Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.



Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave.


Bella Swan

What the hell? I asked myself as I awoke with a pounding headache. What did I do last night?

I looked around to get a clue as to where I was but the setting was unfamiliar. The bed was more comfortable, the room was much larger and there was a man next to me.

Wait, what?

I looked down and to the left of me and sure enough Edward Cullen was lying in bed next to me sleeping peacefully.

I was confused for the briefest moment before the events of last night came rushing back to me in a flash.

I sniffled quietly as I watched my best friend walk down the aisle of the church. She was finally marrying her high school sweetheart, and our best friend, Jasper. They had been engaged since the beginning of our senior year of college and had waited until we graduated to get married.

In true Alice Cullen, soon to be Whitlock, fashion it has been a grand affair. Her white gown billowed out behind her in a long train. The whole wedding was done in light blues, blacks and whites, making everything look crisp and fresh. Everyone she knew was there to witness this momentous occasion in her life.

I turned my head slightly to the left to spot an also teary-eyed Rose next to me. We just smiled at each other and turned our attention back to our best friend. We had each been appointed Alice's maids of honor, her saying she couldn't just have one of us.

As Alice reached the alter, where Jasper stood, the ceremony finally began. As the pastor began speaking my eyes wandered to Jasper's groomsmen. Emmett, Alice's brother and one of Jasper's best friends, stood next to Jasper. His smile was ear to ear as he watched the scene in front of him. Next to him was the Greek god in the flesh, Edward Cullen. His bronze hair tousled perfectly, in a crisp dark tux and those eyes…

I had to shake my head to clear it and bring myself to focus on my best friend and not her brother. No matter how gorgeous he was.

"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride," I heard the pastor say, bringing my attention back to the wedding. Alice squealed like a little girl as she pulled away from her new husband. The guests erupted in applause as Alice and Jasper turned toward them and began heading down the aisle.

Before we knew it, it was time for the reception. Alice had managed to get out of her wedding dress and into a smaller, more convenient one, for the reception.

The reception hall was beautiful. Each table was accentuated with flowers in different cream colors. The lighting made everything feel intimate, more like a party of close friends than a reception hosting around 300 people.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the D.J. of the gathering called into the microphone. "I have the distinct honor of introducing, for the first time as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Whitlock!" Applause, and yelps, rang out everywhere as Jasper and Alice made their entrance.

In another blur of time all the greetings had been made to those who I hadn't seen before and I was granted a moment of peace in a dark corner of the room. I grabbed two chairs and sat down with my feet in one. My head lulled back and I let out a sigh of contentment.

I looked around after a while and found Edward sitting at the bar talking with Lauren, the sleaze queen. He looked beyond uncomfortable and I was feeling oddly brave tonight.

I trudged my way over to the bar and wrapped an arm around Edward.

"Edward, I was looking for you," I cooed. He gave me a surprised look before I winked at him and he understood.

"I've been here talking to," he feigned forgetfulness as he turned to Lauren. "What was your name again?" Lauren's jaw dropped. She didn't bother responding and instead turned and walked away.

"Thank you so much, Bella," Edward said to me, his words slurring a bit. He was definitely drunk. Why he would choose to do so at his sister's wedding is beyond me.

"No problem," I said as I squeezed his shoulder a bit and began walking away. I was surprised when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward him.

"Wait!" he called a bit too loudly. "Let's talk. I've known you for so long and we never just talk." At this point Edward was swaying in his seat. The protective side of me took over and I had to help him.

"Okay, Edward," I agreed. "Let's talk outside." I was hoping that a little fresh air would help clear his head.

"It's such a beautiful night," he said as we exited the doors into the Chicago night. I led him over to a bench and sat him down. "Aren't you so happy for Alice?" he asked me, completely changing subjects.

"Yes, I'm very happy for her," I replied.

"I'm happy for her too," he stated but it sounded odd. "It's always great when your big brother and baby sister are married off and you're not." Emmett and rose had married the year before.

And there was the source of his drinking tonight.

"Edward," I said as I helped him sit up straight as he was falling over. "Don't feel like you have to rush things just because Alice is married. When you find someone you'll know." He stared at me intently as I spoke.

"You know, you're really beautiful," he said. I blushed immediately at his words and had to remind myself of how drunk he was and that I was supposed to be helping and protecting him.

He brought his hand up to my face and cupped my cheek running his thumb over my lips.

He's drunk. Protect him.

His lips crashed with mine and all thoughts left my head but one:

Screw being protective.

That led to me being in his bed. I vaguely remembered hailing a cab and riding back to his apartment, a serious make-out session going on in the cab, and my first time with Edward. I had finally been with the man I'd been pining after for years.

As I looked around the room my clothing was strewn about as were his.

It must have been one great night, I thought to myself as I began putting my clothes back on.

I looked to Edward and began panicking.

What would he do if he found me here when he work up? He was so drunk last night, I'll be amazed if he remembers anything. Maybe I should just leave. If he wants me he'll tell me, right? He's Edward Cullen for goodness sake. He probably has a different girl every night.

I debated with myself for at least fifteen minutes before I decided the best thing I could do was leave. He would call me if he wanted me around.

I gave myself five more minutes of looking at him, sure that this was the last time something like this would happen, before I walked quietly out of his apartment.

I made the "walk of shame" back to my place and flopped down onto my bed. Normally I would call Alice in a situation like this but it dealt with her brother. What would she think if I told her I slept with Edward? She would definitely call him and want his side of the story. What if he didn't even remember? That would be too embarrassing. I knew he wouldn't want me but everyone else didn't have to know. It would also be wrong to interrupt her honeymoon.

No, I couldn't tell Alice.

My next choice was Rosalie. I quickly decided against her also. Not only would she tell Emmett who would tell Alice, she would tease me for life about this being one of the few times I get with a guy and I can hardly remember it.

No, I couldn't tell Rose either.

I guess this was one secret I would keep with me for now.


So, I've just been playing around with the idea of this story. I think it could be fun to write. This is just the prologue. The real story will start next chapter.

The opening quote is from the song Secret by The Pierces.

Leave me a review and let me know if you're interested, please!