Here you guys and gals go again! This one longer than all the rest. Hope you enjoy and I'll see you this weekend. Oh, and my butt is better and I developed a dry socket where I got my last wisdom tooth pulled, YAY!

Twilight Crystal's computer died on her partway through betaing this so any mistakes can be considered mine.

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Cover Girl Chapter 8

"Fucking A, Emmett!" Edward finally yelled as he ripped his arm out of Emmett's grasp. "What in the hell do you think you're doing bringing me to something like this?"

"Calm down, bro, just a bit of fun. Besides, you're old enough to be here so there's no law being broken. Besides, I thought you'd enjoy it once you knew that your girl, Rosalie, is in attendance. What's the big deal?"

"First off, you should have asked me before you had some harebrained scheme to take me to something like this. What if Mom and Dad find out? And second, what made you think I'd enjoy something like this?"

"Fuck, Edward, just get your panties unwaded and listen to me for a second. I was trying to do something nice for you, a brotherly trip so you could see that college you were all hard over, and when I saw the Bunny Life shrine you had going on, for that girl in particular, well I thought you'd enjoy this. It's the Adult Entertainment Expo, Edward, not some brothel. This is a place to buy movies, magazines, prints, meet the models and actors and directors, and a place to get your fanboy going. I'm sorry I thought you'd enjoy it. Just…just go do whatever you want and I'll see you back at the room later," Emmett said, his face no longer holding an enthusiastic expression, and he turned and pushed his way through the crowd, leaving Edward standing there all alone.

Edward turned to leave the venue completely ready to head back to the room and text Bella to see if she was enjoying herself, but he knew he needed to set things straight with Emmett first. All he had to do was find him amongst thousands of people.

He started off in the direction Emmett went, looking the best he could through the crowds. In thinner areas he turned and twisted, trying to look over people's heads to see if he could see Emmett, but wasn't having any luck. He passed every booth he came across if Emmett wasn't there, even to the dismay of those tending the booths. He had barely covered boobs, overly made up faces, and long painted nails flung at him no matter what he did to appear uninterested, and he truly was.

Sure, when he first discovered Emmett's magazine collection, he used them for jacking off material since Forks didn't have much in the way of spank bank fodder. But once he got over the initial tits, ass, and pussy excitement, he began to read what the pages said and learn about the girls. It took several editions before he came across Rosalie, and the sight of her made him weak in the knees. Sure, he got hard over her body as well, but there was more to her.

Rosalie was stunning, appeared to be a natural beauty, and he couldn't help but feel like he knew her somehow. Her eyes appeared to hold secrets within, secrets that were slowly revealed in each photo spread and snippet of information. They weren't secrets like how well she sucked cock or flexibility in a sexual setting, it was more like she was telling Edward that she was smart, was going somewhere in life, and was one of a kind.

Maybe the draw he had towards her was their similarities of liking to read and enjoying computers, even both majoring in the field. Maybe it was that she looked like someone he dreamt of once. Maybe it was something else entirely and Edward was just a crazed psychopath who would go nuts if he ever met her. Whatever it was, she was more than just masturbatory material in a magazine. The rest of those in the magazines, Edward didn't feel the draw to them. Sure, they were pretty and had nice assets, but they were just pictures of naked women in magazines. They weren't…special.

Edward was ready to give up and go back to the room knowing Emmett would eventually return when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stepped off to the side so as to not be run over by the rampant horny people and checked it, hoping it was Emmett. What he saw, however, was enough to make him smile in the middle of the porn Mecca.

Bella: What are you doing? Are you as bored as I am?

Edward quickly typed out a response and sent it, agreeing that he was very bored and that he wasn't doing much besides looking for Emmett.

Bella: Is he running off again? He always did that when we were younger. Maybe invest in a leash?

Edward: Haha, kind of, though this time it was because I pissed him off.

Bella: What did you do?

Edward: Long story, but basically I made him mad by not enjoying and being happy about a surprise he arranged.

Bella: It can suck when people work hard to give you something only to find out that you don't really like it. Did you not like it? What was it?

Edward: It's not that I don't like it, but it's not really my thing, and I appreciate his effort but I wish he would have asked before assuming.

Bella: Well if it makes you feel better, I'm being held hostage and tortured.

Edward: WHAT?!

Bella: hahaha no, not really, but I was forced to wear makeup and heels and dress up in clothes I don't particularly enjoy. But I had agreed to this a long time ago and had to do it.

Edward: Wow, makeup, heels, AND a dress? Pic please

Bella: Not on your life, or mine. This is soooooo not me

Edward: *pouty face*

Bella: Not working

Edward: Fine, I had to try. Well, I have to find Emmett and make up with him. Do you want to meet later for coffee?

Bella: I wish I could but I'm stuck here until late, then I have class in the morning and the afternoon with you. Rain check?

Edward: Okay, I guess. Take care and text or call me later if you're still bored.

Bella: I will. Bye

Edward: Bye

Edward smiled to himself as he put his phone away and went back to looking for Emmett. He searched the room for over an hour never locating him. He had tried calling and texting him multiple times but never got a reply. He decided to give up and head back to the room, and turned to make his way there but didn't look where he was going and ran into someone, sending them flying towards the floor.

He grabbed for the body, one hand grasping onto an arm and the other wrapping around the body as he rescued them from a guaranteed tumble. Mumbling multiple apologies, he held on tight until he made sure the person was secure, and then was greeted with a sweet southern voice speaking horrifying words to him.

"I'm fine, but can you let go of my breast?"

Mortified, Edward released the person and put his hands up in the air as he took his first full look at the person in front of him. It appeared to be a female with long blonde hair nearly to the rounded ass. She was wearing a tight sequined black dress and extremely high red heels. Slowly she turned around and Edward was rendered speechless as he saw none other than Rosalie Hale standing in front of him.

His eyes scanned her face, taking in the porcelain skin, the overly long lashes, the plump red lips, and then his eyes dipped further as he gazed appreciatively at the deep plunging dress that exposed the valley between her breasts and her navel.

"It's okay, I'm not going to attack," she said in her high, sweet voice that was thick with a drawl, and Edward slowly lowered his hands.

"Please forgive me, ma'am. I wasn't watching where I was going, didn't know you were there, I'm sorry," he said rapidly, his nerves getting the better of him as he stood in front of the woman he had admired from the magazines and dreamed of from afar.

"No problem," she replied, batting her lashes at him and Edward felt his stomach flip.

"I, uh, I, uh," Edward said, unsure of what he was going to say and not sure what exactly to say to a woman a beautiful as Rosalie Hale.

"Calm down, honey," she replied, the words sliding off her tongue in a tantalizing manner. "I'm not going to bite."

"It's just, uh, I, well, I've been following your career," Edward said and then mentally face-palmed himself for sounding like a creepy fan.

"Oh, sugar, you're too sweet. But, as a fan, I feel I must warn you, this is my last rodeo," she pseudo-whispered and Edward was shocked and his words didn't fail him when he spoke again.

"What? Why? You're so stunning, so young and beautiful. You could work for any magazine, any photographer in the world. You could do so much, go so far. Why stop now?"

"Well, to be honest, I only did this to make money for college. And now that I have, and I've got more than enough to finish and keep me set for a few years, I've decided it's time to retire. Besides, once you're in your twenties, the industry doesn't always view you as the same. You aren't young enough for the barely legal lovers, and you're not old enough for the cougar title. You're just kind of there, and I would rather go out on a high note and fondly remembered, than burn out slowly and leave way past my time."

Edward was stunned but he knew what she said was true. The magazines were always featuring the newest young girl, barely legal and advertised as a virgin, and then they had their few that were older but still beautiful and they appealed to a large group of readers as well. Those in between didn't get much love except from their loyal fans.

"I can see that. I'll be sad to see you go, though," Edward replied and blushed as he realized what he had said.

"I'm sure you will. How about a memento to remember me by?" Rosalie asked and Edward nodded his head eagerly. "You got a phone, sugar?" she asked and Edward pulled his out, unlocked it, and handed it over.

He watched as Rosalie accessed the camera and flipped the lens so they could see the picture as they took it. Then she moved over beside him, pulled his arm up and around her shoulders, and leaned in close. Edward couldn't help but stare at her instead of the camera, and it wasn't until she laughed and physically turned his head that he looked forward.

"Say cheese, honey," she said and then pressed her cheek into his, puckered her lips, and kissed him on the corner of the mouth as she pressed the shutter button.

His phone clicked and the image appeared on the screen, Edward's eyes wide and his mouth slightly open as Rosalie Hale kissed him and cuddled up to him.

"Here you go, sugar, a little present to remember me by. But for now, I have to get back to work. Are you coming tomorrow night? I'll be signing autographs then," Rosalie asked and Edward nodded his head, unable to speak. "Good, don't forget to bring the newest edition of Bunny Life, it's my next to last one, and they'll be selling early prints of my final spread. The first 1,000 get them, but don't tell anyone as they aren't announcing it. Come early to ensure you can get one," she said with a wink as she handed him back his phone and turned, slowly sashaying away as Edward just stood there dumbfounded.

It took him a few minutes to recover before he could even move. The first thing he did was look at the image Rosalie had captured of them. Not wanting to lose it, he immediately emailed it to his three separate email addresses and locked it into his phone. He gently secured his phone back into his pocket and headed towards the exit and back up the elevator to his room.

Emmett wasn't there so he sent him one last text as he climbed into bed.

Edward: Sorry I was such a douche tonight. I know you thought you were giving me something I'd enjoy. To tell you the truth, I did actually enjoy it and I met her, I met ROSALIE! I'm going back tomorrow night and I want you to come along. I love you, bro, and I really do appreciate everything you've done for me this trip and throughout our lives. Now, enjoy my photo!

Edward attached the picture of him and Rosalie and sent the message, then set his alarm and fell asleep with a smile on his face and Rosalie in his mind.

Sometime throughout the night, he began to dream of Rosalie, and it was quickly getting heated. She was straddling his lap, rocking against his hard dick as she kissed along his neck. He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair, but the more he did, the darker it grew. Her sweet, southern, high pitched voice began to drop and lose the accent. And when she pulled back and cupped his face, she was replaced by Bella, her hair messy and her lips plump from kissing him.

Edward awoke with a start, rubbing his face as he tried to make sense of the dream. The only logical conclusion he could come to was that he had spent so much time with Bella, his old crush for her rekindling, and then ran into Rosalie that night, and his admiration for her was fresh in his mind.

He could admit that they resembled each other but Bella's skin was naturally darker and Rosalie's was paler. Bella had brown hair and Rosalie blonde. Rosalie's lashes were much longer and thicker and Bella's were there but not extremely noticeable. Rosalie's lips were plumper and Bella's soft and perfect. Rosalie was also much taller than Bella, and her breasts were larger and her ass rounder. Rosalie's voice was higher and she had the accent, and Bella's was deeper with no accent. Still, they had enough in common that they could possibly be related somehow, like third cousins or something, but that was it.

Edward tried to brush off the dream and got up to get a drink from the main room. He found Emmett asleep in his bed, the TV playing softly in the background. Edward switched it off after grabbing a bottle of water, then headed back to bed. Before falling back to sleep, he checked his phone and saw two missed calls and three text messages. The calls were from Emmett, and he had voicemails as well. Checking them, he heard Emmett drunkenly slurring that he was sorry and he wanted Edward to forgive him, and he asked who the hot chick was in the second voicemail.

He checked the text messages and found one from Emmett, though it looked more like a toddler had gotten his phone and just randomly pushed buttons.

Emmett: aadhn thathkhen adhbjkfhdu anddd ewwert avvetzpo

Edward made sure to save it and tease Emmett about it the next day before moving on to check the rest of the texts. The next two were from Bella and Edward pouted as he realized he slept through receiving them.

Bella: Finally done for the night! One more night of forced torture and I'm done. Did you end up having a better night? You and Emmett make up?

And the next message was sent an hour after the first.

Bella: Guess you're either having fun or sleeping. Either way, I had fun today and am looking forward to spending more time with you tomorrow. Maybe the day after that we can do something before you head back to Forks? Night, I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams, Edward

Edward smiled, happy to know she was thinking of him. He wanted to reply but her last message had come through at almost midnight, and it was two-thirty in the morning. He was sure she was asleep and didn't want to wake her so he set his phone on the nightstand, took a few swallows of the cold water, and then curled back up under the covers.

As he slid back into sleep, he had a smile on his face and dreams of Bella to accompany him. He just knew that the next day would be amazing and he fell asleep eager for it to arrive as fast as it could.

Well? What are all of you thinking now? I know some think Rosalie and Bella are separate and some think she's the same person. I will say that you won't know for a few more chapters or so. And remember, I said this wasn't going to be a long story. We're probably at the halfway point right now. Just warning you all.

See you all this weekend!