I whistled a cheery tune as I hung my gun up at the front door, and I stalked into the kitchen. Bella and Alice were deeply immersed into the wedding plans, as usual, and I tried to ignore them. My light-hearted tune cut off quickly, transforming into grumbling.
I didn't like the rush of the wedding; eighteen was far too early to get settled down. Edward thought that I believed his crap about "Being old-fashioned", but I saw through his lie. I rummaged around for something to heat up quickly. I grabbed a can of Chef Boyardee and stuck it into the microwave, watching it revolve.
I couldn't help but eavesdropping into their conversation, my ears drifting to the tone Alice was using as she spoke.
"And about how many dogs are going to be present?" Alice asked lightly. My eyebrows twisted in confusion, as I drifted to the door to hear more.
"There will be more vampires than werewolves; so you should be safe," Bella replied. I heard the smile in her voice, and the curiosity got the best of me.
"Vampires? Werewolves?" I asked quizzically, trying to sum all of the words up. I saw Bella stiffen.
"For the last time, we're not having a gothic wedding, Bella!" Alice scolded. The microwave beeped, and I returned back to the kitchen.
The thought drifted away as soon as it had come.