved Esme, she came into the office every once in a while. I set down Carlisle's breakfast. Esme hopped off Carlisle's lap and wrapped me in a tight hug.

"Hey Esme, long time no see," I smiled at her petite figure.

"Oh hello Bella I love seeing you," she eyed the bagel sitting on the desk, "so this is why Carlisle never eats breakfast at home." I chuckled. Carlisle had told me one time that Esme asked him if he wanted breakfast and he always told her he couldn't disappoint me, and that I had found the best bagels in the city.

Carlisle laughed, too. "Ah, Bella there you are. Esme and I were just discussing something and I think you could help us."

"I'd love to help," I nodded.

"Oh, sweetie that's wonderful!" Esme exclaimed. Then she turned to her husband, "I told you she would." He just laughed, he knew I would too, but he was always courteous enough to ask first.

Esme went on telling me what she needed my help with; she wanted to throw a party at their house in the Hamptons on Labor Day weekend. I told her that was a great idea and I would help her plan the whole thing. She said she wanted it to be a 'White Party'. She wanted everyone to wear white and she wanted all the decorations to be white. Carlisle suggested we go into one of the conference rooms and get started. He promised he would call if he needed me.

We sat there until two thirty. We designed the invites and decided what they would say. She asked me to stop by the printer and have them made and then to pick up some of the linens needed. I agreed we were a little rushed seeing as how Labor Day weekend was about three weeks away.

"Bella you are such a doll. Thank you so much for helping me," Esme gushed as I was walking out the door with her list.

"Esme, it's not a problem," I assured her. I looked down at my watch and realized it was almost three. I still had to get this stuff before I went home. "Esme, I really have to get going I have to pick up this stuff for you and then have to go home and change for class.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. You go, I'll tell Carlisle you're leaving for the day," she said quickly, practically pushing me in the elevator. I considered her a mother figure, even though I had only met her last year, when I started for Carlisle.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow Esme," I smiled goodbye.

As soon as I got on the elevator, I pulled out my cell phone and called Emmett. He answered on the second ring.

"Hello, gorgeous," I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm going to be a little late," I apologized. "You can still go up at three, there shouldn't be anyone there, but I'll be like forty-five minutes."

"Shh, it's ok gorgeous. I'll be there waiting," he said sweetly.

"Ok, I'll try to hurry," I said and then hung up.

I stepped off the elevator and walked out of the building heading to the printer to drop of the order for the invites. After that, I went to Tiffany's to get the linens and favors for the guests.

I was on my way back to the loft when I stopped in front of the window of Henri Bendel boutique. I had to have that for Emmett, he would like it, not that it would be on me for very long. I quickly paid and caught a cab back to the loft where he was waiting on me.

I stepped off the elevator into the newly cleaned living room. He was looking out the window. He was wearing a grey canvas coat with jeans and a t-shirt. I was a lazy ensemble but he looked very hott. He turned around and crossed the room to help me with my packages. He took all of the Tiffany's bags, but I held on to the one from Bendel's

"What is all this for?" he asked, shocked looking at all of the bags. I blushed.

"I'm not a shopaholic," I laughed. "My boss's wife wants to throw a White Party in the Hamptons."

"Oh, where do you work?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"Cullen Architecture, I'm an intern, but I already have a promised permanent position when I graduate. Carlisle and Esme are practically parents to me; I love them both," I explained to a suddenly wide-eyed Emmett. It looked like he went into shock. I waved my hand in front of his face, "Earth to Emmett"

He shook his head a few times, "Wh-what?"

"Um, you just kinda blanked?" I said, questioningly

"Oh, sorry it's just Esme and Carlisle are my adopted parents," he said still a little dazed. Now it was my turn to go into shock.

next chapter is probably going to be both pov