APOV

I didn't quite know what pleased me more. The declaration of my brother's engagement, or getting to say "I told you so" to his face. Probably the latter, if I had to be honest with myself.
I'd known for a while that Edward had some sort of obscure affection for Tanya, even it took him years to admit it. And Tanya… well, she'd always liked-and possibly even loved-him. It was so painfully obvious she was infatuated with him that there were times where I questioned my brother's intelligence level.

The fact of the matter was, she simply adored him, no matter how thick-skulled, temperamental and stubborn he could be. The man spent decades weltering in his denial for god's sake. But it was only recently that'd she'd called all the way up from where they were staying to tell us the news.

By the time she did, the entire household had already knew by then, or course, thanks to me. But still; all that waiting and waiting and waiting… It's a wonder Tanya hadn't gone down on one knee herself.

The Cullen manor was quiet one that night. The four of us had lain ourselves haphazardly around the living room, absorbing the material of their textbooks. We were in the midst of their week off, but come the next and everyone will be faced with midterm tests to pass, and midterm papers to pass in. I decided that that could wait. There were much more pressing matters on my mind anyway.
Edward had characteristically taken a painfully long time coming to terms with his feelings... Then again, he has been alone a long time. It was an unfamiliar and disconcerting sensation for him still. I suppose I could forgive him for the delay, since quite frankly it was to be expected.

I just couldn't wait to start planning. It was so hard focusing on anything else. There was so much to do I didn't even know where to start! The color scheme, the invitations, the bouquet…and oh! The dress! I had to start looking at once. Tanya wouldn't mind if Rose and I ventured out a bit without her, would she? Not that it made a difference, of course.
I was soon awakened from my thoughts when Emmett gave loud and exaggerated huff. "I have been staring at this page for exactly ten minutes."

"That's about the same amount of time you've ever stuck to a major," Jasper chirped, looking up from his own textbook.

Emmett frowned, "about that."

Jasper lifted his brows, his ocher eyes widened in surprise, "Don't tell me. You're switching?"

"You don't what it's like," Emmett whimpered. "Philosophy-it changes you, man."

Then Jasper started to laugh.

Rosalie, who by contrast had always been very studious and academically successful, never picked her eyes off the page. "Two semesters in a row. That's a record, honey."

"Two and a half, thank you," he said, wiggling a finger in front of her face.

I wrinkled my nose in disapproval. "It's probably not a good idea to change it now. This is your third time, as you know. I think it's time to follow through with what you choose."

"And I think you're right. That's why I choose…to drop the class."

"I'm serious, Emmett." As much an we had enough of both, I didn't seea reason for Emmett to waste so much time and money.

He heaved a long sigh, propping himself up on the couch and crossing his arms behind his head. "Oh, Alice. So naïve and…little. I'll be okay. Don't you worry."

I rolled my eyes, "I'd believe you if I thought you actually thought this through. You haven't even chosen another major either, have you? Do you have any idea what you want to do?"

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, his hands making halting motions, "One step at a time."

I conceded and didn't say a word after that, figuring that I wasn't the one to have to straighten him up every time he decided to slack off. That was Esme's job. I smiled to myself, visualizing what was coming for him.

After laying idly on the couch for a while doing nothing expect occasionally playing with Rosalie's hair, Emmett looked around the room. "So. Anyone heard from Edward or Tanya lately?"

"Do we ever?" she grumbled. I frowned at her obvious disdain for the subject, though not completely surprised. Her relationship with my brother had never truly recovered from years ago when it ruptured. I always knew that Rose was not the forgiving type, but she'd barely spoken a civil word to him since he got back several weeks ago. Of course, Edward received her hostility calmly, and since then they've tried their best to avoid each other. I realized after a minute that I simply couldn't understand how she would behave this way for so long. He was back with his family, where he belonged. Wasn't that all that mattered? Shouldn't what happened in the past, stay in the past?

"Oh, don't look at me like that," she said, misreading me. "They barely ever even bother to call."

"Well, then. I suppose I'll have to plan the entire wedding myself, since they aren't around to stop me," I said lightly, shrugging.

"Yeeeah, you do that," Emmett said.

"Somehow, I don't think Tanya will appreciate it," Jasper added, amused.

I laid my head on his shoulder and tapped his nose. "It's not about what the bride wants, silly. It's about what I want. And I'm thinking…"

"Bouncy house! Ferris wheel! A space shuttle?" Emmett shouted one after another, jumping up from his seat.

"Close-"

"Oh, I know! You're gonna go to the mall…and rent it."

"I thought it about it…but no."

"Fine, I give up," he crossed his arms, "what's your big plan?"

"Can't tell you that," I smirked.

"Why not?"

"It's a surprise."

"Alice, you can't make it a surprise, it's a wedding-" Rosalie cut in.

"Silence," I shrieked.

They three of them shared loaded looks with each other behind my back, except that it wasn't really behind my back because saw it before they even decided on it. One thing that I didn't foresee, however, was the phone call. I was the only one who bothered to pick it up, since everyone else had distracted themselves with a new conversation.

"Hello?" I answered, befuddled and curious.

"Alice, is Rosalie there? Can you two come in?" It was my father.

"Of course," I said, alarmed by his tone. "What is it, Carlisle?"

"There's been a… terrible accident. Please, hurry, Alice. I can't stay on any longer. Goodbye."

The line went dead. It might've been the conversation which they had obviously overheard, or maybe it was something they saw on my face; but suddenly the room was very quiet.