AN: This is some very very very old writing from 2007, when I was in grade 9. Wrote it before the 3rd twilight book came out and before the second City of Bones, I think. Anywho, enjoy. My current stuff has a way different style and maturity to it, and I'll be posting some of my fanfiction here in a bit, but I wanted to get this up to see what people thought of it.
The cool afternoon breeze of Forks blew swiftly through the ceremony, carrying with it the scent of dogwood blossoms. The sky was its usual cloudy, grey self. But, as if for just this occasion, it had chosen not to shed any rain. A handful of people sat in a mass, in front of a priest. They were all talking anxiously and shifted in their seats. The thought crossed all of them: why wear your best clothes, just to sit in them for three hours? But they all had and were dressed in either dress or suit. The music was cued and the cords melodically weaved in and out of the white flowers, the pale dogwood blossoms and the tail of an elegant white dress.
The small number of people all strained to turn around in their chairs. Breaths left lungs, and gasps escaped mouths as their eyes found what they had come to see.
Bella.
Her hair was left flowing across her shoulders, with an elegant white flower braided into the locks. It became very obvious that Alice had had too much fun; and so, stood beaming at her handy work from the place beside the priest as the maid of honor. At Bella's arm was Charlie. His scowl at this whole idea was hidden behind a fake lift of the cheeks and a flash of teeth. Yet there was an unmistakable glint of happiness that swelled in his eyes; the pride of a father.
The slow pace that they went at was traditional. Bella just hoped that the strain of walking in slow motion wouldn't send her tumbling down the walkway in a mess of white lace and mutilated petals.
And there stood Edward. His bronze hair was a little neater than the usual; his topaz eyes were light and sparkling with what could only be described as love. Behind him stood Emmet, his broad shape making Edward seem very lean and slight. Yet some knew different, and others wondered.
Charlie was reluctant to let go of his daughter as they reached their destination. Unhooking his arm from hers, he made his way in a huff to sit beside Rene, in the first row of seats. Bella's mother tipped her head closer to her ex-husband's.
"Relax Charlie. It's not like you're going to lose her forever." When he didn't respond, she gave him a pat on the shoulder and returned to watching her daughter. Unintentionally, she caught Edward's eyes and immediately looked away. His expression filled her with unease, as a voice rose in the back of her mind and filled her with a strange feeling. You have no idea.
After the exciting dialogue that is included during the ceremony of courtship, Edward took Bella's left hand and placed her ring finger through the delicate band promised to her. Bella did the same for him, though her face went scarlet in the process. To be getting married was the very last thought on her mind when she had first moved to Forks. Mind you, so was falling in love with a vampire. Yet there he stood, pale skin covering his ridiculously good looking features, and she stood with him in front of a priest.
Bella managed to stammer her way through the "I do" s then felt her breathing stop as the priest announced their kiss. Charlie braced himself, Alice and Emmet leaned forward in suspense, and the rest, a small gathering of a now mingled Cullen family and Bella's closest relations, just opened their eyes wide and resisted the urge to blink.
Bella found herself frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. It felt too weird, and almost superficial, with everyone watching. But, before she could think anymore, she felt the cold press of Edward's lips on hers. They let her forget the people staring at her from their plastic seats and invited her to what she wanted most; his movements guiding her with every breath. And though his lips always felt as if they were ice, for Bella…
...they could melt anything.