Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight nor Veggie Tales. Yes, it is depressing. Sometimes I curl up into a ball and sob just because of that. Wait, no I don't. That must be you.

Inspired by Larry's Hairbrush Song from Veggie Tales.

xxx

"Edward?" I shouted from where I was getting ready in my bathroom.

"Yes?" he poofed into the doorway.

"Have you seen my hairbrush?" I really needed to brush my hair. It was unusually frizzy today.

"No, I haven't. Did you lose it?" he seemed amused.

"It appears so." Well that sucked. I ran my finger through my hair as I attempted to comb it that way. It ended up worse than before. "Could you check my room, please?" I asked Edward as he just lounged on the door frame, grinning at my irritability.

"Of course, love." He disappeared. I continued to try to clam my wild waves. I splashed some water on it, but that only made it wet and unmanageable. I tried to dry it off with a towel, but that resulted in turning my hair into a giant brown bush. I was scowling at it in the mirror when Edward returned.

"Your hairbrush is not in this house." he stated. I could tell he was trying not to smile and that infuriated me. He always looked perfect, effortlessly, and I never did.

"That's just great." I mumbled, "I hope we don't have plans today."

"Actually, I was planning on taking you to the Photo Palace." He grinned.

I spun around to glare at the real Edward instead of his reflection. "What!? Why?"

"Because none of the pictures we have of you and I are really newspaper material." He inspected a picture of grapefruits hanging in the hallway as he said this, a grin sneaking through his guard.

"Huh?" Now I was most defiantly confused. Why would we need a picture that was 'newspaper material.'

Edward glanced at me to make sure I wasn't still about to break something. I suppose I looked merely confused and not angry since he left his post by the grapefruits and took me into his arms. "You always look beautiful, no matter what your hair is acting like." He gently kissed my bushy brown mass of hair.

I frowned into his shoulder. "You still haven't told me why it needs to be presentable for the newspaper."

"Well, Alice bought a marriage announcement in the newspaper and she really wants to put a picture with it." He said uncertainly.

I glared at the grapefruits. I really needed to set some definite boundaries for Alice. The whole wedding planning ordeal was starting to get ridiculous. But I guess it would be better for me – or seemingly me – to announce it to everyone than for them to find out by gossip. Who knew what kind of rumors about Edward and I were going around Forks now.

I sighed, "Alright, but can I get Alice to fix my hair first?"

He winced and let me out of his arms. "Actually, Alice is out hunting with Jasper and Emmett for the weekend. I'm sorry."

"Gah." I turned back around to glare at myself. Another reason to go on the pro list of being a vampire: no bad hair days. I ran my finger through my hair again in a last attempt to restore order. No luck. Who was I kidding?

"Alright, let's just go. Maybe if the picture's bad enough, Alice won't use it." I murmured and started down the stairs.

Edward decided not to give me any hope at all, "She'll probably just photoshop it."

Ugh. I hated bad hair days.