A/N: Just read and review, please and thank you. That's all I really have to say. I don't wanna spoil anythingggg.

Have a ball.

"Hey, Jake!" Billy yelled as he rolled back inside. "You've got mail."

"Cool. What is it?" I asked.

"Wedding invite, I think," he answered.

I quickly grabbed the envelope out of his hand and ran into my bedroom. I ripped off an end and pulled out an off-white piece of paper.

It read:

Jacob Black,

You have been coordinally invited to the wedding of Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen.

I stopped right there and picked back up the envelope. I squeezed the sides. Another piece of paper fell out. This one was just regular lined 3-hole paper.

That read:

Dear Jacob,

I know this must feel very uncomfortable for you. I just wanted to say thanks for letting me have her. It really means a lot. By the way, if this would have been you're wedding, I would've wanted to have the choice.

Sincerely,

Edward Cullen

I noticed that the handwriting on the invite and the letter was the same. They were both written by Edward. No wonder why the invitation was so fancy. Bella would never use words like "coordinally" for something, or even anything.

After thinking about the letter for a while, I took back the invite and read the rest. It was mostly saying the dates, times, places, phone numbers for RSVP's, and how they'd "love to have me there". I was almost about to rip them up and throw them away, but instead, I hung them on the wall with a piece of tape.

"Who's wedding was it?" Billy asked. He's always so nosy.

"Bella's," I mumbled.

"Who's she marrying? That Cullen boy?" he asked.

"Unfortunately...," I said under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I said.

Billy rolled his eyes. "O...kay. Well, are you going to go, I mean, to the wedding?" he wondered.

"I'm not sure yet." I frowned. I, honestly, wasn't sure if I wanted to go. It's bad enough getting a personal letter from Edward, let alone finding out that she's going to get married to that bloodsucker.

"That's okay. I bet you have some time to think. When is it?"

"In just a couple weeks." I frowned again. That meant I was going to have to think hard in a small amount of time.

"All right. When you make up your mind, come tell me. I'll give you some money to go buy a nice tux. You'd wanna look good for your best friend's wedding..." His sentence trailed off. He rolled over some papers and dirty clothes on my floor, then out the door.

Best friend? I thought she was, or at least would be, my girlfriend. Not his. I'm not even sure if he cares about her! Obviously, she doesn't care or just doesn't notice that two seconds after he's cuddling her, he could start nibbling on her neck, I thought to myself.

"Ughhhhh!" I yelled out loud. "Doesn't she get it? They're just using her," I whispered.

I half-ran out of the house and walked toward the beach. I sat underneath our tree. Mine and Bella's. One thing that was not Edward's. He had her house, her dad (even though I know he likes, and always will like me better), her everything. I had all that when he just randomly left her. He dosen't even know what that did to her. How she just fell apart.

I got back up quickly to get the stupid thoughts out of my head. I knew I couldn't change her mind. I knew that she loved him. I know that she loves him. I just have a hard time actually accepting that. I wondered if I could talk to one of my friends about it all. I haven't phased in a while now, so the rest of the pack doesn't know anything yet. Maybe I'll go to Quil. He's usually the good listener. Also, he won't be distracted by trying to protect Bella or Edward's family anymore, since that Victoria or whoever is gone now.

I ran to the garage, stepped in the Rabbit and drove off. I turned the music up loud. I reached up for the "Tune" knob to change the station. 93.3. My favorite station. It's just all rock 'n roll, hardcore, and stuff like that. I love it.

Anyways, I got to Quil's house in about 10 minutes. I saw a head peek out the curtains on the front window. Quil. Either that or his mom, but she isn't like that. Quil's been kind of paranoid ever since Victoria died, or more like murdered. He was still thinking that she wasn't all the way dead, or something like that. I don't see why. But, he checked the windows whenever he heard someone pull into the driveway.

Quil met me outside on the front porch. He closed the door quietly and sat down on the swing sitting there. He motioned me to sit down next to him.

"What's going on?" he asked thoughtfully. I knew I could spill everything on my mind to him. Great listener, he was.

"Well, just this morning, I got a letter," I started.

"What kind of letter?"

"Wedding invite. And a letter," I said.

"Ohh. From..?" he asked.

"...Bella."

"She's getting married?" The question could've been packed with anger or confusion, in a very loud tone, but instead, Quil asked it very calmly.

"Yeah. To that filthy bloodsucker." I was so angry my hands started to shake. I could've phased right then and there. Quil gently grabbed my wrist and put his arm around my shoulders to calm me down.

"All right. Who was the letter from?" he asked.

"Edward." I clenched my teeth while saying the name.

"It said..?"

"It was all about how it must be uncomfortable for me to read it, and about if I would've been me getting married to Bella, he'd rather have the choice of going or not," I told him.

"Oh. Are you going?"

"Not sure. That's half the reason why I came here. Any advice? Or if I should go? Anything?"

"Um. Well, for the going part, that's definetely your decision. I can't make that one for you. For the advice about going or not, I'm just saying, but if you really like Bella, and want to be really good friends with her still, even if she's married to him, you might want to really think about going. She wants you there, I just know it. Weren't you friends before Edward came into the picture?" Quil asked.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess. I'm even the one who told her all the scary stories about his family, and she didn't flinch or anything. She must not've gotten what I was saying."

"Oh, right. Well, think really hard. 'Cause if she likes you enough, at least as a really good friend, then you should probably go. Do you know who's writing it was on the envelope?"

"Well, I don't think it was very fancy, like the invite or the letter. But I'll check and call you or something. Or tell you at school tomorrow," I answered.

"Okay. See you later," he said.

"Yeah. By the way, thanks for letting me vent. I really needed it," I thanked him.

"No problem. "

I waved, then walked back to the Rabbit. I turned the music back up loud. Surprisingly, I could hear perfectly good when I have my music up loud. It makes me concentrate even more, I guess. Having the music be really quiet just makes me anxious or something. Makes me want to turn it up. Like, when I drive with Billy. He always makes me turn it down low so I can hear trains or cars behind me and stuff like that. I just think it's boring. I always think driving is about having fun while still getting where you're going. Billy thinks it's so serious.

When I got back home, I parked my car back in the garage. Billy was just leaving, so I was pretty happy. I think he was going over to hang out with Charlie today. Good. I had time to call Bella and talk to her, one-on-one, without Edward there, telling her what to say. Even though I knew he was probably gonna be there anyways. He alwayas is.

I picked up the phone and sat on the couch. I dialed Bella's phone number. I knew it by heart.

"Five-five-five, two-six-oh-one," I said slowly with my fingers hitting the same numbers on the keypad.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Hello?" a male voice asked.

"Hi. Is Bella there?" I asked.

"Yes, just a second." He paused. "Here she is."

"Hello?" Bella asked.

"Hi. This is Jacob," I said.

"Oh! Hi, Jake! I haven't talked to you in ages, it seems like!" she screamed.

"Yeah, I know."

"Did you get the invite I sent you?" she asked.

"Yes. I did. It was really...nice." I was going to say something better than 'nice', but I couldn't find the right word.

"Ohh. Yeah, Edward wrote everything. He has much nicer handwriting than me. That's probably why it was so fancy...," she explained.

"Yeah. I guessed that. Um, is it formal, or not so formal?" I asked.

"You're going?!" she yelled.

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure yet. Is Edward there?"

"Yeah. Wanna talk to him?" she said.

"Yes. I need to...ask him something," I explained.

"Sure, no problem."

"Hello?" Edward said.

I inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "Hi, it's Jacob. "

"Hi. What do you want to ask?"

"Um, well, first, about the letter," I said.

"You got it?"

"Yeah. Would you go to the wedding if it really would've been me and Bella?" I blurted out.

"Probably. I mean, she's your friend, right?" he wondered.

"'Course."

"So...she wants you there. Even though you're not my favorite person in the world, I'd rather have her happy than anything else in the world. If she wants you there, at her wedding, then you should definetely think about going. And, because, if this all would've been flipped, and Bella was my best friend, I'd probably want to be there for her big day," he said.

"Yeah. That's just what Quil said," I murmered.

"Quil? Your paranoid friend?" he asked.

"Well, sort of. And he's only paranoid because of that killer bloodsucker," I told Edward.

He sighed. "Yeah. Is that all you wanted to ask?"

"No, I wanted to know...what to wear. Not that I'm going or not, but I'd still like to know, you know, if I decide to go..."

"Right, well, it's not too formal, I suppose. But, it would be nice if you wore a tux or a nice shirt and dress pants. Something...appropriate," he said.

"Okay," I agreed. "Well, let me say goodbye to Bella."

"Kay. Bye."

"Bye." He gave the phone back to Bella. "Um, I just wanted to say bye. I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay. Bye, Jake."

Dial tone.

Phew. At least I got to talk to her before she was married. That's just not a thing I really want to think about, I thought. She's just so clueless at exactly how powerful he can be. Him and his whole family, and all their little vampire friends. OHH! I almost forgot! I have to call Quil. I need to tell him who wrote the invite.

This time, I dialed Quil's number. His and Bella's were two that I knew by heart.

"Five-five-five, seven-three-one-oh," I said out loud again.

"Hey, Jake," Quil answered. He has called ID.

"Bella wrote the envelope out to me, not Edward," I told him.

"Great. That probably means that she does want you there. That Edward isn't just inviting you because he thinks Bella wants you there," he exclaimed.

"Yes!" I yelled. "I'm going," I decided.

"You are?"

"Yeah. If she wants me there...But, anyways, I have to go talk to Billy. I need a 'nice' tux. At least, that's what Edward said."

"Ohh. Is Billy taking you tux shopping? Wow, that sounded really weird," he said.

"I think. Well, I gotta go. I'm gonna go over to Charlie's and talk to Billy. Bye," I said.

"See ya."

Another dial tone.

I walked back outside to my car. Got in, drove off. I was singing really loud while driving, which Billy says isn't so safe. I was also head-banging to this one song. I couldn't remember the name.

"...And we could leave this town and run foreverrrrr," I sang. Other people that were driving past me stared and shook their heads. I just laughed. When I got to Charlie's, I stayed inside the car for just a little bit, because my song wasn't all the way over yet. Charlie looked out the window, not because he was paranoid (hopefully), but probably because my music was so loud, that my car was shaking, and he could maybe hear it in the house.

My song ended. I walked up toward the door. I was going to ring the doorbell, or knock, but Charlie grabbed the knob and pulled the door open before I got the chance to ring anything.

"Aw, man! I wanted to ring the doorbell!" I complained.

"Sorry?" Charlie said. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm just fine." I waved my hand and barged right past him.

"Okay. What do you need?" he asked.

"I need to talk to my dad," I told him. I went to sit in the chair next to Billy's wheelchair. "Hiya."

"Hi. What is it?" he asked.

"I wanna go to the wedding," I decided. "I need a tux."

"You're going?" Charlie butted in.

"Yeah. Bella talked me into it," I explained.

"That was you on the phone?" I made a face.

He made one right back. "Yeah..?"

I mumbled under my breath, "Man, I coulda sworn that was Edward."

"Anyways," Billy said. "When you want to go tux shopping?"

I thought for a minute. "Well, I dunno. Anytime, I guess."

"All right. How 'bout...Saturday? Or do you have something going on?" he suggested.

"Not that I know of. So, sure."

"Great."

I ran into Billy's bedroom at 10:00 this morning.

"It's Saturdayyyyyyyy!" I yelled in a sing-songy voice.

"Huh?"

"Saturday. Tux shopping!" I screamed right in his ear.

"It's today?" he asked, sounding confused.

"Yeahhhh!" I yelled again.

"It's ten," he informed me.

"I know."

"So...? Are we going now?" he asked.

"No, silly. You have to shower and dress first. Then we'll go." I smiled. I had no idea why I was so excited for shopping. It's usually boring, when I go with girls, or Billy. But this is for me. So I was pretty pumped.

"Fine," Billy said grumpily.

10 or 15 minutes later, he was done getting ready and had eaten. I already was done getting ready. I started dancing in the kitchen when Billy walked out of his bedroom.

"What...are you doing?" he asked.

"Heh. Dancing?" I said.

"Yeah. Let's just get this over with." He said.

"Okay!" I screamed, and ran out to the car. I hopped in the passenger seat and waited for Billy. He eventually got there and got in. We drove into the city and got to a tuxedo shop. "Yayyyy!"

"What are you so happy about?" Billy asked.

"It's Bella's wedding. Like Quil AND Edward said, it's my best friend's wedding. I should be happy to go, and should look nice. But just a sec, I have to ask Edward a question," I explained to him my sudden, but also loud, outbursts. I called Edward's cell phone. Bella gave me his number just in case I had questions. This was the 1st time I've ever called just to talk to him.

"Hello?"

I exhaled heavily before speaking. "Hi. It's Jacob. I have another question about what to wear for the wedding," I said.

"Oh, right. Well, what do you want to know?" he asked.

"Color. I know it's a regular black tux, but like, tie and shirt color. Just to make sure."

"It's all pale green. All the bridesmades have pale green dresses and white flowers, and all the groomsmen have green ties and white shirts. Black shoes will work fine, also." he explained.

"All right. Do you have all your groomsmen picked?" I curiously asked.

"Not all of them. I still need one more. I have Jasper and Emmett, but I just need one more."

"You guys are only having three? Which one is your best man?" I asked.

"Jasper."

"Who are Bella's bridedsmades? And maid of honor?" I asked yet again.

"Bridesmades: Alice and Angela. Maid of honor: Jessica," he said. Then added, "Go figure."

I chuckled. "Right. Well, why don't you have...Mike for you're other groomsmen?" I suggested.

"...No." he said.

"Okay."

"Well, I was actually wondering if, perhaps, you would like to be my other groomsman?" he asked.

My jaw dropped. "M-m-me?!" I yelled, feeling very shocked.

"Um, yes?" he answered.

"Why? You know and like more people than me. I really thought you hated me...," I told him.

"Well, actually, I kind of do. Not necesarilly hate you, but dislike," Edward explained.

I made a face that he couldn't see. "Yeah. Uh, why?" I repeated.

"First of all, I need a groomsman. Second of all, you're Bella's friend. I think you should be in the wedding, even though we have our differences." said Edward.

"Okay. I guess I will," I decided.

"Excellent. I'll tell Bella that you've made up your mind."

"You knew I was gonna say yes?"

"No, but I assumed you would. Thanks again. Buh-bye."

"Bye," I whispered, then noticed that he'd already hung up. "All right. Pale green tie. White shirt. Regular black tux. Black shoes." I shouted across the room to Billy, who was looking at collared shirts. "Didja hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get going, so we can get done faster," he smirked.

"Fine. But let's make sure I look good, okay? I'm a groomsman." I grinned widely and put my hands on my hips like I was a superhero. I felt so special that Edward, the bloodsucker that hated me, wanted me of all people to be his last groomsman. He even had a lot of other people to choose from. He could of even had a girl. Like Rosalie, for example. Even though she was a girl, she wasn't a bridesmade, so she could be a...groomsman. I mean, groomswoman?

"Groomsman? I thought he had all his groomsman picked out already," he guessed.

"Nope, he had one more spot opened. I was really surprised that he picked me." I shook my head.

"Yeah."

We walked over to a tie rack, grabbed a few that were a pale green color. I got a tux that fitted perfectly, I might add, and a white button-up. I even got shoes that day, which I didn't think we'd get to that until atleast tomorrow. I tried it all on in the dressing room. I wandered out and looked in the full-size mirror in on the wall. I looked good. We bought the whole "outfit" and left the store. There were still a couple of things I need to do and get before the wedding approached. I made a list on a piece of lined paper while driving back home.

1.) Cut my hair. That's a given.

2.) Call Bella, to tell her that I am going, for sure.

3--Crap! Am I gonna have to do a toast?! Then...

3.) Call Edward, ask if I'll have to do a toast.

4.) If the answer for number three is yes, write a toast. Make sure it sounds good, not cheesy, I jotted down.

"What's that list you're making, there?" Billy asked nosily.

"Things I still need to accomplish before the wedding comes," I replied.

"Oh. Like what?"

"Getting my hair cut, call Bella, ask Edward if I'm going to have to do a toast, and if I do, write a toast," I said.

"Great. Call them now, you have time, and to get it over with, and to cross them off your list," Billy suggested.

I pulled my cell phone out of my coat pocket and called Bella first.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Bella?"

"Hi, Jake."

I paused to wonder about how she knew it was me. Hah, caller ID. Right. "I just wanted to tell you I'm coming. For sure."

Bella squealed loudly. "Yay! I'm so excited!" she screamed.

"Ha-ha," I laughed nervously. "Yeah. Me too. Well, that's all I wanted to say. Talk to you soon, bye."

"Bye!" Bella shouted before I sighed and hung up the phone.

Next, I have got to call Edward. Toasts.

Ring, ring, ring, again.

"Hi Edward. Jacob again," I said.

"You seem to have a lot of questions for this wedding."

"Yeah. Anyways, do I have to do a toast?" I asked, wincing. I really did NOT want to do one. It would sound cheesy, even if I didn't mean it to.

"Nope. Only the best man and a groomsman does, so Jasper is, and Emmett said he would so you wouldn't have to," he explained.

It felt like a huge load was lifted off my shoulders. "Phew...," I whispered. "Great. T-that's great. That's all I needed. Thanks."

Just one more thing left to do, but I don't know if I wanna do it now, or closer to the wedding, I thought. Hair cut. Last thing. I think I'll do it now, to get it over with, and also, if I don't really like it, like, if it doesn't turn out right, it'll have a couple weeks to grow out a bit more.

"I'll be back! Gonna go get my hair cut!" I shouted to Billy, rushing to the door. I wanted to do this quick. Clean. One short little hair cut. First time in...a year.

I was so nervous--and I didn't even know why--so I ran to where I get my hair cut. I got there in thirty minutes.

"Hey, ladies."

"Hi, Jake!" the women in the building replied. "Hair cut?"

"Yep. Hmm...Not too short, but short enough. I'm gonna be in a wedding, please make it look decent," I asked politely.

"Sure." Jan, the lady that cuts my hair, was rambling on and on about how her husband doesn't listen to her. It was entertaining. I was watching TV, and not really paying attention to what she was saying. I nodded my head, and mumbled a little to make sure she didn't get the drift that I wasn't listening. "...He doesn't even get what I'm saying."

"Mm-hmm," I murmered.

"I'm done. You can stop pretending to listen now." She paused. "Just like Carl..." I was guessing Carl was her husband. I twisted around in my chair and looked in the mirror.

"Wow! It's perfect!" I complimented. I was smiling and running my fingers through my freshly cut hair. "It looks awesome."

"Thanks. 15," she added on. Jan was always straight-forward.

"Right." I dug through my pocket to grab my wallet, then took out a 10 dollar bill and a 5 dollar bill. "Here ya go."

"Thanks, again. Have a good day. And have fun at that wedding!" she screamed, but I was already running back to my house. I layed on my bed when I got there. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about what was going to happen after she's married.

Only two more weeks, and Bella Swan, my Bella, will be married. To a vampire.

A/N: Heyyyy! How was it? If you thought it was good, review. If you thought it was bad, review. Just no flaming, thank you.

I haven't wrote the second chapter yet, but I do have one coming. You NEED to see the wedding!

So. I need at least...5 reviews. 5 GOOD reviews. If they're bad, they don't count. Haha.

I'll start writing the chapter, but I won't post it until I get thoes 5 reviews, remember that people.

--taytertot321.