I own no rights to Twilight. All honors go to the amazing Stephenie Meyer. If I did own Twilight, well, I don't know what I'd do. Anyway, on with the fic!
"Edward." I heard Carlisle call me from the downstairs dining room.
"You got some mail," said Esme, handing me a manila envelope.
I open the envelope and inside is a letter that says:
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Isabella Swan and Mr. Jacob Black at 7:30 p.m. on August 14 in St. Andrews Parish,
"I'm not going!" I fume. I could feel the anger coursing through my veins and my heart starts to race- or it would, if it could.
"Edward, it's not like this was an easy choice for Bella to make." said Alice, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrug her off.
"But why did choose that..that..mutt?" I spit out the word as if it were poison, slamming my fists on the table; nearly cracking it in half.
Esme rolled her eyes. " Edward that's the fifth table this week. We can't keep buying dining room tables, Edward."
"Not to mention the 70 inch plasma TV he broke yesterday." Emmett called from the other room.
"Shut up Emmett, or I'll tell Rose what you broke yesterday." I called back.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Try me."
Rosalie walked into the dining room.
"What exactly did he break, Edward?" Rose paused. "Wait a minute, I was wondering what happened to my antique mirror. EMMETT!!!! What did I tell you about playing football in the house?"
Esme sighed. "I thought that was my line."
"EMMETT!!! I'm going to kill you and then bring you back to clean up the mess!!" screamed Rosalie.
"Um, maybe I should go after them." Carlisle said, chasing Emmett and Rosalie
"Well this should get interesting" chimed Jasper "my bets on Rose , are you coming to watch Alice?"
"There's no point Jasper you know that Rosalie is going to win."
"You psychics ruin all the fun" muttered Jasper under his breath.
Alice sticks her tongue at Jasper.
"Oh, very mature Alice" chuckles Jasper giving her a peck on the cheek
"YOU THAT CORNER YOU THAT CORNER ROUNDS OVER!" I can hear Carlisle screaming upstairs
" This is just great the love of my life is getting married to a werewolf and no one seems to care, what in my mortal life did I do to deserve this." I bury my face in my hands and hear a loud bang coming from Rosalie and Emmett's room .
"Oh great not again."
