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Disclaimer: OOPSIES!!! Sorry, forgot about this. K, Although I wish I owned Twilight, I sadly do not, SM does.
A/N: First of all, I would like to thank all those who have put me on alert, all those who have reviewed, and all the readers who have put this on favorites. I never expected this, so thank you all.
Now, without further disruption, here's the next chapter. It may be short, cuz I'm getting ready to go to a party with my friends, but I'll make it as long as possible.
CHAPTER TWO
"Um, I'm just going to leave no—" I was cut off by Edward—Mr. Cullen, I mean.
"You know what, I actually think it better you stayed." He said, an amused and mischievous look on his annoying little face.
I mumbled something unintelligible, and gave up. Maybe if I stayed I would find out what this stupid case was all about.
Two hours and many agents in bikinis later, we had four or three people left. Three of which were Mr. Cullen, the chief, and, gulp, me.
Cullen thought it was time to be the comedian, apparently, because when I looked up at the screen, there, in an enlarged photo, was the chief. Cullen was laughing as he said, "Oh, here's a winner." And proceeded to put a skimpy dress on our boss. Needless to say, I am officially scarred for life. That image is burned in my head until the day I die.
And, when I turned around, I discovered that we weren't the only ones to be scarred, because standing there behind us, though not looking quite so amused as Cullen, was the chief himself. The Four boys were all making comments, and I nudged their elbows, trying to get their attention. All three of the techies got it right away, but, unfortunately, Mr. Cullen didn't exactly get the memo , that is, until we all finally exclaimed, "Cullen!" He stopped, and turned, and, despite our current situation, the look on his face was absolutely priceless. I would never let him live this down. His face was pale almost completely white, his eyes were wide, he basically was a spitting image of a deer in headlights. He hung his head guiltily, as the chief said, "So, are we enjoying ourselves?" We all shook our heads simultaneously, and he rolled his eyes. "Back to work!!" All of us mumbled, "yes sir" before watching him leave. I rolled my eyes. "Real smooth, Cullen!" he just shrugged, and I decided to get my revenge.
"Ha, well two can play comedian, guys, look at this." I pulled up Cullen's picture, and put him in a hula skirt, with a coconut top. (I know, it may not be the exact outfit, but still, you get the point) All of us snickered at the picture before us, except, of course, Cullen. But I had forgotten something big, and he realized what it was at the same time I did. Smiling evilly, he did the same thing to me, pulling my picture up.
"Oh, haha, very funny, okay guys, please, I'll beg, well, I won't be—" too late.
There, in front of four guys, womanizing guys at that, was me in a bikini. I tried to close the window, but they wouldn't let me, and, what was worse, when I turned to Edward, he had a thoughtful look on his face. And a thoughtful look from that boy was definitely something I was terrified of.
Because that look meant he was getting ideas.
A/N: I was going to leave it at that, but I couldn't just give you another super short chapter like I did before, now could I? So, here's the rest of the chapter!
"You know what, I may actually have to tell you about this mission, Swan. And by tell, I mean your going to be going undercover in a fashion show in less than a week, which means a major makeover.
"NO." I argued, but he laughed and shook his head.
"In fact, I think I'll go inform the chief of our new model agent now." And before I could even come up with a response, he was out the door, most likely already halfway to the chief's office. I could only hope that the chief would be stubborn and refuse to let me do this.
I was in my office, worrying, when Cullen came in.
(And cue movie line) "If you weren't a girl, I'd beat your face off," Cullen remarked.
I raised my eyebrows at his pathetic attempt to diss me.
"If you weren't a girl, I'd beat your face off." I retorted. He furrowed his eyebrows, obviously trying to grasp what I said, before giving me an insolent, yet adorable, crooked smile. Wait, what?! NOT adorable, NOT adorable!!
"You're calling me a girl?" he chuckled. I was mad now.
"You called me one!" he burst out laughing for two seconds, before barely containing himself, and gasped, "You asked for it!" before bursting into a fit of laughter again. I rolled my eyes, calming down a little, or at least enough to say in a fairly normal volume, "Why are you even here?" he smirked. "Pack your bags, no, wait, just kidding, don't, you'll kill the fashion show with you appearance alone, no need to dress like a vagabond." I smiled sarcastically, "Thanks."
"No problem" his smirk grew bigger. "So, as I was saying, you're in, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. I've set up a professional to teach you the basics to help you be a convincing model, and that also includes a makeover, and wardrobe change. See you on the plane!"
