This is my first chapter to my first story. A friend edited this one, so it's brilliant (I think). Unfortunately, (disclaimer) I do not own the characters of Twilight Series, just the events that happen in my story.

I woke – up to the bright sunshine coming through my windows. I could barely remember yesterday. Still tired, I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 8:30. Alice would be here in half an hour. It was August 15th, the day I was getting married to Edward Cullen.

After several long moments, I got out of bed and began making myself decent enough for Alice to work with. The wedding would begin at noon in the large main room of the Cullen house. Alice was intent on getting to get me ready.

I went down stairs to eat breakfast. Just before I finished, the doorbell rang I quickly got up and walked to the door. Alice had a huge grin on her face and was bouncing up and down.

"Ready?" she asked.

I could only groan.

She stopped bouncing and her smile faded. She took my shoulder and led me to the car, pausing shortly to close the door. I got in and she danced to the other side of the car. The beautiful Porsche began to purr as she turned the key.

"It will be okay," she assured me as she began to drive at a reckless 115 miles per hour.

I closed my eyes and turned to the window. I wanted to marry Edward, just not now, not so soon. I knew it had to be done. My family and friends wouldn't like it if I just disappeared.

We were there, at the house. I stepped out and began walking toward the door. Beside me, Alice danced, not speaking a word, but obviously sorry.

The next few hours were a blur. When Alice was done, I looked -of course- amazing. At least, amazing as I could possibly get. I knew that I would still look plain against Edward's god-like features. I was no Rosalie. I was in my one-of-a-kind 1918 wedding dress, and Alice was in her also one-of-a-kind bride's maid dress. Her face needed no make-up.

I was nervous though we had practiced plenty. I would walk to the stairs and Charlie would meet me. At the bottom, a short aisle awaited, for only a few people came. Charlie, Renee, Jacob, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. Edward waited at the front in the same suit he wore to prom. Next to him would be Carlisle, the best man, also in a suit. Alice would be next to me, my maid of honor. The town's minister would lead. After, Charlie and Renee would take Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and I out to eat. After that, I couldn't be sure. I would have asked Alice, but the clock struck 12. It was time.

Slowly at first, I walked to the stairs. Charlie took my arm and led me. This wasn't going to be too hard.

I quietly waited for the minister to finish. When I heard the end coming up, I tensed. I wanted my vow to be absolutely true.

Jacob was sitting just 10 feet away from where Edward and I stood. I felt his eyes staring at me, his expression giving off a feel of utter sadness beneath his usual look of forced control around Edward.

"I'm sorry," I thought. "I'm truly sorry, but I have to."

At once, my attention snapped back as I heard Edward's velvet voice say 'I do."

It was my turn. Could I do it? When I notice the silence, I knew what it meant. All eyes were on me. I couldn't turn around and watch Jacob, so I readied myself to look into Edward's liquid gold eyes, swimming with emotion.

He wasn't mad, or upset, or overly excited. His beautiful face did a fine job of hiding its feelings, but his eyes failed him. Worry, fear, and understanding leaked through.

"I do," I chocked out.

All those same emotions still showed, but I also found a spark of relief in his gorgeous eyes.

Suddenly, Edward bent down to kiss me. One hand held my face and his other stroked my hair. His cold lips touched mine and I could hear my heart racing, my face blushing.

All too quickly, he stopped. We turned together to face our audience. Jacob stood up and stared at me. He was clearly crying- something I had never seen from Jacob before. I wanted to call out his name, but he was gone before my frozen lips could utter a word. I had to remind myself to breathe again. I knew that meant good-bye.

Slowly, each one quickly smiling at us, the others walked away, Renee, Charlie, Carlisle, and Esme remained with us.

Charlie was smiling, despite his obvious disapproval, and Renee was in tears. Carlisle looked at me with a gentle smile and Esme tried to calm Renee down.

Renee rushed to hug me and then stepped back, suddenly sorry. I gave Renee another forgiving hug before I got a hug from Charlie, who softly pinched my cheek and then turned to leave.

Renee stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you," she whispered, before following Charlie out of the house. "Be good."

"Your mother is leaving to go take care of Paul," Esme softly said. "Your father will be taking her to the airport. We promised to make sure you were safe. Until college begins, your parents have agreed to let you stay here, with Edward."

When I was sure they were gone, I sighed in relief and turned to Carlisle and Esme.

Something about my expression must have been funny, because they all began to laugh. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I looked down.

In unison, Carlisle and Esme said congratulations to us. Quickly, Esme kissed my forehead, and then they both walked away.

I looked at Edward. His eyes still held a trace of worry.

"Would you like to go home," he asked in his velvet voice.

Though I wasn't sure why he'd ask that, I cringed in response and shook my head. He chuckled.

"Would you like to go to the meadow, or stay here?" he finished.

Still unsure why it mattered, I thought about it.

"Here," I said.

Enough of an answer he picked me up and carried me up the stairs to his room, at an unusually slow pace. Human pace. Along the way, he told me all my stuff had already been moved, and I would be staying in his room.

When we got to the door, he set me down and gave me some privacy for me to have "human time". When I was done, it was 2:00.

Edward glided back in and sat on the couch. I noticed he had changed into casual wear.

I walked over and wearily sat in his lap, worn out from all of the emotion I had felt in the past few hours. I looked up at his face. The look of fear and worry that had been carved into him all day was still present. Carefully, I laid my head against his chest and looked at him again, with a questioning expression.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, telling me he was fine. To be sure I got the message, he buried his face in my hair, kissing my head, trying to prove everything was normal.

When he was sure I felt better, he quickly adjusted himself to turn on the music. It was a soft tune, calming my nerves. Our positions were, yet again, altered. He had spread his body out on the couch and pulled me on top of him. His strong arms still held my body, one rubbing my back, and his face was buried in my hair again.

Despite his cool hard body, I felt comfortable. My muscles relaxed and I almost forgot where I was, the smell of his breath intoxicating me. We lay like that, listening to the music for a long time. I must have fallen asleep because it seemed like less than an hour before darkness fell like a curtain over Edward's – now our – room.

All that time, he had been so peaceful. His breathing was steady, as was his hand on my back. I looked up once-in-a-while. His eyes were always closed, his face always peaceful, his crooked smile always encouraging.

I was quite the opposite. I was constantly thinking. Wondering why he asked me where I wanted to go, why he had looked so worried, why Charlie and Renee had to go. Finally, I hate myself for this one, I wondered if saying "I do" was the right choice. Everything felt so right. So right, that it felt wrong.

Too soon, Edward rose to his feet, holding me in his arms. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I was surprised.

He sat me down on the bed, turned down the volume on the stereo, and sat next to me.

"So," he began, "you must be anxious to try."