Em and I walked into a beautiful shop. You could tell one of the most important things in the owners life was music, but the shop was the number one priority. It was clean, but not too clean, and not cluttered at all. They had some sketches hanging on one wall, and you could see, every artist here valued their work.
"Yo, Jazz, Eddie, get out here!" Emmett bellowed.
A tall slender man emerged, his honey blonde locks falling in his face. "Jazz, this is Bells. She's going to be the next artist here. Where's Eddie?" Em, explained.
"Where is he always, if he's not working with a client? Common sense man. Does she got what it takes to get passed the ugly green monster?" Jazz said in a southern drawl.
"I know she does, I'm going to get Eddie." Emmett said, surely.
"So Bells, let's see some of your work." Jazz said. I handed him the folder with the pics in them and he laid them on the table.
"Whoa, these are great! If Edward doesn't take you, I'm checking into a psych ward!" Jazz exclaimed.
Just then, Em and another man walked into the room. The other man was beautiful, his unruly hair a bronze color, and his piercing green eyes full of emotion. He had the most awesome tats, and a lip piercing that instantly made me want to attack him, in a good way. (Or not, since he's a stranger).
"Ok, let's look at your work." His musical voice said. Great, he's one of those straight to business types… fun. "It's pretty good, but do you think you can keep up? There are way more people in New York than in some middle of nowhere town"
Oh. No. He. Didn't. He did not just diss the town. "Ok, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't know me, or Forks for that matter. I came here, looking for a decent job, hopefully with my new friends, but, you don't know anything about me. All you know is where I came from, and my work. I bet you don't even know my last name, so you definitely don't know that I ran the Forks shop, with one other person, and we had people come in from Seattle, just for MY work, or that there was only one other artist there. Oh, and you defiantly don't know, that my work could beat any other tattoo artists' in the state of Washington's' even when I am drunk! So why don't you just hire me, and find out if I can keep up, or tell me you don't want me here, and let me leave." I yelled. When I looked at him, he was stunned. I glanced at Emmett and Jazz, and saw they were stunned too. Guess I layed it on too thick. All of a sudden, Emmett's loud booming laughter filled the room. When I glanced at Jasper, I saw he was laughing silently.
"I like her! Hire her before she changes her mind!" Em, hollered, still laughing.
"O.k. your hired. You start Tuesday. See you then, Swan." Edward said, being a smart ass. "Oh and Bella," he started as Emmett and I walked out of the door. "I hope you don't make a habit of talking to me like that, it's not healthy." I flipped him the bird and said "Jackass" when the door closed.
Emmett chuckled and said" I like this side of Bella, she's feisty!"
Out of nowhere Jazz's voice said "Me too."
" Holy Shit! Where did you come from!" I screamed, slipping in the process. Before I hit the ground, a pair of strong arms stopped me. I looked up to thank the person for stopping me from hitting the ground, and meet Edward's green eyes.
He chuckled slightly and whispered "We're following you!"
"Creeper!" I mumbled, pulling myself upright. Then I pointed to the ground and screamed " HAHA! GROUND 1,892 BELLA 1!"
"Umm, it think I helped you with that…" Edward stated.
"Well, Eddie," I started, using Emmett's nickname for him. "I believe it is your fault to begin with, since you and Jazzy were following us, and you scared me."
"Your logic makes no sense, I'm leaving you child." He stated.
Just then, Emmett and jasper pulled away in the jeep, leaving me with Edward. "But I need a ride!" I yelled.
"Ok, but I have to stop at the grocery store on my way back." He said, opening the door to a very expensive looking Volvo
"Ok, I need to go anyways. I'm out of fun fruits, and I need other stuff to eat too, I guess…" I started mentally making a list in my head.
"My god, you really are a child, aren't you?" he stated looking at me in shock.
"As, you get older, you don't mature. You get wiser, but you learn to loosen up, and embrace your inner child." I said wisely. "And, if you think I'm immature now, wait till we get to the store."
Man, if he thinks I'm a child, now, I can't wait till we get to the store.
