Impressions-A Twilight Fanfic Chapter 2
Title: Impressions
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bella is a single, shy, and timid writer. Edward is an engaged, charming, and handsome busisnessman. What do you get when Bella has to cover "Seattle's New Couple?"
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer I own nothing.
Comments: AU, AH. I couldn't get this plot bunny out of my head. It demanded to be written.
Chapter 2
Bella's POV.
"Bella, Mike told me to give this to you." Angela dropped a piece of paper on my desk and left. I picked up the small piece of paper, a post-it.
Ms. Willows would like for you to call her to set up an apt. to interview her and Mr. Cullen. You'll be taking this piece, don't try to get out of it. Call the number on the bottom.
There was number on the bottom and I scanned over the note again. I groaned. This particular piece wasn't my forte' I covered "travel" not "couple's news." Rolling my eyes, I silently cursed Jessica. Damn. She couldn't have picked a better time to be sick. I just had to talk to Mike. Persuade him to give this to someone else. I got up from my chair and walked over to his office, tapped on his door and walked in.
"Isabella" he greeted.
"Mike I"
"Don't try to get out of this Isabella."
"But Mike I firmly protest this isn't my normal writing genre." I tried to use a more "professional" language. After all he was my boss.
"You are the only female writer I've got that writes well." "And do you know how high profile this piece could be?" "You're covering this." he said with a hint of finality.
I bit back a complaint. Smiled, nodded, and turned around.
"Oh and Isabella?"
"Yes?"
"There will be an six page spread on these two, you'll be attending their engagement party, and any other event that they invite you too. You'll also bring a photographer with you to these events."
Clearly I didn't know what I was getting myself into. A look of shock came over my face. "I thought you said all I had to do was interview them?"
"These people are high profile in the community." "And we're lucky they picked our magazine to be featured in amongst all the other competition." "Do what they tell you." And with that he waved me of.
***
Edward's POV.
It was early afternoon and already I had a slight headache. Normally I enjoy my work. But today was rather bland and stressful. The day started out fine. I got up, went to work, and now it's almost lunch.
I had decided to skip lunch but with my growing headache I knew that was a bad idea. I sighed looked at the clock it was nearing one o'clock. I still had time to grab something. I grabbed my wallet and keys and was out the door.
I tried to think back to today's events to determine what the source of my headache is. Today was a normal day. I hadn't done anything out the ordinary except get a cup of coffee. I normally take coffee at the office but for some reason I felt compelled to go to "Starbucks" I admit, I hardly ever go to "Starbucks" and don't have any idea what the difference between a latte and a cappuccino is.
The line in the "Starbucks" was fairly short. It was moving speedily and when it was my turn I drew a blank. I had no idea what to get. I forgot that there were other people waiting till a young woman standing behind me made it known. I would have been cross with the manner in which she spoke to me but when I turned around my ill feelings subsided.The woman who spoke to me was young, petite with small curves, chocolate brown eyes, light brown colored hair, and a heart shaped face. She was beautiful but in a subtle way. Without thinking I asked her to help me pick out something and she obliged. We waited for our coffee's together and she apologized for her outburst. It was clear she was feeling guilty for her earlier words. She was blushing a little bit as she spoke. I found it cute. I apologized for keeping everyone waiting and then we got our coffee's and she left.
I had arrived at a small sandwich shop and placed my order. It would take less than ten minutes to make my order. I stood of to the side to wait. And then my cell phone rang:
"Hello"
"Edward! Darling I'm glad I got you, I've just hung up with the editor from Northwest Island and they assigned someone to cover our story. The writer will be attending our engagement party this Saturday, so as warning please be on your best behaviour."
I laughed lightly "Tanya, I promise I will do my best to impress this writer."
"Thank you."
"Are you alright?" I asked
"Yes I'm fine, very excited about our six page spread. It's going to be spectacular I just know it!"
"Yes, I'm sure it will." I agreed.
"I've got to go now darling. Love you bye."
"Good bye."
I closed my phone and walked to the counter my order was ready.
Six page speard? To be honest I wasn't that excited to have a writer from a magazine come to my engagement party and write about our relationship. I didn't see the need to impress people that much. In business I had to, but this was my personal life. I only agreed because Tanya wanted it. And I knew I put her through a lot of shame and sadness over the two years I had been dating her. I was a bit of a commitment phobe. I also didn't believe that much in monogamy. I myself had trouble being with one person at a time. Don't get me wrong, monogamy is a great thing and concept but I just sucked miserably with it. I suppose it's because I hadn't met the right girl yet. Tanya was a great girl. She had a good heart and she would look the other way with some of my indiscretions. The fact that she remained with me through it all sealed the deal for me. I could marry her and be content with her.
***
Bella's POV.
"Rose get out a bottle of our strongest liquor." I called into the apartment as I walked in.
Rosalie Hale is my best friend and roommate. We meet in Europe when I was studying abroad and at the time she was doing some small modeling gigs in Paris. When I came back to the states to finish up my degree Rosalie decided to move back too and pursue other endevours. We lost contact for about a year but ran into each other again when she was looking at a place to live here in Seattle. We've been friends for five years and roommates for two. Sometimes it amazes me how we're friends. Rosalie is tall with long honey blond hair, blue eyes, and she is gorgeous. Hence her former career as a model. We get along great though. She's more outgoing than I am and I'm more of a introvert. We're a good match.
"What's the occasion?" she said as she opened up our cupboards revealing our strongest liquor.
"Jessica is sick and Mike has forced me to take on this high profile story."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I've never handled "couple's news" before."
"Is it that bad?" she asked as she got out two shot glasses.
"Yes, because I not only have to interview these people but I'm invited to their engagement party and there'll be lots of photo ops and it's so glitzy." I rolled my eyes.
"Sounds like fun." she smiled.
"Maybe for you but what do I know about relationships and such?"
"Just go to the party meet them, ask them the normal "how did you meet?" "how did you propose?" questions." "It doesn't seem that hard."
"I guess you're right." "It's just a surprise that I got this and I don't like surprises."
We drowned our second shot.
Rosalie gave me a smile the said "Chalk it up for being a new experience Bella, what's the worst that could happen?"
***
The next day at work was pure hell. I still hadn't called that woman Ms. Willows and I was also half hoping Mike would take pity on me and give this story to some more eager writer. I went in the office with a bit of hope and wishful thinking. That was quickly taken a way from me when Mike meet me at my cubicle.
"You haven't called Ms. Willows."
Statement not question. He was glaring at me.
I sighed and tried to sound braver than I was.
"I was just hoping you had reconsidered giving this to someone else."
"Not happening Isabella. Call her today!"
Damn it. There really was no way getting out of this. I leaned back in my uncomfortable chair and looked up at the ceiiling. Maybe just maybe, I could get through this. Jessica so owes me for this.
I leaned forward and started rummaging around my office space looking for the post-it with the number. I may not want this piece, I may not like this at all, but I was going to be as professional about this as I could.
I dialed the seven digit number and after four rings a woman picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Willows?"
"Yes who's speaking?"
"This is Isabella Swan form the Northwest Island magazine, I'll be interviewing you and your fiancee' for our magazine."
"Oh yes, I've been expecting your call!"
Eww she sounded so sweet and exicted. Who really wants to parade their relationship for all of Seattle? Shaking that personal thought off I continued speaking.
"Yes I'm calling to schedule a meeting with you and your fiancee'".
"This weekend on Saturday we have our engagement party, I'll be sending over your invitation. I'm told that a photographer will be coming with you. But I will advise you, I have my own that will taking picutres as well.
Ugh. She sounded so businness like. It was as if she scheduled meetings and photo opts for her personal life all the time.
"Alright, that won't be a problem. I'll be looking forward to the invitation. Thank you so much."
"Thank you" she said gaily.
I hung up the phone and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could do this. The woman seemed like a nice enough person. A little annoying but maybe she was just happy.
Maybe Rosalie is right; chalk it up as a new experiance.