Even thought I didn't create Bella and Edward, I want this to be as believable as I can get it. Keep in mind I am an amateur writer (if that.) It's just a hobby, so if you notice that I suck then I'm sorry. It might seem a bit slow at the beginning but I promise you things will get more exciting, I just don't want to start the story off with a bang because I don't think that it would be as realistic. If you feel that I haven't stayed true to a character's personality, feel free to let me know. I welcome constructive criticism.
As I lay on the huge bed in the middle of Edward's room, I couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed. I knew Alice didn't like to do things small, but this was getting ridiculous. She was talking into a phone, and pacing lithely across the room, I was glad I wasn't on the receiving end of the call. Who knew so much detail went into weddings? Just the thought of how much money was going into that single day make feel horrible, I didn't want to know.
"Bella," she said very serious "Do you want white candles with white flowers for the table settings? Or with pink, what about both? Maybe yellow?" The way she asked, you'd think she was disassembling a bomb. She was talking to herself more than to me. I wasn't good with this kind of thing, I couldn't see the end result the way Alice could. She froze for a moment, her forehead furrowed, no doubt viewing her different choices of color arraignments.
"White would be better, I think." I wasn't going to go against Alice, white was fine with me. Anything was fine with me, money was something else entirely. I was wearing my ring; I was always afraid id drop it down a sink drain. Alice walked past me again, ruffling a few sheets of paper sitting on the bed. Names, numbers, places scrawled across it in her beautiful, prefect yet somehow messy writing. Forget hiring someone to do this all for her, Alice wanted to experience it all. I rolled over to steal a glimpse at the wedding dress, somewhere out side I thought I heard a wolf howl. It instantly made me think of Jake, I had no regrets. I hadn't lied when I told Jake I loved him, but it was different with him. The same way I love my mother, Alice, Esme and the other Cullans all differently. I wanted to see my friend happy, but I wasn't anywhere near willing to give up what I had. I just hoped that Jake wasn't going to try something stupid, and if I knew Jacob, I knew he'd try something. His voice rang in my head, about how he wasn't going to give up intill I'd changed. A little wave of guilt washed over me and I sighed, I had thought it better not to taunt Jacob by sending him an invitation. I didn't know if I even wanted him to come.
Alice, misinterpreting my sigh, looked up at me from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor. A notebook cracked open before her. She had moved on from table settings and was now talking something about thread counts in silk napkins. I opened my mouth to protest I didn't like the sound of that. Thread counts didn't exist in my bargain deal bed sheets, forget about my napkins.
"Bella, your mother's just arrived at Charlie's. Your free from torture." She cut me off, distracting me with her blinding smile.
"Alice-" I didn't want her to think I was ungrateful, I was far from it. But, in my upbringing of discounted sales racks I felt awkward with so much money going towards my cause.
"He's coming up the driveway." She didn't need to clarify whom. I leapt off the bed to meet him downstairs. When I got there, he was driving his "special occasion car." He leaned over to open my door. I got in relived, to not think of wedding decisions.
"Hello." He greeted me a small smile escaping. "How bad was it?" he seemed amused and I grimaced.
"Alice is planning our napkins." I informed him as he sped the car in a circle to drive to Charlie's.
"Napkins can be very important." He was looking at my ring, I reached over and took his hand. His icy skin making the fine hairs on my arm stand up.
"I don't care about my napkins." my minding drifted, thinking of something more dangerous than mismatched place settings.I turned back to look at the road in time to see a huge unnatural wolf standing in the center of the road. Our car hurtling towards it, it's eyes somehow fixed on me from the great distance. Looking at me, as he waited for the car to hit him.