54 AMAZING REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!! Can't say thank you enough. Ok to clear something up, I did not end that last chapter that way to get more reviews. I actually love writing cliffies, because I think that they keep stories interesting. Also I will never hold a chapter for reviews, I might ask for a certain number of reviews, but I will update regardless of whether I get that number. They make me happy and I tend to write faster and am more likely to skip school work to write if I have more reviews, but I write regardless. I can't believe it is snowing here- it's OCTOBER, for goodness sake!!!!!!!!!! By the way GO PHILLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry first time we have won in 28 years, but enough ranting. Oh and this goes out to all my other Phillies Phans, especially CammieSwan1785.
Meg
As always thanks to Nancy, my wonderful beta.
Bella Pov:
"Well, if you are not feeling too much pain, I don't see why not…"
I didn't wait for the rest of his sentence, but jumped up and hugged him. I began doing a little happy dance around the small room. I couldn't help it, I was sooo happy.
"You are sure about that knee, right?" Carlisle asked Dr. Hamilton. Bela Karolyi nodded in the background, seconding the question.
All three men looked at me as I continued bouncing around the room- I think Alice was beginning to rub off on me.
The doctor laughed. "I think she'll manage. Just make sure to tape it and keep the work light today. And if she feels any sharp pains or anything bring her back. Use discretion, but besides that I think she will be just fine."
I left the room feeling as light as air, planning on taking a long shower before my lunch meeting with Speedo.
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Edward Pov:
I glanced at the screen in shock. Next to first was my name, and next to that were the letters WR. World record. I glanced at my time, 1min 52.03sec. Wow. Just as I processed this, the rest of the swimmers finished. The french swimmer, Jean Rocque, leaned across the rope seperating us and congratulated me. " 'Ow do you do zat?" he questioned in amazement. "At ze beginning of the race, you were far behind me, and zen when I looked again you were flying past!"
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, equal parts amazed and overjoyed at my success.
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Bella Pov:
Even after taking a super long shower, I still had a ton of time. So I decided to take a leaf from Alice's book and make myself 'prettified'- her words, not mine.
I grabbed a pale blue and white flowered sundress from the 'Bella approved' clothing pile that Alice had made to compensate for my rather limited wardrobe. It had a giant white bow that tied over my right hip, and I thought it looked slightly childish, but Alice assured me it was couture chic. Looking in the mirror, I had to agree, it emphasized the little curves I had and elelongated my body so I actually looked semi-tall. I partially dried my hair and let it fall in slight waves around my shoulders.
Digging through the 'Bella' pile of makeup and accessories, I found a hair flower that matched my dress perfectly and a dark blue eyeliner that worked really nicely with my eyes and coloring.
Slipping on a pair of white and blue flowered flip flops- have to love Alice, I walked out the door right on schedule.
I reached the door of the hotel restaurant just as Edward did. "What time did you win with?" I asked him.
"How did you know I won?" he questioned shocked.
"Just a feeling," I answered. "Shall we?"
We walked into the restaurant waving at fellow Olympians and friends until we spotted our families at a table near the back. The Stephen Cimarone guy wasn't there yet, but Carlisle, Bela, Esme, and Renee were all sitting together.
"Hi, Mom." I hugged her. "Where is Phil?"
"Hi, sweetie, you did sooo amazing last night. How is the knee? And Phil is watching the weightlifting heats right now…" My mom's thousand mile a minute speech, was cut off by the soft, sweet voice of Esme.
"Oh is he?" she questioned sweetly. "My nephew, Emmett, is competing in that today."
"Really?" And with that they were off. I looked at Edward who smiled and pulled out a chair for me which caused Carlisle to nod in approval.
"I am guessing that you two are officially together now," my coach stated, causing me to blush.
Before anyone could say anything else on the subject, a balding harried looking man came into the restaurant. He caught sight of our table and hurried over.
"Edward! Isabella!" he shouted joyfully. I shot a startled glance at Edward who laughed at the expression on my face.
My first impression of Stephen was one of a real life Tasmanian devil. This proved true during the lunch portion of our lunch meeting- in which Edward ate a total of four entrees, six sides, and two desserts. "Pig," I joked as he asked me if I was going to finish my dessert of fruit salad. The whole table laughed, and then we got down to business.
"Ok, Isabella, you are probably a little confused about why I asked to meet with you."
"Bella," I corrected. "Yes I was a little confused when Speedo called me, a gymnast."
"Well that is exactly why we called you, because you are a gymnast."
"Question mark?" I laughed. Everyone laughed with me.
"Let me explain. Or better yet, how about I show you?" With that he pulled out a Speedo sports bag, handed it to me and indicated that I should open it.
"A leotard?" Inside the bag was a blue leotard, a very pretty blue leotard, but still very confusing. It was bright blue with white swirls and artistically placed red rhinestones on the swirls. All in all it was gorgeous, but if anything I was more confused.
"Look at the logo," Stephen instructed me.
I glanced down at the logo that would lie right above my right hip. 'Speedo' it read.
"So, Speedo is sponsoring a line of leotards as well as swimwear now?" I questioned, trying out the only feasible option I could find.
"Bingo." Stephen said. "Basically, we decided to broaden our target buyers, and we want you to be our spokesperson. Well you along with our current spokesperson Edward." Cue really OTT smile in Edward's direction and Edward's grimace as Stephen turned back to me.
I disguised a laugh as a cough, as Stephen continued. Basically, everything had been cleared and approved by both sides and now I just had to agree.
"We would start after this and film the first part of the commercial and then get some footage of you tomorrow when you compete. I am assuming you are competing tomorrow right?
I opened my mouth to speak, but Carlisle beat me to it. "Of course she is, barring any complications." I smiled at his vote of confidence.
"Alright then," Stephen clapped his hands together. "Let's get started!"
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Edward Pov:
"And… cut! Awesome job, guys."
I turned around and grabbed Bella, pulling her into a huge hug and spinning her around. She squealed in protest, but I couldn't help it; I was still just so happy she forgave me that it wasn't funny. Ok it was a little funny, according to Emmett and Jasper, but still.
I finally put her down, but wouldn't relinquish my hold on her waist.
"I have to go meet with my coach, but meet you back at your room later for some dinner?"
She nodded as she gathered her stuff to leave, and I could help but stare as she bounced away happily. She was just so amazing!
I was hoping that my meeting with Peter, my coach, would be fast, but of course it had to drag on. I did my best to pay attention to his lecture on the whole goggles thing and his strategy for the next few races, but most of my mind was somewhere else- more precisely about a block away in a hotel suite with Bella.
Finally I was on my way back to the hotel. I got out of the elevator just as Alice was walking out of her room.
"Als, hold the door," I called.
"Hey," she called back. "Great swim today. You'll have to tell me what happened with your goggles later. I'm going to see Jazz."
I nodded and walked into the room. Bella looked amazing in footless tights and a red and white Phillies jersey that read Hamels on the back. I snuck up behind her and placed my hands over her eyes. "Guess who."
"Um." She pretended to think. "Edward?"
"Nope, Cole Hamels," I joked back.
"Oh my gosh. Cole Hamels." She played along.
I pulled my hands from her eyes laughing and took her into my arms, kissing her forehead. "You know he's here right? Cole Hamels? For the American baseball team."
"Really? Oh my gosh, sorry Edward, I like him better. See ya." She tried to pull away from me continuing on with her act, but I just tightened my grip.
"Ha, ha, so funny," I said wryly. "Want to go get some dinner and ice cream?"
"I shouldn't do the ice cream," she answered, slipping on some tennis shoes. "But a little won't kill me."
I placed my arm around her shoulder and she placed hers' around my waist as we left her room to go get some food.
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Bella Pov:
We were walking outside looking for a good ice cream place when it happened.
Edward was teasing me about my Phillies obsession and my love for Cole Hamels.
"Bella, look there he is. It's Cole Hamels!"
"Ha ha, so funny. There is no way that Cole Hamels is right behind me," I said as I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry…" I stopped dead. "Oh my God," I said. "You're Cole Hamels!"
"And you're Bella Swan," my hero answered.
"Omg! You know who I am?"
"Yeah, my wife loves you!"
Edward was in the background laughing over this exchange, but for once, I barely noticed him.
"I saw the 2008 World Series game, the one where it was suspended because of that crazy rain and then when it continued. IT WAS AWESOME! YOU WERE AWESOME, THE WHOLE TEAM WAS AWESOME! Will you sign my jersey?" I was babbling a mile a minute and he just laughed.
"Thanks, he chuckled. "And of course!" Edward produced a Sharpie marker from somewhere and Cole signed my shirt.
"Thanks," he chuckled. "I saw you compete at Worlds last year with my wife, and the other night I caught the replays of the team finals. You are really good. Don't tell the other guys I said this, but I think you gymnasts could take us any day."
I laughed and glowed at his praise, but he wasn't done yet.
"Since I signed your jersey, can you sign something for my wife and I? I don't have a cool shirt that says your name on it, but I do have paper."
I was shocked and ecstatic, but quickly- and enthusiastically, I might add- agreed.
"Thanks," he said. "Maybe I'll see you around again."
I smiled and nodded as he walked away.
"Wait," I called after him. "Anyway can you get me the 'Flying Hawaiian's' autograph too?"
He laughed again. "Tell you what, I'll get you the whole teams." With that promise, he walked away.
I squeaked in joy. Edward couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He started laughing hysterically, practically hyperventilating.
"Oh, shut up," I told him continuing the search for a good ice cream place without him. Of course he didn't and through the rest of the night, he just would start randomly laughing until I pushed his nose in his ice cream and started an all out ice cream war.
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Ok as promised, I ended this without a cliffie- it was hard, but I did it. And no offence is made to any Ray's fans- they played some amazing baseball- but I am a diehard Phillies phan, have been all my life. And sorry to upset people who thought that was a chapter- I was way excited and couldn't help myself. To make up for it I finished this earlier than I would have foregoing a desperately needed nap- going for more than 24 hours straight now, so enjoy.
Meg