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You Don't Know The Half Of It

Summary:
He would've helped. He really, honestly would've. How was The Famous Edward Cullen supposed to know that his high school girlfriend had given birth to his daughter? How was he supposed to know that his ex-girlfriends brother, who was also her best friend, got in a car accident and the hospital wasnt child friendly? How was he supposed to know that his six year old daughter had to stay with him until her uncle recovered? And how was Emmett supposed to know what stupid was a mean word? AN: A little OOC. Oh, who am I kidding? Bella and Edward are so out of character, its not even funny! Well, I hope its funny. But still. You get what I'm saying. Oh, and banner courtesy of lunamoon!


Notes:
This is kind of based off the Game Plan. I watched it with my brother and liked the idea of it so I made it a story. Some of the stuff in her is straight out of the movie, but most of the stuff is mine!


2. Meeting Lila

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It was Monday. Some people hate Monday's, but I find them incredibly fun. Monday's were my day rehearsal days. It was the day of the week I got to immerse myself in what I did best. Sing.Rehearsal was at one. I woke up around twelve thirty. Time for a quick shower and some breakfast for most.

But I had to look amazing.

Cameras roamed everywhere. I needed at least an hour, to make myself look like I didn't just roll out of bed. I was running all over the apartment, half dressed. My shirt was unbuttoned and wide open. My black jeans were on and secure, and I had shoes on. My hair was a mess and I hadn't any time to shower. I was eating a bowl of Apple Jacks when the door man called up.

"Hey, John, what's up?" I asked, slurping my milk.

"There's a cute young lady here to see you." He announced, seeming a little amused. This sparked my attention. Who cares if I'm a few minutes late to rehearse?

"Send her up, John." I told him as I snapped my phone shut. I didn't bother buttoning my shirt. Ladies liked seeing my abs.

A few minutes after the call, my doorbell buzzed. I was quick to answer it, but not too quick. You're not that desperate, Edward. I opened the door wide and looked around. Not a soul. Strange.

Just as I was closing the door a small voice rang out from below.I looked down and my eyes widened a little. There was a small girl, probably five or six standing there. She had bronze hair, a lot like mine. Her hair was pin straight and fell to her shoulders. She had green eyes that also resembled mine greatly. She was pale and small, looking cross that I almost shut the door on her.

I didn't have time for this.

"Sorry, kid, I don't do girl scout cookies." I told her, shutting the door.

As I walked away, the door buzzed again. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, as I opened the door again.

"You shut the door on me." She growled in a cute little baby voice. Wait, whoa! Did I just say cute little baby voice?

"Yeah, I did. Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying it." I hissed, trying to shut the door again. She stopped it with her foot. I still could've shut it, but I didn't want to crush her feet.

"I'm not selling anything." She told me, hugging a small teddy bear. Something caught her eye behind me. "Oooo, a doggy!"

She ran in my apartment, and fawned over Spike. She was petting him when I pulled her up by her arm.

"Hey, kid, I don't have time for this. And didn't your mommy ever tell you not to run into stranger's houses like that? There are a lot of freaks out there." I growled.

"Oh, please," She rolled her eyes. "You can spare a little time. And my mommy told me not to talk to weirdo's. You're not a weirdo."

"How do you know that?" I challenged. "Who are you here with anyway?"

"My daddy." She answered.

"Well, go find your daddy and leave me alone." I ordered. "I bet he's looking for you."

"He's not looking for me. He's looking at me." She said.

"What?" I asked, annoyed. I wanted this kid out of my apartment.

"Hi, I'm Lila." She introduced herself.

"Who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" I asked, astonished. "I'm Edward Cullen."

She wrinkled her nose like a bunny. That looked familiar. "Really? My mommy said he's a jerkface."

"Who's your mommy?" I demanded.

"My mommy's name is Bella. Bella Swan." She chirped.I froze. Bella Swan? Bella, my Bella, was this little girls mother? Bella moved on, I thought sadly. Hey, wait. I'm a jerkface?

"Why are you here?" I asked in monotone.

"My mommy sent me here. My uncle Jacky is in the hospital. He was in a car crash. He got all broken. The hospital is in Florida and there no kids allowed. Mommy doesn't have friends. She had no where else to put me." She explained.What was she talking about? Well, I beleived the no friends thing. Bella was perpetually annoyed with people in general.

"But why did she send you here?" I demanded, pacing around the living room.

"Because. Mommy said it was a good a time as any to meet my daddy."