Unfortunately, I'm not Stephanie Meyer. If I was, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I'm also not infringing.
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Emmett, Edward and Jasper are the three core members of one of the hottest and best known boy bands of the decade. Almost every girl has heard of them, even if they don't like them, and few deny that the three brothers are almost inhumanly amazing.
Except for Bella. She hates Vampiric, hates the hype and the fan girl screaming. She hates the members, hates the posters, hates it all. Her uncle, Peter Southern, is a well renowned musical manager, and when he tells her of his plans to take Vampiric on, she's furious... that is, until she's invited to stay, and meets them - with their sexy single band member, Edward Cullen...
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Bella snorted, pushing the last of the magazines off of Angela's bed and sitting down. Glancing over, she saw that Angela was rolling her eyes in response to Bella's exasperation.
"Seriously, Bella? Do you not appreciate the beauty that is Emmett, Jasper and Edward Cullen?" She gestured to the poster above Bella's head, of three smiling, smirking brothers, in their late teens and all inhumanly perfect-looking.
Bella barely looked up. "The blond looks eccentric, the brawny one like he spends his life in the gym, and the other-" she glanced up again, her gaze meeting a pair of green eyes, and a smirking face that made Bella's lip curl in derision. "I've never liked gingers." She replied, snidely.
Angela gasped, probably mostly for effect, although her glare was certainly murderous. "Edward is not ginger. He is auburn."
An irritated looked flitted across Bella's face. "Auburn, whatever." It was true, the green-eyed boy was less ginger and more... copper, but Bella was not going to admit that to Angela. "You can tell that they're all photoshopped to hell and back, and their band name - Vampiric? How ridiculous can you get?"
Both girls sighed, simultaneously.
"Anyway. I didn't come over to argue with you about boy bands. How're you doing? What's up with Ben?"
Angela promptly blushed, dropping her gaze to hide her smile. "Oh, you know, nothing much." She paused briefly, then added, barely audibly, "He asked me to go to the cinema with him."
Bella's jaw dropped. "Nothing much? Ange, that's amazing! When? You said yes, of course? What're you going to see?"
Angela laughed. "One question at a time, Bells. Next Saturday, I think, of course I said yes, and he suggested this romantic comedy his sister had gone to see and liked."
Bella reached out to hug her smiling friend. "I'm so happy for you."
Grinning, Angela ducked her head. "I'm pretty happy for me, too." Sneakily, she added, mimicking the tone Bella had used when she'd asked her about Ben. "And you and Mike?"
Groaning, Bella flopped down onto the bed, lying on her back and draping an arm over her face. "He just doesn't get it! He tried asking me out on Friday, again. The moment I suggested a group outing, he lost interest."
Angela laughed. "Poor you. And you're not interested in anybody?"
Bella shook her head, sitting up. "You know the answer to that. Who really is there, at Forks High?" Catching Angela's eye, she added, "Besides Ben, of course."
Angela shrugged. "No one, I guess... I've heard Tyler's on the prowl, however."
Elbowing Angela, Bella laughed, and the conversation drifted onto other topics.
A few hours later, Bella stood up to leave, giving Angela a last hug.
"And you're sure you can't stay for tea?" Angela pleaded, giving Bella a hopeful look. "You know you're welcome to."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I really can't. We're having dinner with the Blacks, and Uncle Peter and Aunt Charlotte. We're celebrating him getting signed onto another band."
Angela's eyes widened. "You never mentioned this! Do you know who yet?"
Bella shook her head again. "Nope. He won't say - tonight's the grand unveiling." She rolled her eyes. "Jake reckons it'll be someone pretty big, though - the Russian Dolls were pretty famous when they broke up. He's been looking ever since, although they made him enough money to last him a lifetime."
Angela nodded. "Jake probably just hopes it'll be another hot girl band he can drool over... but I remember you saying you'd met Tanya Denali. I think I freaked... you lucky thing."
Bella laughed. "Yeah - she really was epic, too - really nice, and so unfairly beautiful. I could almost understand Jacob's drooling."
Angela laughed in agreement, and stood to accompany Bella to the door. "See you," she called, waving Bella off.
Peter Southern wasn't truly Bella's uncle, but her great uncle, the much-younger brother of her father's father. He was only about ten years her dad, Charlie's, senior, and had made quite a name for himself in the music world, having been the manager of the successful Russian trio, Russian Dolls. When one of their member, Irina, died in a car crash, the other two sisters decided they didn't want to continue the group and both went solo after taking a break from music making.
Peter had no real need for managing another group - as Bella had told Angela, the money he'd made from Russian Dolls would keep him going well into retirement - but he loved the music industry, and she knew he'd be excited about working with a new band.
The Blacks were good family friends, with Billy Black being one of her father's closest friends, and his son, Jacob, only a year younger than Jacob.
When she pulled up outside Peter's house, she recognised Peter and his wife Charlotte's red Bentley, and Charlie's police cruiser. She grinned, hopping out of her truck, and hurried inside.
Jacob greeted her with his customary hug and a smile. He was wearing his long hair down for once, rather than tied back with an elastic, and it fell in his eyes as they grinned at each other.
"Hey, Jake," Bella greeted him enthusiastically, pulling the door shut behind her. "How're you doing?"
Jacob took her coat and steadied her as she kicked off her shoes. "I'm good - looking forward to the end of term, but who isn't? And you? You look good."
Bella brushed off his compliment, shaking her head. "Tired, as usual. School sets crazy amounts of work. Who gave you the lift here?" Jake, at sixteen, couldn't drive yet, and his father was in a wheelchair.
"Peter, of course. They stopped in on the way here." His voice dropped conspiratorially as they made their way deeper into the house, both familiar with the layout, heading to the lounge. "He seems pretty excited... do you have any idea who he's managing?" Jacob looked up at her hopefully.
Bella shook her head, chuckling. "Nope. He hasn't breathed a word."
They entered the lounge, crowded with the two families, and Peter and Charlotte rose from their seats to greet Bella.
Greetings were exchanged, and once Jacob had resettled and Bella had got a drink and a seat, Peter stood, the tiny Charlotte beaming and holding onto his hand.
"Okay, okay," he called, quieting the already dwindling chatter. "You've waited long enough."
Jacob leant over to Bella, whispering in her ear. His hair tickled her cheek. She shivered, and then concentrated on what he was saying. "He had this long speech prepared - Charlotte told him he couldn't say it all."
Bella laughed under her breath. Peter liked his drama, and it was just like the tiny, but domineering, Charlotte to hold him back.
"The band I have the honour of managing is -"
There was a pause, during which Jacob began drumming softly on his leg, creating a drumroll.
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