Twilight: the Musical

So… I did this with Maximum Ride. I HAD to do it for Twilight. :D Even if you don't like musicals, this will be enjoyable, I promise. This is post-Eclipse, simply because I disliked BD strongly. But we won't go there.

Omigod You Guys
Bella and the girls

Needless to say, all of Bella's friends—the "popular group"—were practically born to throw parties. It was practically in their blood. Angela would be the only exception to that, possibly, but even she was practically bouncing off the walls. Bella was getting married. Married. To Edward Cullen. And they could throw her bachelorette party.

Oh, of course it wasn't official yet—only Bella knew that he'd already proposed. But they had to stage it like it wasn't official yet… he had to propose to her, but none of her friends knew that. So here they were, freaking out in the woods behind her house, creeping quietly with a giant card of good wishes.

Alice had it in her hand now, walking gracefully as she signed in perfect penmanship. "Dear Bells, he's a lucky guy, I'm, like, gonna cry—I got tears coming out of my nose. Mad props! He's the class's catch, you're a perfect match, cause you both have such great taste in clothes," Alice sang, rolling her eyes when she said 'great', "of course he will propose!"

Coming behind Alice, Jess snatched the card, nearly ripping it, and the pen as well. "Dear Bell, honey, mazel tov, future's taking off—bring that ring back and show it to me!"

Jess handed the card to Angela. "Four carats—a princess cut!" she sang, signing, "Are you psyched or what?! I just wish I could be there to see—"

Alice and Jess joined her for, "When he gets down on one knee!"

All of the girls burst into excitement and couldn't hold back. "Omigod, omigod, you guys. Looks like Bell's gonna win the prize! If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies, omigod, you guys! Omigod, this is happening, our own homecoming queen and king! Finally, she'll be trying on a huge engagement ring for size… Omigod you guys! Omigod!"

Angela waved the card in the air. "Okay, everybody signed? Good, now fall in line and we'll start the engagement parade!"

Jess squealed. "Light candles in single file—don't forget to smile. Lose the gum, Ang, you look like a maid."

"Sorry!" Angela cut in, spitting her gum out.

"Now prepare to serenade!"

At once, the group realized how close they were to Bella's window, and instantly the volume was cut substantially. "Omigod, omigod you guys… looks like Bell's gonna win the prize—"

"SH!" Jess scolded, because the volume had grown toward the end of the phrase.

"If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualif—"

"SH!"

"Omigod, you—"

"Guys, I'm serious!"

Lauren, who was putting on a nice face to not seem as much of a bitch, sang, "Bell and Edward were meant to be! … Not once ever has he hit on me!"

"Shut up!" Jess scolded.

Alice, a bumbling idiot because of all the excitement, added, "They're just like that couple from Titanic, only no one dies!"

They were now at the base of Bella's window, and each of them dutifully started climbing the tree.

"Omigod!"

Jess, the highest up, removed one hand from the tree and began to conduct."Two, three, four—"

"Isabella Marie, soon to be fiancée, now that a man chose you, your life begins today. Make him a happy home, waste not his hard earned wage. And so he does not roam, strive not to look your age. Still in your of need, let it be understood—no man could supersede, our sacred bond of sisterhood! OMIGOD, OMIGOD YOU GU—"

"Guys!" Jess cut in, looking away from Bella's window with a panicked look on her face. "She's not here."

Everybody filed into her bedroom, chattering quietly and busily, equally terrified. Alice pulled out her cell phone, but realized she didn't need it—she spotted an oddly sized wolf outside Bella's window in the woods. Obscuring everyone else's view outside, she pretended to speak into the phone as she muttered at the wolf.

"Jacob, where is Bella?"

He barked quietly.

"She doesn't have an engagement outfit?" Alice seethed.

He shook his head.

"She's totally freaking out?!"

Shrug.

"She's trapped in the old valley mill?!"

Now Jacob had phased into a human. "No, idiot," he muttered, "the Old Valley Mall."

"Oh, whoops, sorry. The Old Valley Mall?!"

"Omigod, DRESS EMERGENCY!"

"Don't take the freeway!"

"Hey, wait for me!" Lauren cried as they began to file out the window, "No one should be left alone to dress and to accessorize! Omigod you guys! Omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod!"

I stood in front of the mirror, feeling ridiculous as I did so. Rosalie had forced me here to get a dress, thinking she was being nice. I didn't think so. I was more or less trapped. Today was my day to hang out with Jacob—he'd finally returned from Canada, where he'd been hiding out—and she was having me try on dresses for my "engagement"? Ridiculous. Jacob had excused himself politely.

"It's almost there, but…" I sighed. "This dress needs to 'seal the deal, make a grown man kneel, but it can't come right out and say bride.'" I quoted Rosalie. "Can't look like I'm 'desperate' or like 'I'm waiting for it.' I've 'gotta leave Edward his pride… so bride is more implied.'"

Out of nowhere, every female in my senior class at Forks—and Tyler, who had come out of the closet—it seemed, appeared, bursting with energy. What could I say… it was contagious. "Omigod, omigod, you guys… all this week I've had butterflies. Every time he looks at me it's totally proposal eyes, pmigod you guys!"

"We'll help you dress for your fairytale, can't wear something you bought on sale!" Alice sang.

"Love is, like, forever, this is no time to economize! Omigod, you guys!" Jess squealed.

A stalky saleswoman strolled over, holding up a dress to me as she did so. "Excuse me, have you seen this? It just came in."

"Right!" Alice stepped in, looking genuine. "With a half lip stitch on China silk?"

"Mhm!"

"But the thing is," Alice continued in a snide voice, "you can't use a half lip stitch on China silk. It'll pucker." She smiled sweetly. "And you didn't just get this in, because I saw it in last May's Vogue."

From behind me, the rest of the girls—and Tyler—began to giggle. "Omigod, omigod you guys…"

"I'm not about to buy last year's dress at this year's price," Alice lamented.

"Alice saw through that salesgirl's lies," the girls and Tyler continued.

"She may be in love but she's not stupid, lady, we've got eyes," Alice smiled.

"Omigod—Alice Cullen?" Out came the manager, a tall, beautiful colored woman, looking extremely angry at the saleswoman. "Sorry, our mistake—Courtney, take your break! Just ignore her, she hasn't been well," she added as a side to Alice. "Try this! Latest from Milan. Go on, try it on!" she said to me, pushing it forward. "I take care of my best clientele… it's a gift from me to Bell!"

Sighing, I stepped back into the dressing room, changed quickly, and stepped out. Alice was at my side in a second. "Omigod, omigod you guys! This one's perfect, and it's just her size! See, dreams really do come true, you never have to compromise!" She winked at me. "Omigod."

"Omigod, omigod you guys," they all sang, pulling me in the direction of the door. "Let's go home before someone cries. If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies, cause we love you guys!"

"No, I love you guys," I smiled.

"Omigod," they sang.

"Omigod," I echoed.

"Omigod, you guys!" everyone sang, and then, excited, we screamed, "Omigod!"

I grinned as we filed out of the store. Only in Forks.

Hahaha. I hated the end, but whatever. I'm going to have SO MUCH FUN writing this. Can you see Rosalie and Emmett—"Anything you can do I can do betterrrrr!" :D Ahahah. Everyone's supposed to be out of character, FYI. And TYLER BEING GAY?! YESSSS. :D Review, please!