I don't know, something about "From Now On" just made me want to get up and dance. And right a silly story with it, which I don't normally do. Anyway, I don't own Twilight or the soundtrack! Don't be afraid of that review button!

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The Cullen home had been hijacked. By whom, you might ask? The answer is always Alice.

She'd dragged me to her bedroom one morning, sitting me on her lacy bed, telling me to close my eyes.

"Why?" I asked, instantly suspicious.

"Don't ask questions. I'm the one who sees the future, remember? Just trust me."

"I do trust you," I mumbled. "You just like to torture me."

"I do not torture, Bella. I nurture, fix, and urge… generally for your own good. That's very different."

I for one didn't see the difference, because most things "for my own good" were against my will. But I closed my eyes anyway, surrendering myself to my sister-in-law.

The next ten minutes were punctuated by pulling my hair and my clothes off, which I normally only appreciated being done by Edward. I could feel her tugging on what I was sure were a pair of tights. And what was she tying around my neck? Nect came an ill-advised headband, which would do nothing for my hair. Ah, there was the makeup. Alice never lost an opportunity to give me a makeover. One thing was for sure, I definitely appreciated vampire speed now, because what would normally have taken an hour at a regular pace, considering I was blind, was completed in mere minutes.

I could only wonder what this was all about.

I found out when he went downstairs, Alice carrying me over her shoulder despite my protests. I still couldn't see. She set me down in front of what I assumed was the living room. It smelled different, though, puzzling me. Like a particularly strong floral scent. And it was somehow giving off heat.

"You may open your eyes now, Bella." Alice said. She'd transformed the Cullen living room into something of a time capsule. Streamers fell from the ceiling, and there were lava lamps on every open space, giving the room an eerie coloring. And a disco ball, sending sparkling lights everywhere. It was dazzling, especially since I could see everything in the darkness with my vampiric sight.

"This isn't a dream?" Bella breathed to Alice, who only gave a broad smile.

"No, my dear sister. Be careful not to faint, now, or all my hard work will have gone to waste!"

Despite what Alice had said, I was fairly certain this must be a figment of my imagination. Could vampires hallucinate? I would have to ask Carlisle about that. For standing before me was my heavenly husband, as well as my daughter… both in clothing that was obviously not from this decade. Or the decade before.

Edward was wearing a pair of bell-bottoms. And not flare jeans, no, real ones. If that wasn't enough to throw me for a loop, they were bright purple, with a matching vest. And he was wearing a headband. And my daughter was in a jumpsuit.

I didn't know whether to be horrified, or amused.

I burst out laughing, needing to wipe my eyes at the sight, "You look ridiculous!"

"And you look beautiful, as always." Edward returned.

I realized I hadn't even examined myself, and I gave myself a quick onceover. It was as horrible as I'd feared. Alice had color coordinated me to Edward, in a purple dress, lavender tights, and violet heels. Ah, she'd put a green scarf around my neck.

I rolled my eyes at Edward. He wouldn't say anything deprecating about my appearance if I walked around wearing a meat dress. And this was nearly as bad.

"Alice got to you."

"Yes, I'd like to say she's behind this whole charade. But I have to shoulder some of the blame myself."

"What? What's this all about?"

"We decided to make up for lost time."

My brows wrinkled in confusion, and then things started to make sense. The trip back in time…

"You did it for me."

"Bella, I'd never want you to think less of yourself, just because you were a mortal."

"I don't!" I started, "Well… not exactly."

He was right—I'd felt strange whenever he and Alice had discussed the years before I was a part of their life. Like I was missing out. They'd already lived such long lives before Edward had even met me. I pretended it didn't bother me, but Edward had obviously noticed.

"You see, Bella? Now it's like you've been a part of my life forever." The light bounced off his skin, making it sparkle haphazardly.

I couldn't resist grinning like a child. "You really didn't have to, Edward!"

"This is only right. If I had my way, you would have been by my side from the beginning, anyway. Now you can experience the years we have. The family agreed, because we all want you to feel welcomed."

"Even Rosalie?" I asked doubtfully.

"After some cajoling… and a fair amount of bribery—yes, she agreed to take a trip down memory lane with the family. And speak of the devil, here she and Emmett come."

Somehow, Rosalie managed to look glamorous in go-go boots and a nauseating hot pink dress. Emmett was surprisingly the most demure of the group, settling for a white suit.

How could I possibly feel anything but welcome, with a party like this?

He took my hand. My face felt like it was splitting open at the vision before my eyes. It was just too ludicrous.

"Thank you, Edward. You have no idea how much this means to me. That all of you did this for me."

"We love you, Bella. It was nothing. Esme and I enjoyed the decorating challenge." Alice said from the doorway. I hadn't even seen her leave.

Alice was back in costume, now the spitting image of Velma from Scooby Doo, without the glasses. But she looked damn good, her orange sweater clinging in all the right places. Her red skirt was just an inch shorter than necessary, leaving nothing to the imagination. Instead of looking stupid, she looked like a sexy school girl. Needless to say, I was impressed.

That girl can wear anything!

Jasper trailed behind her, seemingly in more pain than the first day I'd seen him. Alice, probably knowing how much he was suffering, had let him get by with a simple green shirt and maroon khakis. He seemed happier when he caught the mood of the people in the room.

"Oh, here come Esme and Carlisle." Alice said, nodding behind her.

Carlisle must have been too good-natured to say no to this whole thing, and Esme tugged him into the room. The Cullen matriarch had obviously gone for the hippie approach, her hair looped with a daisy chain, and wearing a natural looking top.

"I was a real appreciater of the "flower power" movement." Esme explained.

"Not surprising, since you're all vegetarians." I said, an attempt at a joke.

I felt a bit embarrassed that they'd done all this on my account, all due to my insecurities and selfishness.

Edward, seeming to read my mind (he'd gotten better at reading me), cut me off before I even had a chance to open my mouth. "It was a fun project for Alice. Don't deny her her fun. And Renesmee was fascinated," He chuckled, smiling down warmly at out daughter, who'd left her chair at the table to join us.

"Yeah, mom! It's exactly like what I read about last week, the clothes and the music and everything!"

"And why were you reading about the seventies?" I asked suspiciously.

Edward looked sheepish, if that was possible for him, "Alice may have let slip that we were planning a few themed parties. Renesmee was curious, naturally. I'd say by now, she knows as much about that decade as any of us do."

My mouth fell open, finally processing part of that statement. "A few? What do you mean by that, Edward Cullen! You'd better not be doing what I think you're going to do."

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, darling." He said.

I just sighed, relenting. If Alice had her mind set, it was already too late.

Renesmee tugged my sleeve, a mischievous glitter in her eye. I recognized that to be one of Alice's usual expressions when she wanted to torture me, and I vowed to leave them alone together less than I did.

"I think Dad's missing one thing." She said.

"And what might that be?"

She pulled an afro wig out from behind her back, and I chuckled with mirth.

"Curtesy of Aunt Alice!" Renesmee chirped.

Edward glared at the thing, like he wished it would burst into flames. "I should have known she'd do something like this. My least favorite memory of the seventies."

Another shocker. "Please tell me you didn't have an afro."

"Nearly. I was Alice's personal doll for far too long. I managed to talk her out of it, though."

Alice suddenly appeared next to them. "No, I just couldn't do anything about it after you shaved your head!"

"It was the only thing that would stop you." Edward said.

"Okay, I really don't need that mental image." I muttered.

"Well, how about another? Edward is quite the talented dancer." Alice added with a wink at Edward. She glanced at Jasper, and as if on cue, music started blaring from the speakers in the corner. Stayin' Alive, a classic that even I knew about.

Edward, holding my waist, eased me into the middle of the floor.

"We are not boogeying, Edward Cullen."

"Wrong decade, Bella. These were the years of disco."

I blushed, and he guided my hands in a pathetically half-hearted "stayin' alive" dance move. Renesmee insisted I do it right, and my heart warmed at the sight of my husband and daughter doing the most graceful moonwalk I'd ever seen. They even got me to join in, though Edward was gentlemanly enough to keep his laughter to himself. My daughter, on the other hand, was not so gracious. We went through a playlist of the classics, a dance party of sparkling vampires.

Tired of seeing me flounder, Edward spun me into a slow dance to Stairway To Heaven.

Needless to say, I would never forget this day, no matter how many eternities were in my future.

"Picture time!" Esme interrupted, beckoning to everyone.

"Do we have to?" I said, feeling a little ungrateful. But if there was one thing I hated, it was attention. Thus, pictures weren't my favorite.

"Esme loves documenting things like this. So yes, we have to." Edward answered. I supposed this was just what mothers did, and I wondered if I'd have that instinct at some point.

She gathered the family under the disco ball and set the timer on the camera placed on the table.

I felt mortified. "I really hope I won't show up on film."

The camera flashed, and Esme checked the picture that popped out automatically. "No such luck, I'm afraid. You're a normal vampire in that respect. This is going in the photo album!"

I groaned, hiding my face in Edward's neck.

"Bella, from now on, you'll be watching the years go by, just like all of us. You and me." He whispered in my ear.

I couldn't think of anything I wanted more.

After the Party…

"Hey, Alice?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Where'd all the furniture go?"

"It's all upstairs. We moved it this morning."

Sometimes, I really loved living with vampires.