First jour At the Press Junket

This is my new fanfic.
I hope toi like it.
Please comment.
xxx



Edwards POV

I’d just turned seventeen, so my whole life now was about getting a wife. I didn’t want to get married, I was happy single. All the girls adore me which I’m sick of. What was wrong with all the other men in this town? “Edward get up” My mother called from downstairs. I got out and got dressed and went downstairs. “Do toi have any idea what time it is Edward?”

“Sorry father”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. We need to go find toi a wife”

“I don’t want a wife”

“I don’t care you’re having one”

“You...

from the rue bellow came the nighttime in a slummier part of seattle some musique with heavy brass a couple of people walking with nervous fast steps some drunk bum chant off key in the distance.

"you`re bree right?" diego asked "one of the nebies"
i didnt like that newbie. whatever. "yeah im bree but i didnt come in with the last group. im almost three months old"
"pretty slick for a three monther" he a dit " not many of us would of been able to leave the scene of the acsident like that " it was like a complitment like he was really inpressed.
"didnt want to mix it up with raouls freaks"
he...

`ill run the primeter with seth if i get to far for toi to hear my thoughts listern for my howl` jacob told me
"i will"
we went back inside eyes darting everywhere if anyone atacked we would know about it.
jacob was allready darting and sooner i Lost his thoughts. i walked back over to were bella was and she was looking worse then when i left her she looked a little plus hollow i dont care what rose did i needed to get that thing out of her and soon
"dont toi even think about it edward not evern when bella is asleep toi carnt get to m- i mean her baby" rose spat i didnt notice that i had allready...

3 months later...


"Come on." I whispered as i listened to Jacob's phone ring on the other end. "Pick up."
I whiped down the cuisine counters to give myself something to do. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."
"Hey it's Jake. Leave a message." His voicemail picked up.
I rolled my eyes. "Jake. What good does it do to have a phone if toi never answer. I could be dying!" I huffed and hung up.
I set the house phone back on the hook and went into our room. I made the lit and grabbed the dirty towels from our bathroom. I pick up Jake's jeans and his cell phone fell out of his back pocket. "Ugh." I groaned...