How to Hate Weddings and Fall in Love

Summary: Lucy is Bella's twin sister and is in town for the wedding. Tanya finally gets someone and doesn't end up alone in the end. The Volturi are starting to get antsy and Bella isn't the only one who interests them.

And I still suck at summaries.

This will be an OC/Tanya story so expect femslash. And it will probably be canon pairings other than that. Unless for some reason I decide otherwise.

Lucy

"Oh cheer up Lucille!"

"Why, can I go home?"

"No, but it's your sister's wedding! You should be happy!"

"Who gets married straight out of high school? My guess is redneck shotgun wedding because Bellzabub is pregnant. If we're lucky someone actually has a shotgun so I can shoot myself."

"Lucille! What have I told you about calling your sister that?! And I have met Edward he is so nice, you're going to love him!"

"If I can't call her Bellzabub, then you can't call me Lucille. I hate that name. And christ does he sound awful, just the name. Edward. Why not Eddie, or Ed. Or better yet Ed, Edd, n Eddy. I would like him if his name was Ed, Edd, n Eddy."

My Mother gives a sigh through the phone, "Lucille stop it, you're being ridiculous. And you both have more… classic names."

I sit up from my slouch in the driver's seat, "It's not even the name itself! Fine your name is Edward, your parents must hate you! I know the feeling! My parents thought it would be funny to name me Lucille," My Mother goes to interrupt, but I continue before she can, "But I at least don't go by Lucille, I go by Lucy. You know who goes by long, old… classic names?"

My Mother gives another sigh, already knowing that this argument has been lost, "Who?"

"Douchebags, that's who."

I can already imagine my Mother putting her head in her hand in annoyance, "Well you're future brother-in-law is going to be a douchebag, there's no way around it. So stop complaining."

My Mother hangs up, knowing I'll just continue to whine if she didn't.

I groan in annoyance and slump down in my seat.

My name's Lucille, or Lucy for short, I'm eighteen years old. I have a twin sister, her name is Isabella or Bella for short, and I hate her with a passion… Okay that's an exaggeration, she pisses me off and I act awful to her in return. What I can I say I'm an awful person.

Anyway the reason for my anger, I have to go to my sister's wedding. Most people would be so happy for their sister but no, not me. I'm a bitch.

But back to my hapless sister. Her getting married isn't exactly what's truly bothering me. It's more like her getting married so young.

Let me give you a little background.

When we were younger we were as close as could be. We may not be identical but we are still twins and we still did everything together. We ate together, played together, sometimes we even slept together. Inseparable, that's the only way to describe what our relationship was.

But then disaster struck. Puberty. Both of us changed. She turned into a wallflower bookworm and I turned into a class clown loudmouth, who never shut up. My insults cut and my glares caused many a wet pants.

I had my friends, she had hers. Though mine wasn't filled with text and wouldn't give me paper cuts.

So we both grew into very different people. I'm better of course. Confidence is key, people.

My sister can be a wallflower with no friends all she wants, fine whatever floats your boat sweetheart. But that isn't even the part that gets on my nerves. She has no back bone. None. She never has an opinion, never speaks her mind. What fucking century is this?

Women did not spend decades and decades trying to give us rights just to squander it.

And this right here is the root of my problem with this sham of a wedding. When we were younger we made one promise, or pact, or pinky promise, or whatever you want to call it. To me it was important, the one thing I would always try to uphold. We don't want to end up like our parents. Young, married, and then grow to hate our spouse. That sounds absolutely dreadful.

So we promised, we will not get married and on the off-chance we do, it's when we're older and we know, we absolutely know for sure, this person is someone I want to be with for as long as I will live.

Not some stupid high school boy who obviously pressured her into marriage. And I hate that she gave in. That at the end of the day she couldn't defend herself. That at the end of the day, I wasn't there to protect her like I've always done.

I get annoyed with my sister, and I make fun of my sister. But if anybody, and I mean anybody hurts her in some way, they'll wish my sister was an only child.

So, I may not hate my sister, but I do hate her fiancé.

I also hate weddings. Any wedding, I find them stupid and unnecessary.

It's the middle of summer so I couldn't even have school as an excuse, not to go. Though graduation could also put a damper on that excuse.

And it's not like I have to get ready for college. I still haven't told anyone that I never applied anywhere. Mom stopped asking after a while and I'm pretty sure she forgot. Phil though does give me looks sometimes when we see anything about college.

It's not I couldn't get into a decent school, it's just, I don't think that's what I want to do. I just wished I did know.

For now though it's been bartending. Ever since I turned eighteen. And well before that, but those weren't exactly bars. I've gotten really good to. I always wanted to do flair bartending, the kind where they do tricks. That and card tricks, are my specialty. If only I could be a card trick bartender. I'd pay to see it.

Though I can imagine the faces of my parents as I tell them that. Well my Dad at least. He would probably be more disappointed than my Mother.

Luckily I don't see them much, as I was sent away to a boarding school somewhere in New England. I always forget which state for some reason. I'm awful at geography.

I wish I did have more to do, because I'm pretty sure this is just to get me away from my Mother and Phil.

My Mother insists that Bella and Dad really want to see me and that's why I have to go a month early.

Yeah right, you just can't stand when I'm home.

I finally pull up to my father's house and sit in the car looking at the house in dread.

If only I had gotten into a deadly car accident on the way here.

Giving another sigh I finally turn off the car and get out.

I trudge up the drive as unenthusiastically as possible.

Finally making it to the door, it opens just as I finish knocking.

I'm met with my Father who as soon as he recognizes its me, starts to smile.

"Lucy!" At least he gets it right, "It's so good to see you. I was surprised when your Mother said you wanted to come early to spend time with me and Bells," I knew she was lying, Bella wants to see you my ass.

He ushers me inside and awkwardly gives me a hug. When he lets me go we both stand their uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

He starts shifting around and I sigh in slight annoyance at how painful he makes everything, "Can you help me with some bags? Some are kinda heavy."

He nods enthusiastically happy for something to do.

We both step outside and he helps me to put the bags in the guest room.

He stands outside the door for a few moments, "Your sister should be here soon she was with the Cullen's," He says it as if I should know who the Cullen's are and after staring blankly for a moment he seems to get the hint, "They're Edward's family."

I roll my eyes and have to give conscious effort not to make a noise of disgust.

My Father must have caught my expression because he smirks slightly, "I know how you feel Luce."

I scowl at the thought of Bella's fiancée, "So he's as big a jackass as I thought."

He frowns slightly at my choice of words, but like my Mother knows that my cursing is habit that I've had since I was ten, so he lets it go, "Yep. Sorry kiddo, my guess is that he's exactly as you pictured him."

I groan and lay down on my bed.

Maybe I can hit Edward with my car.

My Father quietly leaves the room so I can continue brooding.

I must have done that for a while, because the next thing I know hear the front door slamming downstairs.

I stay in place not caring enough to get up and greet Bella. If she wants to talk to me so bad she can find me.

Apparently she doesn't have a great need to find me, because I'm lying there for a while, when I finally hear a timid knock on my door.

I groan in response hoping she understands that as, "No, go away."

Apparently my sister never took grunting as a foreign language because she comes in quietly. I make no move to get up or even turn from my face down position.

I hear her shifting slightly for a few minutes and I finally get tired of the silence, "Is my ass that nice?"

I hear a jump and a squeak, "Wh-What?"

"I've felt you staring for a few minutes now, and you haven't said a word. My best guess would be that you found my ass distracting."

"N-No!"

I can imagine the bright red blush on her face and the wide terrified eyes. She's like a mouse, easily frightened and easily crushed.

The room goes silent again and I inwardly sigh. I don't even want to talk to her, the least she could do is start a conversation if she's going to come in here.

"Stop biting your lip."

"H-How d-did you kn-know?"

That damnable stutter, she only does that when she's really nervous, "I know you better than anyone."

"Y-Yeah, I guess you do."

Better, but still a slight stutter in her words.

We're silent for a few more moments and this time I sigh for her to hear, "Sit," I point next to where I'm lying, "And tell me what you need."

She hesitates for a few moments and then I feel the bed dip next to me.

I remember when we were younger, she would always take care of me, really taking the five-minute age difference to heart and treating me as the younger sibling.

Whenever I needed her to make me feel better, I would always lay on my stomach, just as I'm doing now, and she would run her fingers through my hair to soothe me. It was always the best way to make me feel better, and I always wanted my big sister Bella when we were younger.

A lot has changed over the years.

I crack my back and finally sit up and turn towards her.

Looking at her I can see that nothing has changed, same dark brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes with too pale skin. Compared to my light brown hair, pale green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and slighter build; we're as different as we are the same.

I cock my head to the side and raise one of my brows.

Her cheeks burn and she starts to look at anything but at me, "I just wanted to see if maybe tomorrow you wanted to come with me to the Cullen's? Their cousins should be there so maybe you can all meet each other and get introductions out-of-the-way."

I start to kick my feet childishly while sitting at the edge of the bed, and Bella actually turns to look at me and smiles slightly at my immaturity.

I shrug slightly, "Do you want me to go?"

Bella's brow furrows obviously confused, "I-Yes, that's why I'm asking."

I just wanted her to admit it, it's a power thing.

"Then I will go. Though I do reserve the right to insult Oscar incessantly," I tilt my head slightly in thought, "And anyone else who annoys me."

She looks at me in confusion, "Oscar?"

I give her a pleasant smile, "The douche you're marrying."

She huffs and straightens up slightly, and gets an incensed expression on her face, "Edward is not a douche. And I'm marrying him so can you not insult him please."

I smirk at her slightly, "How can I like a douche? Didn't you know they've been proven to actually cause infections?"

Her face scrunches up slightly in repulsion, "You're disgusting."

"I do have to wonder, as a douche, has he given you any diseases? Is he as clean as all the other douchebags in the world? Did you ge-"

She suddenly jumps up with a red face, "Alright I'm leaving."

She quickly exits the room before I can tease her any longer, "He's totally a douche."

I go to bed that night after getting something simple from the kitchen for dinner.

The bed is slightly lumpy and the room smells somewhat stale, but I still fall asleep fairly quickly.

The next morning I spend it lounging around, not really wanting to do anything. It isn't until twelve thirty when Bella reminds me I have to go with her to her douche and his family, that I finally make a loud over exaggerated groan and start getting ready.

AN: This has been on my mind for a while, damn plot bunnies.

I hate Twilight, but you gotta admit, the FanFiction for it can be pretty on point. Also hot possessive vampire chicks, you know you love it.

I hate Edward and Bella, but I'll try not to needlessly bash them.

Anyway thanks so much for reading, tell me what you think and how I did.