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DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS! I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

Full Summary:

Bella is a singer/songwriter with a troubled and broken past trying to make a new life in NYC. Edward is your typical arrogant big-shot actor. They meet and clash (I know, very cliché) Edward can't get Bella out of his mind and tries to figure out her past. It's about finding, losing and trying to hold onto love all while dealing with being in the spotlight, and trying to keep your personal business personal. Jake's a rapper, which I think is pretty sweet. Canon Couples AH OOC

BPOV

A soft knock on my door was all that it took to wake me from my stiff, dreamless, slumber. I don't dream anymore. But if I do it's usually a gory nightmare, replaying the accident over and over again. So I've trained myself not to dream anymore. You may think that it is impossible to teach yourself not to dream, but I have my ways.

Rosalie peeked her head into my room, interrupting my train of thought, "Morning Bells, great job last night. Speaking of last night, Emmett and I were wondering if you would do a repeat performance tonight and every Thursday night from now on. We got some rave reviews." She showed herself fully in my room, dressed in her usual pair of dark skinny jeans and casual-yet-dressy top.

"Thanks. Really? I'd love too! I mean if that's what you really want!" I gave her a genuine smile, one that she returned.

"Yes of course that's what we want, you did amazingly well, looks like you've finally gotten rid of that stage fright."

"I guess so but the crowd was amazing so I decided they deserved a good show. But it was getting crazy though, we might have to beef up on security, the place keeps getting more and more popular by the night."

"That's what I told Emmett but he thinks our single, lonely bouncer can get the job done." She giggled at the thought of her over-sized bear-like husband. "Anyways, we need to get going. I'll meet you down stairs okay?"

I nodded and watched as she left. I realized that I was still in bed and had a half an hour to get ready.

I got out quickly and ran off to my small bathroom. I turned on the hot water and jumped in quickly because the hot water last about as long as a virgin screwing a porn star. I squeezed the last drop of strawberry shampoo out of its bottle and made a mental note to drop by the store and pick up some more. I washed my face with a bar of dove soap, washing away the remnants of last night's make-up that was still left on my face.

After I got out of the shower I rushed to get ready. That entails of course ripping my scalp off by brush, stabbing myself in the eye with my stick of eyeliner and accidentally smearing the mascara, which transferred from the tube to my finger, all over my cheek. And because of that I had to practically rub my skin raw with a washrag to get it off.

I shuffled through my tiny closet and threw on a pair of second hand jeans that were a bit too short for my overly long legs, but fit me perfectly other than that. After I put them on in a rush I plucked out a plain charcoal shirt and my favorite pair of worn out Chucks.

I shoved my piece-of-shit cell phone into my back pocket and practically flew down the stairs to the bar.

Once I got down to the bottom of the stairs I folded up the simple wooden stairs case and let it rise to the ceiling. I love those handy pull-down staircases. It was practically invisible, only Rose, Em and I knew where it was. And that came in handy when a guy at the bar took a liking to me and I needed a quick escape.

The place was still a wreck from last night's crowd, beer bottles and shot glasses were strewn about and barstools were tipped over along with a few tables. Nothing worse than the usual damage. Emmett popped up from behind the bar and waved enthusiastically at me. He was cleaning a few of the beer mugs off with a dirty dishrag, which kind of defeats the purpose doesn't it?

"Hey Bellsie, what's happenin?"

"Hey Emmy, nothing. Do you need help with that?" I motioned to the messy bar and walked towards it when Emmett nodded his head yes.

I picked up a few of the left behind glasses and mugs and hauled them downstairs to the large dishwasher. I pushed a few buttons and added in some detergent and went back up to the main floor to help out some more.

When I got back Rosalie had put the stools and tables back into their intended position and was now wiping them down, she tossed me a rag and told Emmett to turn on the radio.

As soon as Emmett recognizes the song he started jumping up and down like a two-year-old, "This is my jam! Hell yeah!"

Then of course he starts belting out the lyrics, completely off pitch and overpowering the sweet voices of the Jonas Brothers.

"I'm hot, you're cold
You go around like you know
Who I am, but you don't
You've got me on my toes"

He jumped up on the bar and held his fist up to his mouth like a microphone and started dancing off beat.


"I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
C'mon girl"

He pulled Rosalie up onto the bar and started dancing with her, or at least attempting to. He threw the rag around her neck and gently pulled her towards him.


"I fell so fast
Can't hold myself back
High heels, red dress
All by yourself, gotta catch my breath

I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby

Walk in the room all I can see is you
Oh, you're starin' me down I know you feel it too

I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby

Slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby"

He got ready for the rap section of the song and made his loose jeans sag a bit more than normal, he pumped his fist in the air and started jumping up and down.

"Yo, we're burnin' up in this place tonight
Your Brothers sing it loud and we're feelin' right
Get up and dance, don't try and fight it
Big Rob is for real and that's no lie

Stop, drop and roll and touch your toes
It keeps on burnin' up, more and more
I got JB with me playin' it down
Come on boys, let's bring the chorus around

I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
Burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby"

Rosalie and I attempted to clap but we were laughing too hard to even breathe. Emmett started bowing and thanking his imaginary audience. He jumped off and landed gracefully on his feet.

After Emmett's fabulous performance we kept cleaning and after 15 or so minutes the whole place was as good as new.

We were all chilling out on the second floor on one of the big red couches when we heard someone calling out, "Bells? You here?"

I would recognize that husky voice anywhere, just what he was doing here at Rem, I have no idea. "Jake? Is that you?" I was already half way down the stairs when Jake came into view. He still had some of his baby fat in his cheeks but they had obviously thinned out a bit in the last year.

He was huge! Freakishly tall almost what looked like 6'7, his muscles had matured and were now ripping through his shirt like fucking Superman. His long black hair had been cropped off into a stylish messy short shag. But the one thing that hasn't change, and that I was most thankful for, was his boyish grin that was only reserved for me.

I ran full speed into a super sized hug. He gripped me tightly and lifted me off my feet and spun me like I was the little kid. After a few minutes of our embrace he let me down and took a good look at me. "Bella you look great!"

"Like I have room to talk Jake, you look amazing! When the hell did you get so goddamn tall, I mean you're a fucking giant!"

"Where the hell did you get that mouth? And I may have grown… a little." He laughed jokingly and kept on smiling at me like he had just won the lottery. "What do you say we go out to lunch and catch up over some Italian food, your favorite. My treat."

"No, I don't think so, we're going Dutch on this way. And I have to ask Rose and Em if I can. I am technically working ya know."

Rose called down, apparently she was eavesdropping, and told me not to worry and to have a good time with Jake.

I told him to hold on and I ran back up to my little apartment and grabbed my leather jacket, Ray Bans and purse (that I never used) and went back downstairs to meet my best friend.

Jake and I went back to our friendly argument over who's paying. "Bella I am betting you have four dollars and a piece of gum in the purse of yours, I am paying. Get over it little girl!"

I looked through my messenger bag purse thing and saw that in fact I had four dollars but… "Actually I have two pieces of gum!" I stuck my tongue out at him childishly and he just laughed at me and reached into my purse and grabbed a piece of my Orbit.

"Now you have one, so I win!"

I huffed followed him out the door walking beside him in the chilly New York air, wishing that I could go back to Arizona where it is actually warm this time of year.

I looped my arm into Jake's and I scooted closer to him to keep myself warm. He took his arm out from mine and wrapped it around his shoulders and rubbed my arm to create friction and heat, it was a good attempt but it didn't work that well. He kissed the top of my head and shoved me into his side as we kept walking.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a camera flash, them another and all of a sudden a whole other round of cameras were going off. I looked around a quickly found about 6 or 7 paparazzi coming out of their sneaky hiding places. Jake leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Unless you want to be known as my mystery woman hide your face and separate from me."

I quickly did as he said and soon enough I was staring at my feet and about a foot away from Jake. The photographers finally got their fill of Jake and dispersed, but then something even worse happened. Two words. Fan. Girls.

I swear it was an organized stalker group that was dedicated to following his every move but Jake just insists it was a random mob of girls who saw the cameras and went to investigate. I was so sick and tired of hearing 'Oh Jakie! You're so cute!' or "Can I please have you're autograph! You're my favorite rapper ever' or my personal favorite, 'You are like totally so sexy! Ohmigod! Will you please marry me'. If I had to listen to another teenage girl profess her love for my best friend again I will have to stab someone in the neck with a knife. Literally.

When the crowd had disappeared and there were no reporters or cameras insight we resumed our original position and kept on walking to our destination a few blocks away.

I thought back to Jake's comment about being seen as his mystery woman. I guess if you did see me and Jake walking together we would look like a serious couple just because we were always so comfortable with each other. If he grabbed my hand or put his arm around my waist I wouldn't think anything of it because that's just how we are. When he kisses my cheek or pulls me into him, it's not a romantic gesture it's one of comfort, because that's how we calm each other, by being close and touching, it's like his touch has a power over me, it makes me whole again and makes me feels like everything's okay, like nothing bad has ever happened. That's why he's my best friend. And I have him to thank for my sanity and freedom. And my life.

We arrived at the small Italian café and sat down in the back corner in a dimly lit booth, hoping that no one would recognize him. But since the waitress fucking flipped shit when she saw him all hope was lost.

"Oh my gosh! Your Jacob Black! I am in love with you and your music!" She jumped up and down and provided more praise and compliments which he accepted like the pro he was finally after about 10 to 20 minutes she settled down enough to take our damn drink orders. She of course turned to Jake first, "Well, Jakie, can I get you something to drink?"

"Coke will be fine."

She looked at me with disgust and gave me fucking attitude, "And what for you, whoever you are?"

"Coke. And a new waitress please and thank you." I rolled my eyes and she gaped at me and scurried off.

Jake gave me a disapproving look, "Bells that wasn't nice, she didn't mean anything by it."

"Yeah whatever, but she called you Jakie. You hate that name, you beat the shit out of Eric Yorkie for calling you it."

He just shrugged, "My fans love it so I love it. I just ignore it, it's not like I can beat up an innocent fan for calling me Jakie."

I nodded and searched through my menu for something that looked good, which everything on the whole damn menu did so it was a difficult decision.

The waitress-yes the same one- came back with our drink orders and asked for our main dish orders.

I went first this time but she still gave me dirty looks, "Mushroom ravioli please." I smiled sweetly but there was venom clearly in my voice.

Jake ordered a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs, the boy could eat.

"So Bella how are you and Mike?"

Mike had been my boyfriend of about nine months, we met at McDonald's, romantic right? I spilled my Coke all over him. He was kind of annoying and clingy but he was a good guy who hadn't been in jail, was currently employed, drug free, didn't live with his mom, and didn't have a strange obsession with Hannah Montana like the other guys I had met in New York so I gave him a shot.

"We broke up like two days ago. He said that I too depressed all the time and didn't like being around me anymore. Whatever." I was more relieved than sad when he texted me-yes he actually texted me because he didn't have enough balls to call or-God forbid-visit me in person- and told me we needed to break up.

"He broke up with you? What is he mentally unstable? Plus, if he went through what you went through then he'd be depressed too, you're the fucking strongest person I know!" I gave him a look that told him to stop talking about, he threw me an apologetic look. He thought for a second and got an evil glint in his eye, "Give me ol' Mikey boy's number really quick."

"Jake! No! Absolutely not."

"Bellsie, please. I just want to wish him luck without a wonderful woman in his life." He batted his eyelashes and gave me the puppy look, so I gave in and gave it to him.

He dialed the number and waited for Mike to pick up.

I couldn't hear what Mike was saying but Jake spoke up in an utterly fucked up, creeper voice, "You will die in seven days." Was all he said and then he hung up and smiled at me with the most satisfied look on his face.

"Jake what the hell was that?"

"His punishment, I'll bet he's shitting his pants right about now."

The waitress came back to deliver our food and attempt to eye-fuck Jake but he just smiled politely and asked for two new cokes.

"So Jake, what made you decide to move back to good ol' New York?"

"Well I switched my recording contract over to Def Jam and they're located here in NYC, so here I am. And I think it will be permanent this time. I've already got a new song recorded and ready to put out there. It's different than what most people are used to, so I am kind of nervous. But it's more me than anything so it is what it is right?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to hear it though, do I get a sneak peek?"

"Patient young one." He slurped his coke through his straw as he laughed at me. "What have you been up to? Still writing and playing?"

"Yeah I'm still doing all of that, but my piano playing is becoming a little rusty since I had to sell it a while back, thank god I still have my Gibson acoustic and electric, I couldn't bring myself to sell those. I would die without them! Thanks for the electric by the way, it was extremely sneaky how you delivered it and made sure I couldn't take it back. It was way too much and I wont ever let you forget that."

"Alright, alright, when you become famous I will let you pay me back because one of these days you will be richer than me."

"I doubt that, I'm not all that great. I mean sure I can play a few instruments and right down lyric vomit and carry a tune, but there are a million other girls who can do that. I am not all that special."

"Whatever Bells, anything else special happen while I was gone, I can tell you are keeping something from me."

"You're good. You know you are too close to someone when they know when you're keeping something from them."

He was on the edge of his seat, slurping up a spaghetti noodle, "What! Come on you have to tell me!"

"I performed last night at Rem. And well, I got a pretty kick ass response from the crowd and I am doing another performance tonight… and every Thursday night from now on."

He practically leapt over the table to pull me into one of his signature bear hugs that I had missed so much over the past year.

"Bella that's amazing! I'm coming! I can't wait to see you in action, in front of a crowd I mean. But I have an even better idea, and it could help us both out.'

That peeked my curiosity a bit, "What did you have in mind?"

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Songs in this chapter- Burnin' Up by the Jonas Brothers.

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Devyn