The Finish Line

Chapter 1 Confusion

A/N: I dont own any of the characters. Stephanie Meyer does. I just twist them and torment them to my desire. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 Confusion

All my life I ve been anxious to paint the town red, have my name in lights. I struggled but managed to get my self where i wanted to be. Funny tho, how one decision can change your perception of things. Here I am, Isabella Fucking Swan, top of all the charts with every single i put out, homes in Los Angeles, Miami, New York, London and even Spain. So why am I holed up in this tiny apartment in Seattle? Well its tiny on my standards but everyone else's its a fucking mansion. Sam Uley was my excuse for being here. A big time actor with multiple Box office hits under his belt of course the last one i co-starred with him. The lying manipulative prick. The last three years I just found out was all a lie. He had been cheating repeatedly on me with his co-stars our whole relationship. Of course i should have known when he never called me by my name just fucking misty. What am i his pet? seriously i worked hard to have people know my name. Anyways we had a huge public fight in a "Swanky" new restaurant where he admitted all the above . I just left him there with the bill and all and drove until i didnt feel like driving anymore. Thats how i ended up in Seattle.

I checked into a hotel under an alias, I know contradiction right? Wrong, Im heartbroken and in hiding so give me a fucking break. I needto get a new phone, mine mysteriously flew out the window after the fucker-who-shall-not -be named called for the 700th time. I found a phone store and picked out a hot pink number. Ha go figure.. I managed to call my manager Lance and let him know what the deal was before he called in Missing Persons or some crazy shit like that because belive me he would. I stopped at a store with window displays that looked like they fit my style and went inside.

“Yes Lance I want to sell it or something. I dont want to live there anymore..... No not beccause of him.....UGH whatever you want to do I dont honestly care......Yes im thinking of living here just dont spill it ok. I need somewhere I can go without getting attacked by camera flashes and the such all the time...... A little is fine yes but all the time it gets old. You're the closest thing to a friend I have so please just don't spill it ok I really need a break from Hollywood.....”

“Can I help you?”

“Lance I gotta go......Yes I need to buy some clothes. I mean I just moved here.....I just need to buy some things ok.”

“Well Im Alice. Lets see what we can do shall we.”

“All I ask is nothing to frilly or girlie. I have a hard ass image I have to protect.”

I swear the chick just rolled her eyes at me as she studied her fingernails.

“Well take a look around. If you wanted girlie I believe my store or my designs aren't for you.”

My chin hit the floor and I stared for a minute. All that attitude in such a small woman. I deadpanned as I picked my chin up off the floor “Are you my long lost sister?”

“Funny”

“Well Alice, Im Bella.” I picked up a deconstructed t-shirt off the nearest rack. “Wait I recognize this label. I refuse to wear anything other than Mad Rabbit when I perform.”

“Whoa hold on there don't need to know all the kinky details.”

“haha funny, Im Isabella Swan from the group Swan.”

“Wait, Swan, Swan,.....Oh hell now I know where I recognize that name. You're my biggest client. What happened to the whole line I just sent you a couple months ago?”

“Um in L.A. This wasnt planned you know.”

“What happened?”

Amazingly I told her everything that caused me to end up here. This store was everything I loved. Mad Rabbit was a clothing line that was all rock and roll inspired pieces with lots of punk inspiration, torn denim and leather, chains and other things it was edgy but also had a soft feminine feel to it at without being over the top. As I was shopping and trying on things that Alice threw at me it hit me that she said this was her line. Awesome. When I took a closer look at her it was obvious. The pierced eye brow and other parts of her face, the tats on her arm and the spikey hair. I gues I needed to get my head out of my ass and notice people more. Maybe that's why all my relationships fail.

As I swipped my credit card my phone beeped signalling a text message.

B- need to work on new material soon. What do I tell Jacob and Riley?- L

L- I'll let you know soon ok? _B

“Hey Alice, Do you know where I can find an Apartment that is for rent short term? I really don't know how long I want to stay so I need to find something.”

“I have an extra room.”

“Where?”

“Uptairs. I live up on the top floor and design on the other floors. Come on ill show you.”I followed her to an elevator hidden behind a mirror. Wondering who was watching the store. I was blown away.

“Who designed this? Its crazy beautiful.”

“Me and my mom. My brother built it.”

“How much would rent be?”

“Well considering you just bought my food and whatever else I could ever need for the next year. Nothing.”

“I have to refuse then. I couldnt not pay rent. At least let me pay for the cable and electric or something like that.”

“I guess you could then. We can work it out.”

“Are you always this trusting? I mean I could be a psycho or something?”

“But you're not so there. Plus I can use you as a personal manniquin.”

“WHAT??!! No way.”

“Do you want one of a kinds and original pieces or not? My brain has been in overdrive since you walked thru that door and even more so since I found out you were my biggest client. I always wanted to but was chicken shit I guess. So now since we are friends then I gues im going to forge on.”

I guess I could use a few female friends. I think I could trust Alice. She's not like all the barbies from L.A. “Shit I forgot that I just booked a hotel room for the week. I guess I could go check out.”

“Don't do that yet. Go ahead and stay for now. Let me and mom re-work the room and then surprise you in a week ok?”

“Um, ok, Ill just take a weeks worth of clothes for now then. I gotta go get some of the essentials first tho and hair dye. Hot pink hair dont make for blending in too easily.”

“Go here, she's great. She does my hair.” Alice handed me a card for Angela's Hair Oasis. Before I could even respond she was on the phone scheduling me an appointment. I followed her back down to the main floor and watched as a tall skinny blonde man walked out from behind the counter. Where the hell did he come from? He walked over and kissed Alice on the forehead.

“Jasper meet my new friend and roommate Bella. Bella meet my fiance Jasper.” All I can say is these two are exact polar opposites.

“Nice to meet you Bella, No worries ok we wont let anyone find you here.”

“How the hell do you know that? Why would you say that?” I stammered out. Incredible what was with this guy?

“Chill OK? You obviously need a break from your life. Smile,Honey, its ok.”

Long story short, I followed Alice to Angelas and back to my hotel where packages were waiting for me of clothes to last a while and all my essentials. We agreed to meet later in the week for dinner. My signature Hot pink locks were now back to the natural Chocolate color I was born with. I felt better but was still as jaded as hell. I curled into the bed and passed out. Hoping that the nightmares stayed away.