A/N: I was really bored, so I felt like publishing something. This is a story I've been working on for so long. The first chapter's kind short and Jasper isn't in it, but the next one's his POV. (This chapter's kind sucky, but it gets better…hopefully) So um…yeah… oh, and Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all its characters, I do not. :'(
I pushed my sunglasses on top of my head and studied Rosalie's expression. She looked serious.
"That wasn't a very good joke," I said anyway.
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "It wasn't a joke, bitch."
"You're seriously dating?"
"Yeah."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is this some kind of payback? Look, I'm sorry about sleeping with your ex."
"It's not payback Ali. I really am dating your brother."
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Ew."
My brother, Emmett, was a professional football player. Many girls drooled over him 'cause he's buff.
I took a sip of my latte. "Why didn't Em tell me?"
"He thought you'd flip out."
"Why? It's just another relationship."
Rosalie looked away.
"Rose?" I asked, worried.
"Ali, I love him. He loves me."
My eyes widened. "What?"
"Alice," Rosalie turned to me, "Em and I are getting married."
My jaw dropped. "How long were you dating?! I'm just finding out now?!"
"A year," Rosalie said sheepishly.
"Bu-but what about all those guys you went out with?"
"All gay friends of mine. That's why they never said anything."
"Why work so hard to keep it a secret? Honestly, I feel betrayed."
"Don't," Rosalie pleaded. "We thought it was for the best."
"Are you pregnant?"
"Unfortunately, no."
I forgot that Rosalie wanted to be a mother badly.
"I don't like it," I muttered. But I leaned back, defeated.
"We'll be sisters." Rosalie smiled hopefully.
"You little ho, you stole my brother from all those hopeful girls," I said jokingly.
Rosalie looked relived. "Oh well." She pulled out her phone to look at the time. "Shit, we have to go."
I got up from the table, grabbing what was left of my latte. "Are we late?"
"Nope."
We went out the door of the coffee shop only to be barraged with paparazzi.
I shielded my eyes from the blinding lights and got in the driver's side of my precious yellow 911 Turbo Porsche.
Rosalie got in next to me.
"So…" I started.
"Yeah?" Rosalie asked, studying her nails.
"When's the wedding?"
"Next weekend."
My head whipped around to look at her. Thankfully we were at a stoplight.
"Sorry," Rosalie apologized.
"Do my parents know?"
Rosalie nodded.
"Edward?"
"Yep."
"I feel really left out."
"I'm sorry Ali."
"Yeah yeah," I grumbled. "You know what?"
"What?" Rosalie asked warily.
"Fucking secrets suck ass."
Rosalie laughed.
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"I thought you were going to be late!" Heidi Fleming cried as Rosalie and I walked in.
"Nope, but Rose was telling me about how she's marrying my brother," I told her, glaring at Rosalie.
"Well, yeah. Everyone knows that."
I turned to Rose, glaring daggers at her.
She shrugged helplessly.
I was about to give her a piece of my mind, but Aro came out.
Aro Volturi is the founding member of Volturi Modeling Agency. Rosalie, Heidi, and I are models here.
"How are my girls this morning?" Aro asked, kissing both our cheeks. He's Italian.
"I found out about Rose's wedding today," I told him.
"Yes yes, I told her she should've told you sooner. Didn't I tell you Rosalie?" Aro asked Rosalie.
"Yeah, I know," Rosalie sighed.
"So, what's it for today?" I asked, sitting down.
"Well, I have something that all of you were asked for," Aro told us.
"What?" Heidi asked.
"The bikini issue of Sports Illustrated."
"Yes, you told us about that awhile ago."
"How fitting for Rose, now both she and Emmett will have been in Sports Illustrated," I said acidly.
"How long are you going to be mad at me?" Rosalie asked, exasperated.
"A while."
Rosalie groaned.
"Alice, you were asked to be in Maxim," Aro told me.
"Really, again?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, what do you think?"
"Yeah, totally."
"Good," Aro said, writing something down.