Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.
Authors note: I'm spoiling you all today.
The next day, I woke up to the repeated ringer of the front door. Sleepily, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled through to my little phone thing to find out who was waking me at this ungodly hour.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Bella! It's your mother!"
"M-Mom? Alright, come on up." I yawned and pressed the button to open the front door to her. I placed down the receiver and unlocked my door, leaving it ajar.
I thought I should probably put on something fresh. I ran into the bathroom to pee and splash water on my face. I felt better already. I wriggled out of Sunday's clothes and threw them in my very full laundry basket.
"Must do laundry." I thought during my short walk to my bedroom.
"Bella? Honey, I'm here."
"Just get comfortable, Mom. I'll be out in a minute."
I threw on loose sweatpants and my faithful NYU hoodie. Sweeping my hair up into a tight ponytail, I walked out into the living room to find my mother already making pancakes in my kitchen.
"Mom, you didn't have to do that, or drive all the way out here." I smiled. I was glad she had.
"Nonsense, Isabella. We missed you and we couldn't seem to ring you. Your father and I were worrying."
"Well thanks." I sat down on the stool by my breakfast bar and my Mom handed me a long glass of orange juice.
"Besides, I couldn't leave a certain person on your doorstep, I was morally obliged to ring the bell." She grinned.
"Who?"
"Well good morrrning Isabella!" Squealed Eric in the doorway.
He sort of sashayed into my apartment and clicked the door closed. My faithful friend was soon by my side, seated on the stool next to me.
"Morning, Bella Boo. Looking good." He smirked and whispered his last two works.
"Shut up." I laughed and lightly nudged his arm.
"Are those your famous pancakes, Mrs Swan? Mm mm mm, smelling good!"
"Now, now, Eric. We both know that false flattery gets you everywhere." Laughed my mother, Renee.
We all knew her cooking sucked, even she knew it. We made small talk while she served up breakfast. I could see airline tickets poking out of Eric's jacket pocket. I was itching to swipe them and take a peek.
"Pancakes up!" Grinned my mother, putting a plate in front of both Eric and I.
"So, Bella. How's work? You must have been dreadfully busy if you can't call your parents." I was given a playful scowl.
"Work is..." I tried to find an answer.
"Yes, Bella, how is work?" Eric repeated teasingly.
"Ow!" He then complained.
I'd kicked him.
"Work is good thanks, Mom. I'm actually going away to England next week." I told her before shovelling a mouthful of dry pancake.
"England? Ooh that sounds incredibly exciting."
"Yeah it is... Mr... Newton was specially chosen for some fancy International case. He wants me to go to take notes and arrange his itinerary." I lied.
My mother went to open her mouth, no doubt to tell me how proud she was of me but wished I was doing something with my degree...
"Actually, Bella. That's why I stopped by." Eric interrupted.
I dropped my fork.
"Newton rang me this morning, we fly out Thursday."
"Thursday?" I asked.
"You're going to, Eric?"
"Moral support." I quickly slipped in before Eric came up with some elaborate excuse.
My Mom collected the empty plates and started to fill the sink with hot soapy water. I took the opportunity to grab Eric's wrist and yank him into my bedroom.
"Woah, B! Watch the merchandise, girl"
"Thursday? What the hell? You said Monday?" I babbled. I needed to get this over with before my Mom came in.
"I know I did but the company called again, they think it's wise that you fly out earlier in order to get acquainted with your… 'castmates'." Eric snorted.
"Acquainted? I go in; I have sex with them and leave again. What's the deal?"
Eric sighed and slapped his hand to his face, dragging the palm down until it fell. He went to speak when Renee popped her head around the door.
"I'm just popping out for washing power sweetheart."
"Okay, Mom." I smiled my sweetest innocent daughter smiled and awaited until I heard the door click close before glaring at my friend.
"You know yesterday I said I had something to tell you?"
"Yes and I said it could wait."
"Jasper Hale-Cullen and Emmett Cullen are experienced in the field, if anything I hear Emmett is something quite spectacular, I'm resisting googling him." Eric sighed dreamily as he talked of Emmett Cullen.
"I'm sensing a but?"
"The producer wants you and the other guy to meet before you shoot your scenes. Put him a little more at ease with the situation." Eric explained.
None of this was making any sense to me.
I shrugged my shoulders casually with my confusion.
"Bella Boo, Edward Cullen has never done this before. It's his first movie. They want you to help him."
I blinked.
I was going to be a porn star teacher? To a porn star virgin?
Great…
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