Meanwhile, in California...

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~Narcissist - Hedley


The has been high school hero

He's first in line in his whole mind and doesn't care about the rest

She's a suburban princess

She's had it all since she was small and sucking on a silver spoon

Another gold card purchase

This daddy's girl thinks the whole world revolves around her like the moon


Edward POV

I wrapped my arms around my girlfriend and kissed her neck softly. She laughed and slapped me away. I smiled and nuzzled against her again. Rosalie turned in my arms and held my face in her hands. I raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her next move. She rolled her eyes before kissing me with her full, red lips.

It was insane thinking about how far I'd come with Rosalie Hale. We were completely in love and a year ago, I wouldn't have thought that would be possible. I stared at the hand that held mine as we sat on her couch, watching a movie with my sister, Alice and her boyfriend, Jacob Black. Surrounding the long, slender ring finger of her left hand, was a beautiful ring, passed down from many generations in my family. The ring that symbolized we would soon be together in a much more notable way...

*Flashback*

"Edward, Rosalie, we feel that this is the best decision for the both of you," Mr. Hale says as we sit there staring at him like he has three heads. Even they had explained it over and over, I can't quite believe what I am hearing.

"Umm... Yeah... But what about how we feel?" I say. I know it's rude, but I'm too shocked to try to be semi-polite. And I guess I have to do the talking because Rosalie is just sitting there looking horrified.

"Well, Edward," my father, Carlisle, cuts in, "you've made it clear that you feel it's okay to take advantage of every girl you meet." His gaze is steady as I glare at him. "You can't be some playboy for the rest of your life."

"That's not who I'm going to be, but I wasn't planning on Rosalie being my wife!" He doesn't have the right to say anything about me. It's my life.

"Well, start planning, Edward," Esme, my mother, says quietly. I gape at her. I can't believe my parents have agreed to this.

"Why can't I make my own decisions?" I ask after a moment of quiet.

"Because you're headed down an unstable path, Edward," Carlisle answers. I roll my eyes. "We won't let you slip away from us. You don't want to throw away everything you've been given. So, since you've been known to make the wrong choice, we have to start choosing for you."

"What about Rosalie?" I demand. She hasn't said a word and I glance at her beside me, her face in her hands. "What has she done wrong? Why aren't you letting her choose?"

Rosalie's father laughs, quite inappropriate for the serious conversation. "You see, son, my daughter is a leader. She knows how to keep people in line."

"In other words, you think that she'll stop me from doing what I want," I say flatly.

"Rosalie is a good girl, Edward," Esme cuts in. "You two have been friends for a long while now. When you're around each other, you're not so... wild. You're good for each other."

"And I still don't see where she gets her choice," I shoot back.

"I'll do what I know to be right." Rosalie's voice is quiet but clear. My expression is cold and she shrinks back just a bit.

"How is this right?" I say quietly. How can she be making this decision without even thinking it through? What about Tyler, her boyfriend? Then it hits me. She and Tyler broke up a few days before. She's been acting strange, but I just shrugged it off. She knew.

My eyes narrow at her, but she straightens up and stares right back without even blinking an eye.

"I'm not going to lose my son," Esme throws back at me. Her eyes fill with tears that she force back. "This is right because we're saving you from a life that you don't want. Believe me. You have so many opportunities, so many things to offer. We all care about you. And this isn't some sort of intervention," she says. "Rosalie is a wonderful person. You deserve each other. And she'll make you the happiest man on Earth. I promise you that."

Suddenly, all the fight is drained from my body. I look around the room. Rosalie's mother, who has managed to stay quiet for the entire discussion, her father, my own parents and Rosalie herself. They haven't screwed up like I have. They probably do know best.

"Can I just think about some stuff?" I ask no one in particular. "This is a lot to take in."

"Of course." Carlisle waves me off. "Take as much time as you need."

I stand and turn back to Rosalie still seated on the sofa in my living room. I take her hand and pull her up. But this is always how we were, holding hands sometimes, hugging. It feels no different now. People sometimes assume we're a couple, but we never have been.

"I need to talk to you." I lead her out the door and back to my house next door. We go up to my room, sitting on the edge of my bed.

She stares at me for a long time before sighing. "Just say it."

"You knew."

"Yes."

I stare at her, puzzled. "Why didn't you tell me? And why did you agree?"

"I was asked not to say anything. Your parents wanted to be there. And I agreed because, even though you're a pain in the ass a lot of the time, you're still my friend." She lays down and stares at the ceiling. "And, as stupid as it sounds, I think we would've ended up together anyway." Her eyes shift to me and she smiles.

I lay back next to her. "How long have they had this plan for?" I ask quietly.

"Since we were little, I think. After you moved here. My father has this dream of 'perfect grandchildren'." She rolls her eyes. "But your parents didn't want to make that decision for you so they let it go."

"Until?" I ask, propping myself up on one elbow, facing her.

"Until you became a wild, drunken, partying man-whore. Then the idea of sticking you with someone reliable and no-nonsense began to seem pretty good." She laughs gently and I find myself thinking how beautiful the sound is and wondering how I never noticed before.

I let my eyes rake over Rosalie, seeing her all over again. I don't know how I didn't see it before, but she is unbelievably beautiful. Like insanely hot. Her flowing blond hair, striking blue eyes and amazing figure. No wonder she has every guy panting after her. If we hadn't been friends when we were young, Rosalie probably would have been one of my many conquests. But she isn't. She's Rosalie. And I want something real with her.

"You're fucking gorgeous," I say.

"You're pretty hot yourself there, mister." She brushes a mess of my red-brown hair out of my eyes with a smile on her face.

"And this reliable, no-nonsense girl will take some drunken, partying man-whore?" I ask. It seems doubtful. She should just give up on me right now.

"Every part of him that she can get," she tells me.

And I kiss her then because it makes me so incredibly happy that someone wants me for who I really am. It might take me a while to get used to this idea, but I know I have to try, for my parents, for Rosalie, for me.

When I pull away, she smirks at me. "And, hey, they're the ones who will be paying for the wedding."

*End Flashback*


And on the day he met her
The high pretension of their love connection all but sealed the deal
Happily ever after who better for each other than another candidate to

Make a case
That all they've ever needed is a pretty face
But the bottom line about it is a 'never was' is all they'll ever be
They can't resist the paranoid delusions of a narcissist
But they're together anyways and share their self obsessed reality
We can't resist the paranoid delusions of a narcissist
It doesn't matter anyway cause we're a self fulfilling prophecies
Of make believe


Rosalie and I had been together for a year now and I knew my mother was right. We were good for each other. We just fit.

"Hey, Edward, the movie's over," Alice said, throwing a pillow at my head. I caught it and tossed it back at her. In the beginning, Alice had been a little weirded out by my arrangement with Rosalie, seeing how they were best friends, but she got over it pretty quickly.

"Edward Anthony Cullen! How dare you hit a girl! Your own sister even!" she squeaked, running over to hit me with another pillow. She got me in the head and I heard a snicker from across the room. I shot Jacob a dirty look and he returned it with his own steely gaze.

Jacob Black and I had never been on great terms. There was something about him that seemed off to me. He was a just a sketchy guy that I didn't feel like I could trust. Part of it was probably because he refused to talk about his past. He had only moved to San Francisco about three years ago and only said that he had lived in a small town in Washington. It made me suspicious of him, like he was hiding something bad, but Rose just said I was paranoid because he's dating my little sister. But that's not it. Not even close.

There was something off about Jacob Black.

But I rarely said anything to Alice anymore because I knew she cared for him a lot and hated when I made accusations. So, between us, it was just glaring and some small talk when mandatory.

"Oh calm down, Mary. You're just worried about your hair." She grimaced when I called her Mary. She thought her full name, Mary Alice, was just awful and she insisted on being called Alice. I ruffled her short, black, spiky hair playfully and she slapped my hand away.

Alice was tiny, extremely thin and short, maybe only 5'1, 5'2. And when she stood next to Jacob, the height difference was comical as he was about 6'5.

I laughed at my sister as she ran to the mirror to check her hair and wound my hand around Rosalie's. "Come walk with me."

We went outside in the warm evening air, leaving Jacob and Alice at Rose's place and walked hand in hand down the road. The sun was setting and it made the whole thing all romantic and shit.

"I really had fun last night," Rosalie said. Last night had been our one year anniversary and I had taken her out for a special evening. I made sure everything was the best of the best and bought her every gift I could imagine. That shit was fucking expensive, but worth it.

"I'm glad." I grinned before kissing her. We kept walking and people watched as we passed. I couldn't blame them, though. Rose and I made a hot couple and normal people couldn't help but stare at us. I mean,
Rosalie Hale is a goddess and I'm not afraid to admit that I'm fucking sexy. I won't deny it. I used that to my advantage a lot to get a number of girls before Rose and I were a couple.

"Hey Edward?" she said after a few minutes of quiet.

"Yeah?"

"Have you thought about the wedding at all?"

I kept my face smooth even though I was cringing internally. As much as I loved her, I still found it difficult to picture myself actually marrying Rosalie. "A little. But not too much. Why?"

"Well," she began, "I want it to be special. A big lavish wedding. The kind you see in movies. A huge ballroom." She sighed happily.

"Anything else, my princess," I asked her, kissing her cheek.

"I want a themed wedding." She had a faraway look in her eyes as she imagined it. "You know, something tasteful, but screams 'we have money'. I want it to make everybody jealous. And my father will be happy to pay for it all." She grinned.

"As will mine," I told her. Both of our families had a lot of money and it was no problem when it came to getting something we wanted.

She paused for a second. "And I've been thinking about the guest list."

"What's so big about the guest list? My family, yours, a few friends and probably fucking Jacob Black." I made a face. I had a feeling that their relationship would last even though I hated it.

She pushed me gently. "Be nice. It's rude to separate Jake from your friends."

I rolled my eyes, but let it go. "But what about the guest list? There will be a hell of a lot of people there."

"I was kind of hoping to invite my old friend. She lives in Forks, Washington now, I think. I don't know if they moved or not. I lost contact with her and her family a couple of years after you moved here."

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think you told me about her once. Betty or something, right?"

"Bella," she corrected. "Isabella Swan."

"Bella," I repeated.

"Yeah. I want her to be there. Her brother, Emmett, and her parents too."

"Cherry and Reynold?"

She sighed. "Charlie and Renee."

I laughed. "Oh, right."

"I want them to be there. They were important to me when I was young. They made an impact and I feel like they deserve to be at our wedding." She sighed again. "But I haven't talked to them in years. Who knows if they even stayed in Forks. I just want them to come. Wishful thinking, I guess..."

I pulled her to a stop. She stared at me, unsure.

"Rosalie, if you want them to come, then we'll get them there. No matter what."

Her face lit up. "Really?"

"Even if I have to go knocking on every single door in Forks just to find them."

"You'd really do that?" She seemed doubtful, not expecting something so generous from me.

"I'd do it for you. I promise." Her face broke out into a smile and she pulled my face down to kiss me, almost roughly.

And it was true. I'd do a lot of things to make Rosalie happy. Even if it means going to a tiny, muddy rainy town with a population of ten fucking people. Gross.


A/N: Another short chapter, but there won't be a lot of those. I promise. But it was probably my quickest update ever so that's good!

I'm going to be touching more on everybody's life throughout the story and yes we will be learning A LOT more about Jacob and his past in a little town in Washington... hmm ;)

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~Kara