A super-huge shout out and thank-you to Tarbecca for recommending my story over at her Fic Dive on ADF! And to all you reviewers, and those who have followed and faved! I love hearing your theories, and I'm sure Edward would be much better off if he was paying as much attention to detail as you were…
Mrs. Meyer owns Twilight, I've hijacked her characters. Not trying to infringe, just having some fun. Go away kiddies, you make me feel guilty for having a dirty mouth.
Songs!
Chop Suey – System of a down
The Queen and I – Gym Class Heroes
Counting Stars – OneRepublic
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"So, how was your dinner yesterday?" I asked, trying to disguise my complete interest by thumbing through the rack of clothes.
"Edward! I like her, she's my friend, and you are not going to sleep with her. Fuck off."
"Hey, I was just asking. I'm going crazy with boredom here; entertain me with your exciting life."
She rolled her eyes at me. "It was really fun, actually. The woman is seriously understated in the fashion department, but I can work with it. She's really fun to hang out with. She just has this vibe, you know? She's exciting to be around."
"Did you find out her actual name?"
"No."
"Why not?"
She was quiet for a long moment before she spoke in a contemplative tone. "Because I don't think she can tell me," she said cryptically, and she let out her breath in a huff before she leveled me with her gaze. "And I'm respecting her privacy, and you," she waved a sparkly pink fingernail at me, "should too." She eyed me curiously. "What's wrong with you, anyways? You've been acting weird."
"I don't know, I've just felt off." I've been brainwashed! Someone took out my mind and replaced it with a damn Disney movie. I was acting like a little girl.
I just couldn't stop thinking about her.
"Is this because of B?"
"No!" I shouted, much too quickly. She gave me a knowing smile, shaking her head, but didn't say anything.
Out loud anyways, I could clearly see her verdict in her eyes.
"Shut up Alice."
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"So how are things going so far?" Mom asked me excitedly while I picked at my desert.
Fucking strawberry shortcake, I'm pretty sure they're trying to kill me.
"Good, things have been quiet."
"How's work?" My dad asked.
"I've been reading a lot of screenplays, nothing that seems interesting though. I'm not really in a rush to do something at the moment."
"Have you met anyone yet? What have you been doing to keep busy?"
I clenched my fork tightly in my fist in response to her first question. Yes, I've met the most intriguing woman in the world, but she won't even tell me her fucking name. "No, and I've been spending a lot of time with Rose's boyfriend. He owns a gym."
"Oh that's nice. So you're not seeing anyone?"
"No," I said through clenched teeth.
"Excellent, I want you to go out for dinner with my friend's daughter. Her name is Kate, you'll see her tomorrow night."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, you are going out to dinner with my friend's daughter tomorrow. Is there something wrong with that?" She gave me that fucking mom look, making me feel like I was five years old.
"No," I said with a defeated sigh. "Where am I meeting her?"
Mom smiled brightly, and gave me the address for a fancy restaurant. End of discussion.
That dinner was one of the longest nights of my life. Kate was hot, don't get me wrong. Great rack, platinum-blond hair and pretty green eyes. But listening to her talk was just about as enjoyable as listening to someone drag their nails across a chalkboard. I made great friends with a large bottle of Chianti, whom I then murdered. Then I seduced her twin, and killed her fairly quickly as well as I listened to Kate talk about herself the entire night.
I had actually thought about just bringing her back to my place anyways, it was obvious she wanted me to. It's been way too long. Now that I thought about it, it had been weeks since I'd gotten laid, but every time I pictured bringing her through my door and ripping off her dress, the image of those big brown eyes and full red lips took over my mind.
Had I actually thought Kate was hot?
What if someone got a picture, and my brown-eyed girl saw it in the paper?
Why do I even fucking care?
Even after two large bottles of wine, I couldn't bring myself to do it. It just felt… wrong. So at the end of the night, I expertly dodged her good-night kiss, giving her a sturdy handshake before pushing her into a cab.
When I got back to my building, Riley had left a box of new screenplays for me at the front desk, and I took out one to read myself to sleep with.
It didn't work, the story was fucking amazing. An original work of Marcus Volturi himself. I hadn't worked with him since my very first film, and he was without a doubt the best director in the business. It was the action movie I had always dreamed of doing, filled with guns, explosions, sex, and violence.
It wasn't even that which kept me up though. It was the hot sex scene halfway through that got to me. The fucking CIA agent, some bad-ass female that kicked ass in the secondary role throughout the story, had me picturing someone who I knew lived the closest thing to that sort of lifestyle. As I read, I was easily able to picture it in my head. Ripping the buttons off her little blue blouse in an empty, dirty boiler room. Feeling her hands comb through my hair, her nails digging into my shoulders as I wrapped her legs around me and fucked her up against the water tank…
I didn't sleep a single fucking second, and it was driving me crazy. I decided to just get up and go to the gym early today. Maybe I could tire myself out and just sleep the rest of the day.
It was quieter than usual that early in the morning, just a few people catching a quick workout before heading off to their normal lives. I passed a closed door that had loud, pulsing music coming through it, and I could faintly hear a woman yelling orders inside, her voice muffled by the thick door.
'Cycle Hell, no late shows,' a piece of paper taped to the door read.
I wondered if that was Emmett's sister yelling in there, and I was really curious as to what she looked like. I almost opened the door to go in, but stopped when the door flew open and a female ran outside into the hallway and threw up into a garbage can.
"Everybody up! PUSH! Come on blue shirt, I said push! Ninety seconds isn't going to kill you!"
I backed away from the door. It sounded fun, but I had to admit I was a little intimidated.
Besides, what if she's hot? That's the last thing I needed, to go chasing after my new friend's sister.
But what if it made me stop thinking about her?
Damn it.
I turned around and made my way over to the treadmills, sticking in my headphones and blaring some System of a Down loud enough to block out my thoughts.
I guess I kind of zoned out while I was running, which is one of the things I loved about the activity. My music quieted down as I slowed my pace for a cool down, and I almost tripped when I looked up.
She was right fucking there, my ninja. She was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants, and a baggy grey t-shirt. Her hair was in a pony-tail, and it was fucking long, hanging down all the way to the base of her spine. Her face was flushed, and she looked pissed. She was drenched in sweat, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I watched as she grabbed a big black medicine ball, tied the hem of her shirt into a tight knot on her hip, and inverted one of the weight benches.
I was hypnotized, watching her hang herself upside down off the bench, stretch to grab the medicine ball, then started doing furious crunches. She was a fucking machine, and the more she worked the more pissed off she looked. After a few minutes, she threw down her ball, hopped off her bench, cleaned it, and walked over to one of the punching bags. She put on a giant pair of black and green skull candy headphones, and was shifting from foot to foot as she taped up her hands.
I just kept walking, my body refusing to cool down.
I took out my headphones, and was met with the resounding thump, thump, thump of her punching the bag, throwing a kick in every once in a while. She stopped suddenly, taking her phone out of her pocket and disconnecting her headphones from it. I heard half a second of some melody I couldn't place before she answered.
"Yeah?" Her voice echoed through the quiet room. "You know that's not my thing Rose." Pause. "Will you get the corner table at least?" Pause. "Yeah, okay. Not a problem. Love you too, bye." She plugged her head phones back in, and went back to the task of beating the shit out of the sand bag.
I couldn't help it, I walked over to her.
I smiled when I got close, hearing the music she was listening to. Chop Suey was blaring through her headphones. We actually had something in common. She suddenly tossed her headphones onto the floor, barely missing a beat in her rhythm from the action.
"Hey Stalker." How the fuck did she know I was here? She didn't even look at me. "You know, it's probably not the smartest thing to try and sneak up on a woman when she's punching shit."
I couldn't stop my laugh as it escaped my lips. That seemed to make her finally stop, and she turned around to look at me, her hands fisted on her hips.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, I swear," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I just wanted to come say hi."
She looked at me suspiciously, and picked up her towel to wipe the sweat off of her face.
I was jealous of the towel, I wanted to lick the sweat off of her body. She smelled fucking amazing, even with her soaked shirt.
"Okay, hi." She continued to watch me as she started peeling the tape off of her hands, and I couldn't stop my eyes from trailing over her body quickly. She made beauty look effortless. My gaze stopped on the sliver of exposed skin on her hip, and my eyes went wide when I saw the edge of a large, pink scar. She quickly untied her shirt, dropping it back down, and glared at me. I tried to think of something to say, but before I could get a word out, she had picked up her things and started walking away. "Don't ever bother me while I'm trying to work out again, or I'll have you thrown out of this gym," she growled over her shoulder.
I was still in shock. What the fuck happened to her? My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing.
"Hey Rose, what's up?"
"Hey cousin, I have a huge favor to ask you."
"Shoot."
"I'm having a big dinner tonight with a potential client. She's a big fan of yours, would you be up to coming along to butter her up for me?"
I laughed, shaking my head. "Sure, why not." I needed to keep myself busy, and it was the least I could do for all the free booze I drank at her club.
"Excellent, we'll pick you up at six thirty."
"See you then."
I was met by an eerie silence in the room, and looked around to find it deserted. The image of that angry scar flashed through my mind again, turning my vision red. I didn't think as my hand shot out and punched the black leather bag of sand hanging next to me.
"Ow! What the fuck!" She had been punching this thing for twenty minutes and didn't flinch. Was she the fucking Wolverine or something?
"I take it you've never boxed before," Emmett said with a rumbling laugh. "You should be careful, you'll split your knuckles if you don't tape them up. Didn't you learn that training for one of your movies or something?"
"Nah, I always had a trainer, using those arm pad things," I said absently, rubbing my hand. "Rose just called, inviting me to some dinner with a potential client," I said to fill the silence of the room.
"Thank God. It will be nice having some male reinforcement. The women in this city are fucking terrifying."
I smiled, watching the memory of my ninja flip that asshole onto his back and punch him in the face. "What's excitement without a little bit of fear though?"
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Alice came over at six, and we went downstairs together a half hour later. I froze when I walked outside, and saw her standing in front of the limo's door. Her eyes were covered by a pair of big, black sunglasses at the moment, but I still recognized her immediately. She opened the door for us, and gestured for us to get in.
"B, you're not a fucking chauffeur, you don't need to open our doors," I heard Rose call.
"You want me to work for you, I'll do it properly. Get in the car Hollywood, or the pap will be all over our asses." Her voice was completely neutral, but I could still sense the lingering anger for me in her posture. Can she seriously blame me for checking her out? I listened though, and slid inside after my sister. She didn't close the door, and I looked up at her curiously. "Are you going to move over or do you want me to ride on the roof?" She spat with barely reigned annoyance.
"Oh, uhm, sorry," I stuttered, and moved down the bench. She dropped down onto the seat beside me, shutting the door and knocking on the roof twice. The limo pulled out. She crossed her legs, and took out her phone. It was a different one than she'd been using at the gym.
"Stop trying to read my phone, Hollywood," she whispered darkly.
"I'm not looking at your phone, I'm looking at you. I don't think I've ever seen someone make a pants-suit look so fucking hot before." The words tumbled out without any thought, and I froze in embarrassment. It was very true though, with her designer black slacks, a white blouse and fitted matching jacket, it was pretty hot.
Shit.
She's going to fucking punch me.
She looked up at me for a minute, then burst out laughing, clutching at her side.
It was the most entrancing, beautiful, mesmerizing sound I had ever heard. I watched her in awe, and realized that the entire car was looking at us. "Oh man," she said, wiping under her large shades with one of her delicate fingers before clapping me on the shoulder, hard. "Good one Apollo, but keep it in your pants." The car pulled over, and she hopped out, holding out her hand to help Rose out of the car. She walked behind her into the building.
"What the fuck was that about?" Emmett growled. What was his problem?
"No idea, apparently she thinks I'm funny," I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest. We sat in awkward silence until the women returned, one extra with them.
Oh, hell no.
Was this some sort of fucking joke?
"Hello Edward, it's nice seeing you again so soon," Kate purred. I couldn't help my eyes flittering over to B. She was watching our exchange with a knowing smile.
Fuck, god damn it Kate.
"Uh, sure, you too." I took out my phone quickly, and sent an apologetic text to Rose.
I'm going to try to be polite as possible because you're fucking family, but I can't stand this woman. I'm not going to kiss her ass all night.
I put my phone away, and a minute later Rose checked hers. She texted me back.
No problem cousin, I get it. I can't fucking stand her either. I was thinking about buying her building, but I changed my mind. Let's just get shitfaced and eat some expensive food.
I looked up and grinned at her, and she shot me a wink.
It was bad, but not horrible. Kate kept trying to slide her hand up my thigh under the table, and I kept moving away from her.
And watching our security.
I figured Rose had hired her for some extra security for the night, though I'm not really sure why. We had fucking Emmett and I here, why'd she want this chick?
She didn't eat, only occasionally taking sips from a bottle of water she had brought in with her. She didn't seem to listen, and didn't input to the conversation. She was silent, still, her chair settled into the corner as her eyes were probably continuously traveling the room. I couldn't really tell with her big glasses, she kept them on, but I would have bet money on it.
"So, why'd you bring the help in?" Kate slurred, pointing her wine glass at brown-eyes. She didn't even acknowledge her words, though I knew for certain that she heard.
Rose heard too.
"Excuse me?"
"You've got the hired help sitting at our table, can't you just tell her to stand in the corner?" She was glaring at her now, and I saw my angel smirk.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that you spoiled bitch!" Rose said, jumping to her feet, and threw her napkin at her while glaring.
Wow, that... escalated quickly. Our ninja was on it though.
"Hey Rose, calm down. Alice, why don't you take Rose to the ladies room, I think she needs to pee." Alice obliged quickly, dragging a scowling, drunk Rose over to the washroom. She watched them leave, then calmly looked down at her phone and started typing away. We all watched in silence until she looked up at Kate.
"This meeting is over. There's a personal car waiting for you outside, would you like me to walk you out?"
Kate glared, throwing down her napkin and standing up. She wobbled, but my ninja caught her before she could fall.
"That would be a yes. Let's go." She handed Kate her purse, which she snatched away, and brown-eyes calmly walked behind her out to the door.
I watched as she walked by the front door, pulled someone out from behind a curtain, grabbed his giant camera, and tossed it into a big vase filled with water and flowers without skipping a beat.
Alice and Rose came back, and Rose dropped down in her chair with a huff and a scowl, but her eyes went wide when she looked at our table. "Where'd they go?" She asked worriedly.
"B went to put Kate in a car to send her home," Emmett told her, draping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek.
"Is she okay?" She asked, and I was shocked to see her eyes starting to water.
"Do you even have to ask? Of course she is," he said with a grin. Rose let out a shaky laugh.
"I'm sorry about that, I just-"
"I know baby, don't worry about it." He took her face in his big hands and kissed her firmly. Their love for each other was tangible, so strong that it made my stomach squirm and I had to look away. The feeling only intensified when B walked back in, sitting back in her chair and scanning the room carefully. Rose jumped out of her chair and hugged her tightly. The soft smile that spread across B's face made my heart feel like it was swelling in my chest.
"Hey, none of that," she said sternly, though her tone didn't match the grin on her lips. She leaned over with Rose clinging to her, and topped up her glass of wine. "Okay, stop being such a girl and have a drink."
"I'm sor-"
"Shut up Rose."
I was expecting Rose to yell at her for that, but she just burst out laughing and kissed her cheek.
"You know I love you right?"
"Ditto." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she got up out of her chair before booking it across the room. Another man snapping pictures of us. She grabbed the man's arm, and dragged him to the back of the restaurant, disappearing behind the doors to the kitchen.
"Is she allowed back there?" I asked curiously.
"Probably not, but it's never stopped her before," Rose said with a shrug, and then started asking questions about Alice's fall line. While they were distracted, I leaned over the table, snatching the lid to B's water bottle, and started spinning it on the table in front of me. I played with it for ten minutes until our bouncer came back, followed by a man in an expensive suit who was sweating bullets. I slipped it into my pocket.
"Ms. Hale, I just wanted to come over and personally apologize for our lack of security this evening. You're associate has pointed out that you have been photographed by two separate men this evening. I assure you that this is not a common occurrence in my establishment. Please accept my sincere apologies. Dinner of course is on the house."
"Oh, okay. Thanks. And don't worry about it." Rose said, and looked over at the angel sitting next to her.
The corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk again.
"Hey Alice, are you seeing anyone right now?" B asked. Alice looked up at her, surprised by the random question.
Please god, don't let her start dating my sister.
"Nope, why?"
"I have this friend that I think would be perfect for you. I'm setting you two up."
Alice beamed at her. "I can't wait! What's his name?"
"That can be the first question you ask him when you meet him," she said with a grin. "Come by the club tomorrow night." Alice nodded excitedly.
"What's this guy like? What does he do? Does he have a criminal record?" I demanded, causing her to look over at me. It was like she was always purposely avoiding looking at me, and I so badly wanted to rip off those big glasses so I could look into her big, gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes.
This time was different though. She smiled. At me.
"Don't worry Brother Bear, he's cool. I wouldn't let him near Alice if he wasn't," she said in a gentle voice. I relaxed under her gaze, and nodded to her. She looked away again quickly.
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"Edward, you really don't need to chaperone," my sister said with an amused smile.
"Yes I do. Do you think she cut it too short? I think it's too short." I was never going to let that psycho woman touch my hair again.
"Your hair looks great, calm down."
I huffed, and then opened the door for her as the car pulled over. She practically sprinted into the building, and I followed closely after her.
B was in her usual spot, and nodded at us as we walked in. Alice bounced over to her.
"Hey Alice."
"Hey B! Is he here?"
"Yup, come on." B took her elbow, and led her over to a booth where there was one man, sitting by himself. He was tall and lean, with sandy blond hair and grey eyes. He stood up and beamed at my sister, not breaking eye contact as he leaned forward and shook her hand.
"Hey, I'm Jasper. It's a pleasure to meet you darlin'."
"Alice," she said, smiling brightly. He gestured for her to have a seat, and she accepted quickly, sliding right up next to him when he sat down.
As soon as I stepped forward to join them, I was stopped by a jolt of electricity that shot through my arm. I looked down in shock, seeing that B had her hand on my elbow, and was leading me away from them.
"Have fun kids," she said over her shoulder. I didn't fight her, I didn't want her to let go of me.
"Really Hollywood, Jasper is a complete gentleman. You have nothing to worry about. Just give them a little privacy."
I looked back over my shoulder, and seeing the smile on my sister's face… I'd never seen her smile like that before, and I didn't want to take that away from her. I nodded, and she let go of me. I sat down next to Emmett, and watched her as she walked back over to her post.
Tonight, I forced myself not to watch her constantly. Just frequently. Baby steps. I found myself having fun though. After a couple hours, Alice and Jasper came over, holding hands, and she introduced him to everyone. Apparently he already knew the others from Emmett's gym though.
He was actually a really cool guy. He worked at the New York Historical Society and Museum, specializing in weaponry of the first and second World Wars. He was twenty-seven, same age as me, and was apparently a fan of mine.
He and Alice barely looked away from each other's eyes for more than a second the entire night. It was kind of intense, but my sister seemed extremely happy.
The five of us got pretty trashed, and didn't even notice the club empty out.
"Hey drunkies. You guys look fucking wasted, so I brought you some sandwiches," B said, popping up out of nowhere, and dropping a giant bag of food on the middle of our table. Emmett and Jasper almost started throwing punches, but were quickly separated by B pinching onto their ears and pulling them apart. "Emmett, I brought you three smoked meats, calm down."
"You take such good care of me," he said, grinning up at her. She gave him an irritated look, and punched him in the arm.
"How are you all getting home tonight?" She asked, glaring at all of us suspiciously.
"Edward and I have a car picking us up, we'll give Jasper a lift," my sister said, leaning into him with a dazed smile. He forgot about the food, grinning back at her.
"I'll call for a cab for us," Emmett mumbled over a mouth full of food.
"Good. Everything's locked up boss, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Beeeeeeeee, stay with us! Hang out for a bit," Rose said with a pout.
"Yeah, why don't you chill for a bit?" I added, my voice sounding too hopeful.
"Sorry Rose, I gotta get back to my man. You know how he gets when he's left waiting," she said with a grin.
What the fuck? Her man? She's seeing someone?
Of course she is you idiot, look at her!
I just stared at her in horror, and she gave me an odd look before walking away.
No, I couldn't let her go. Not into the arms of another man. I wouldn't survive the night.
"I'll be right back," I said, but I was ignored by my group as I ran after her. I heard a door close, and chased after the noise, stumbling slightly in the stairwell but catching myself on the railing. I broke through the door, and looked around to find myself in an alley.
"What are you doing?" I spun around at the sound of her voice, and froze.
She was still in her black slacks, but she was wearing a tight leather jacket, straddling a giant black Harley with a shiny helmet tucked under her arm.
That was fucking hot.
"Earth to Hollywood. You okay? You look kind of sick, man."
"What's his name?"
"What?"
"Your boyfriend, what's his name?"
She stared at me in confusion for a long minute, then a grin slowly spread across her face before she laughed. The sound started to calm me. "Are you serious?"
"Completely fucking serious."
She pursed her lips, and then shook her head before pulling a phone out of her pocket. She tapped her screen a few times, and held it out to me. I walked over to her, squinting my eyes at the brightness of the screen.
"Why are you showing me a picture of a dog?"
"This is my man, my baby. His name is Zeus."
I looked at her in shock, my over-reaction replaying through my mind and making me almost sick. She pulled on her helmet, and started up her bike. The roar of the engine bounced off of the brick walls of the alley.
"So you don't have a boyfriend?"
She didn't even bother to answer me, she just waved over her shoulder before thundering out onto the road.
What was wrong with me? I think I needed to start seeing a shrink.
Unfortunately, I locked myself out of the building. I called Alice, and Emmett came down to let me back in.
"What were you doing out here?" He asked suspiciously, blocking my way into the building.
"I just had to ask B something before she left," I said, thrown by the angry look on his face.
"Ask her what?"
"It's doesn't matter Emmett. Jeeze, what's your problem?"
My eyes went wide as he grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me off the ground and pulling me up to his face. The anger in his expression made my life flash before my eyes.
"It does fucking matter," he growled. "I think you're a good guy Edward, but I've seen the way you look at her. I'm warning you now, if you ever fucking touch her without her permission, I will fucking kill you."
I held out my arms. "I would never, I swear!"
"Good." He dropped me back on my feet, and it was like a light switch was flipped, and his face was back to his usual goofy smile. "By the way, I ate your sandwiches."
"What! You fucking prick!" He laughed, and we raced each other back up the stairwell of the building. Thankfully my sister took pity on me, and let me have the rest of her sandwich. Turkey with brie cheese, cucumber, and spicy mayo.
Best sandwich of my life.
After the food was gone, we went out to our cars and headed home. When we stopped to drop off Jasper, I walked him out after he pried himself off of my sister. I glared at him as we walked inside. He stopped, and spun to face me in front of the elevator.
"I'm sorry Edward, but I can't apologize for my behavior. I think I'm in love with your sister."
"What?" My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.
"No, that didn't come out right. I am in love with your sister. She's the most amazing woman in the world, and I'm never going to let her go. I'm going to marry her someday."
He was pleading with me with his drunken eyes, and I couldn't help smiling at the obvious sincerity in his expression. "If you ever hurt her, I'll kill you myself."
"If I ever hurt her, I'd beg you to do it," he said without a second of hesitation. I smiled.
"Later Jasper."
"What did you say to him? Did he say anything to you? Why were you gone so long!" Alice shouted as I slid back into the car. I laughed.
"He seems to really like you," I told her simply. She beamed.
"Oh Edward. I love him. Already, I love him more than I've ever loved anything before. What do I do?"
I smiled at her. I loved my sister, she was the most important person in my life. Seeing her happy made me happier than anything. I couldn't help pulling her into a hug.
"I have no idea Alice," I told her honestly. Really, I was the last person anyone should ask for love advice from. "Just enjoy it I guess? And don't take that happiness for granted."
"Is that a line from one of your movies or something?" She mumbled into my shirt. I laughed.
"No, that's just me."
"I love you Edward."
"Love you too, baby sis."
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"Hey Tyler."
"Edward! How's it going? Did you read the screen plays I sent you?"
"Yeah, actually. That CIA one's pretty interesting."
"I knew you'd like that one! I'll set up the meeting."
"I'm not saying yes Tyler," I said with a sigh. "It's Marcus Volturi's own script though… I have a few reservations about a few of the scenes. I just want to talk to him, don't go telling him I want to sign." I knew he had a tendency to rush into things. For the thousandth time, I found myself wondering why I was still working with him.
Oh yeah, contract to the end of the year. Only a few more months.
"Seriously Edward? You should be begging him for this part. What sort of fucking reservations could you have on this script? It's the opportunity of a lifetime!"
"Fuck, Tyler, I'm not even looking for work and I'm still fucking considering it!"
"What fucking reservations?" He asked again.
"I'm not comfortable with the boiler room scene."
"Are you fucking serious?" His tone was disbelieving.
"You know I am Tyler, we've been over this before. I'm tired of this shit, I'm trying to move my image into a different direction."
"You love this shit Edward, you're being ridiculous."
"No Tyler, you are. And your contract ends on the thirty-first of December. If I were you, I'd start fucking listening to the person who pays you. I'm willing to talk to him about his script, but that's it right now."
The line was silent for a full minute before I heard him let out his breath in a quiet huff.
"All right… I'll get back to you when I've set up a meeting. Does Riley have a security escort for you, or do you want me to arrange one?"
"What?"
"Security, Edward. Come on, you know you coming back into town will create a scene. Last thing I need is one of your fan girls drugging you up and kidnapping you. Want me to arrange something?"
I grinned. "No, that's okay. I know some people. Just get back to me with a date."
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What's Emmett's deal? And what's your favourite type of sandwich?