*Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephanie Myers. Plot line is all mine*

"Jess, what the hell happened last night," I groaned into the pillow not wanting to face the day. My head was pounding, and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. I couldn't remember anything about last night, I knew nothing, other than I was in Vegas for my twenty-first birthday with a few friends. How I let them talk me into this was beyond me.

"Jess," I snapped a little irritated that she was ignoring me. I knew she could hear me because of the running shower. The hotel room she rented was the size of a dorm room. After waiting five minutes for a reply, I gave a groan rolling over opening my eyes. "Not the room you rented," I mumbled looking around the house sized room.

"Not your cloths," I said to myself picking up a button down white shirt. "Not you," I determined clutching a sheet to my naked body. What the hell happened last night? Where am I? Who the fuck is in the shower? I thought to myself running my fingers through my hair. I could sneak out. Should I leave a note? I started contemplating what I was going to do about my situation as my eyes fell on the diamond ring on my finger.
"What the hell?" I practically yelled hearing the shower turn off.

"Good morning," a man said opening the bathroom doors, only a towel covering him.

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned jumping out of the bed. "I've got mace in here," I said grabbing my purse clutching it to my side. The man in the towel gave a cocky smile along with a slight chuckle before shaking his head, seeming rather unconvinced. "I'm not kidding," I snapped stomping my foot.
"You threw your mace in the trash last night," he reminded licking his lips.

"My friends are going to notice I'm gone," I said lamely.

"Your friends know where you are," he countered walking back into the bathroom. "Do you remember anything from last night?" He questioned tossing my phone to me. I gave a small shrug of the shoulders turning it on.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I questioned seeing the messages on my phone. It had to be a joke. Jessica hired some good looking guy to mess with me. She hired some guy to pose as my one night stand, I married in Vegas. Nothing more. Some kind of sick, really not funny, joke.

"Not a joke," he said leaning against the door frame. "Last night we got hitched by some guy dressed as Elvis," he said making my eyes go wide.
"I did not marry some guy I know nothing about!" I defended crossing my arms, attempting to keep the sheet over my body.

"I'm Edward, you're Bella. You went to high school in Forks Washington, a small town you hated. I went to high school in Seattle. You went to college in New York, like me. You live in a small apartment, with your rather annoying friend Jessica. I live in a mansion sized house by myself," he rattled off making me roll my eyes putting up my hand to silence him.

"I married you?" I questioned looking him up and down. Upon looks, it wasn't going to get much better than him. He practically looked Photoshopped. Like something I would tear out of a magazine, and hang on my wall. "This is crazy. I'm the most responsible person ever," I said repeating the words from my mother. She always told me I needed to let lose, and actually be crazy for once.

"Last night you weren't so responsible. You married a perfect stranger. I could be a serial killer you know," he joked surpassing a laugh.
"I'm glad you find this amusing. For all you know you married a controlling bitch," I said rolling my eyes at my comparison. A serial killer sounds worse than a controlling bitch. "You're not actually a serial killer, right?" I questioned watching his facial expressions carefully.

"If I was you'd be dead already," he said simply. "Controlling bitch, sounds like a living hell," he joked tossing me a shirt.

"Turn around," I said making him raise a single eye brow before he gave a light chuckle turning around. I slipped into the white button down shirt clearing my throat when it was finally okay for him to turn back around. "This is insane," I said more to myself sitting in the chair. "What are we suppose to do? We know nothing about each other," I said looking up at him. I don't know what I was hoping for, it's not like there was a step by step guild on what to do after marring a stranger.

"Well Jessica is arranging for your things to be moved over to my place, because you're moving in. I have a business meeting like now," he said pointing to the clock. "Take a shower. I'll be back by the time you're done, and we can talk about it," he offered shrugging his shoulders.

"How come you aren't freaking out?" I questioned glaring at him.

"I could have done worse," he said grabbing his cloths walking into the bathroom to change. I think he mostly did that because he didn't want to witness me freaking out about him dropping the towel in front of me. "I'm not freaking out because you're freaking out enough for the both of us. You've got the crazy eyes," he said honestly. "They're cute though," he said shrugging his shoulders. "Do I kiss you or..."

"No," I said waving him off as he slipped through the door. I gave a sigh trying to remember any detail from last night finding nothing. Yesterday, I was a single twenty one year old. Today I'm married to someone I know nothing about. What the hell am I suppose to do? Move in with him? Act like we're husband and wife?

This is going to be interesting...

A/N: What do you think? Responsible Bella married someone in Vegas she knows nothing about. How will she face what she's done? Will it be a quick divorce, or will something make her stay?