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N/A: Hi, guys! I apologize for taking so long to update, but I had a bit of author's block. This chapter is a bit different from the others, but I hope you like as well.
Okay, I'll stop talking now. Happy reading!
Chapter 8
Hero
"Someone told me
Love would all save us
But, how can that be
Look what love gave us"
Nickelback - Hero
BPOV
"Here." said Edward, offering a cup of hot tea to Alice. She took it in both her hands, but she didn't drink it.
It was just before dawn and we were all on the family room, spread out on the couches, exhausted because of the long night. It was almost time for all of them start getting ready for work. If I were in Seattle, I would have too. However, what was expecting me today was a phone call to my boss and asking for a transfer. I wasn't exactly cheered up and neither of them was either, the vibe was awful. We remained in an unpleasant silence until Emmett exploded.
"Please, someone say something! I hate this silence! You guys are just creeping me out! It wasn't a big deal. We were in jail for a couple of hours. So what? It's not like we were registered as sex offenders!"
I looked at him, exasperated and Edward grunted something before throwing himself beside me on the couch. Alice narrowed her eyes at him.
Emmett started the fight, but the truth was, everything got a bit confused. When I realized, everybody was throwing punches, including the women around. Things got worse when the guy's friends decided on interfering, too. In the end, someone called the cops and we were all taken downtown. We had to call Carlisle, who looked pretty pissed with us, but managed to bail us out. Tanya talked to the boy who Alice was making out with – his name was Leo or something – and we went back home. And now here we were, too stressed to sleep and too pissed to talk.
Alice put the cup on the coffee table with a high noise. "Excuse me, but this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't punch the guy I was talking to! That was none of your freaking business! "
"Okay!" said Edward aloud, "Let's calm down here for a second. Alice, please, sit down." He asked. Alice obeyed, after shooting a lethal glare to Emmett. "Emmett, apologize to her."
"No"
"Emmett," he rolled his green eyes. "Let's agree this was kind of your fault, right? I know why you did it, but you screwed up and things got really ugly. Do you realize this is going to be in the newspaper today?"
Emmett groaned, putting his hands on his face "Oh, God! I haven't thought about that. Oh, shit!"
I gasped and Alice threw her hands in the air, in despair.
"I'm screwed! It's official! Cole will totally fire me. I just can see the news ' Beautiful people in Jail' Thank you, Emmett!"
"Oh, they don't care about us!" said Emmett, with an angst filled look, "There were more VIPs there than us!"
"Yeah, but you are the hospital's director." Pointed out Edward "Could you be more careful about your image? Being arrested for assault is not exactly a good thing, you know."
"Oh, God!" sighed Alice, then we heard her phone ringing.
"It's better if this is not that asshole who you were making out with, Alice." warned Emmett, sourly and Edward smacked the back of his head. Alice gasped.
"It's Rosalie," she muttered and put the phone on the table. We groaned in response. The Hales were, also, dragged to the police station with the rest of us. I was impressed how calm they were, considering the circumstances, I mean. But these fashion people are quite strange about everything so, what do I know?
"Hey, Rose." She said, cautiously, sitting straight on the couch. She pressed a button on the phone and put it on the coffee table, so we all could hear it. Normally, she wouldn't do that, but we were all on the same boat. "Look, let me say that I'm very sorry about what happened." She shot a look at us, "We all are"
"Oh, Alice!" I could almost see her rolling her silver eyes, "Stop it, is everyone okay?" she asked.
"Yeah!" we said aloud. I heard her chuckling, a musical, sexy sound.
"How about you two?" asked Alice.
"Oh, we're okay and Kelly is already taking care of the media. Don't worry; your names and ours won't appear in the newspaper. Those guys owed a favor to Kelly and she's using them."
We all sighed relieved. "I really don't know how to say thanks to you, Rose"
"You don't have to." She said. "I know what it's like to have an overprotective brother," we heard a low protest, but Rosalie didn't seem to pay attention, "Look, I don't want this to blow our friendship, okay. I'm not mad at you. "
Emmett winced when she said that. We all knew she was talking about him.
"So, let's have lunch this week?" asked Alice, excited. She had a crush on Jasper and she was hoping that Rose could help her.
"Definitely. And Bella," she added to me, "you should come, too."
"I will," I said with a grin.
"It's a deal, then. Goodnight, guys" she turned off the phone and we smacked high fives. Except for Emmett.
"Wow, she does sound upset with me, huh?" he asked. He looked so sad that I put a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at me.
"Nothing that some roses won't fix," I said, with a wink, "and also to Kate, right? I mean, we destroyed their party."
But he seemed distracted. "Yeah, to Kate too."
"I think destroyed doesn't even start to cover what that people did," said Edward with a smirk.
Alice and I giggled. Then she got up, energetic as always. "Well, it's time to get ready for work!" she said, cheerfully.
Emmett looked at her, tired, "Alice, it's 5 o'clock in the morning. We haven't sleep. Aren't you tired?"
Alice looked at him like he was crazy.
"No." she shrugged, "If I what to be presentable to work, I have to start now. I mean, I can go to the magazine looking like I had just got out of jail, can I?"
And she danced out of the room, as if she had spent the last two hours in a double session of a shiatsu.
"I think its official," muttered Emmett after she left, "my sister is an alien."
#
Four hours later, after taking a nap and a shower, I was sitting in Edward's bedroom with a cup of coffee in one hand and surfing on the net, trying to find out how much it would cost to turn Lennox Hill house in a place suitable for human beings. I also had prepared a list of things we would need and it was from toilet paper to wardrobes. But not everything was a loss, because some of the Queen Anne's furniture my grandma's had was in the basement, so I could use that. I mean, if they weren't painted in mustard like the rest of the house, of course.
My main problem was that I had so much to do, that I didn't even know how to start. My plan of painting the house failed, too. I had an interview with Jordan Connelly, the day supervisor of the NYCL, thanks to Jenny, my previous boss. So, if I started in the lab, with a workday of ten hours, when I was suppose to paint a four-story house? I hated to admit, but I needed some help and the others were working too! Gah!
I was pulling my hair in despair, when the maid, looking at me worried, announced:
"Miss Swan, there is a lady here who wants to talk to you."
I looked at her. That couldn't be Renée, could it? I mean, she had this tendency to overreact, but she took my decision of staying here quite well.
Maybe it was Tanya or one of the Denali ladies. Ugh. I bit my lip and forced a smile to Serena.
"I'll be there in a minute."
I quickly ran to the guest room and went to brush my hair and put a nice red sweater instead of Edward's shirt. I also put on a bit of lip-gloss. I shot a quick glance in the bathroom's mirror, satisfied. I was ready to face anyone who was waiting to see me.
It wasn't a Denali girl, neither my mother who was sitting in the Cullen's living room. I didn't know her at all. She had the same age as me, but she was smaller, almost as tiny as Alice and golden skin. Her black, wavy hair was pulled up in a bun, showing her lovely features and big dark eyes. She spread a huge smile when I came to the room.
"Bella Swan?" she asked, getting up and stretching her hand to me. "I'm Carmen San Diego."
I froze when she said that. Was she for real? Like the 80's cartoon?
Carmen seemed to read my expression because she busted laughing.
"Yes, I know what you're thinking. And I'm not the thief, okay? I'm a 100 New Yorker."
I blushed a bright pink.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean… I'm sorry…"
She laughed more.
"Oh, chill out, girl! You're not the first one to make the association. You have no idea how many stupid jokes I have heard because of it." She shrugged "But it's my family's name, so... it's not like I could choose."
I already liked her. "So, Miss San Diego. What can I do for you?"
"It's Carmen." She said, "Well, I little bird told me you're moving here to NY and you already have a house and needed some help. I'm an interior designer"
I took a step back.
"What?"
She didn't seem surprised about my reaction. I wasn't expecting anything like this. But, now that I'm thinking about it, this was just like Edward. Or Alice. Oh, God, I hope Emmett isn't on this too.
She held my both hands.
"Look, Miss Swan"
"Bella" I corrected her, automatically.
"Bella. Before you start running and screaming, let's me explain myself and I was asked for, I'm just here to help you with the shopping and I know a good company, which paints houses fast. I'm not here to make your house look like something that's not you."
This made me feel a bit better. I was a bit desperate wasn't I? She can't be so bad, can she? I evaluated her carefully. She seemed perfectly normal. But so as Alice. Hmm. I think I'd put a pair of running shoes, just in case.
"What do you suggest?" I asked, still suspicious.
She smiled, "We can start visiting some painting shops and see what color you have in mind."
Hmmm. Nice.
Hold on a second, did she say "some painting shops"?
HELP!!
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APOV
I passed quickly by the many tables that composed the main heart of the Fashion Magazine until the one I was looking for. It was, as usual, a mess. Phones ringing, pieces of clothes, photos and computers turned on. One month had gone, but another one had started Tic-toc. Tic-toc.
I stopped by the table I was looking for and put my Blackberry on the top, with the teenage Hales on the screen and folded my arms. The Barbie who was checking her MySpace shot a glance at the picture and snorted.
"Did you have trouble on finding them, Alice?" she asked, with a smirk.
I raised my eyebrows. "Of course not. But, nice try. And, just for the record, the Hales are my friends now and they are Kelly's step kids. It's better if you don't mess with them as you did with my brother."
Her eyes shone behind the blue contact lenses, "How is Eddie doing?"
"That is none of your business!" I said between my clenched teeth, cursing myself for bringing Edward to the conversation. "Just stay away from me, Lauren." I warned her.
"He's mine, Alice," she hissed, "And I'll get him back. You'll see."
I didn't bother to look at her. I couldn't allow myself of thinking of her back in our lives again. It was too painful. For the past year, I kept it hidden from my family that Lauren was working in the same place as me.
And I seriously hope Bella accepted Carmen's help. The sooner we all move out, the better.
I wonder if I would have the guts to tell Edward about it.
Because the perspective, at least for now, was not good.
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