A/N DON'T GET LAZY AND NOT REVIEW ON "THE QUEENS."
If you could see what I'm thinking. . .
I'm not drunk.
I'm just happy.
Rachel, Rebecca, Emily and Kim were drunk simply because they are humans who can't hold their liquor like I'm able to. They passed out about an hour ago.
Obviously, Alice and Bella don't drink and can't sleep so they were just as awake as I was. Alice went out to hunt so that just leaves Bella and I. She's been such a gracious friend to me even after the little incident between her daughter and I. Not very many woman can face her friend after such a traumatic experience.
I misjudged her so wrongly. Based on how she had treated Jacob, I just assumed she was a cold and selfish pain-in-the-ass but in reality, she was sweet and actually quite charismatic. It's easy to see why he used to like her so much. Our whole relationship was just awkward when I truly think about it: she used to be the love of Jacob's life and as obsessed with her as he was, we were to wed tomorrow. Now we're practically best friends and as much as I used to hate her, I fucking loved her now.
She was good to me in a way no other girl has even bothered to be with me. Emily and I used to have something like this but it's taken a lot of tears for me to even consider fully trusting her. In a way, my emotions in an unmindful way blame her a bit for what happened to Jacob last year. I know it was my fault but I immaturely never take responsibility, and I'm oddly content with that annoying and childish trait of mine. I'm also satisfied with how big of a bitch I've been to everyone lately.
But no one has ever called me out on it. So, maybe that's why I don't care about it.
Bella sure didn't care.
"You and Jacob are too fucking adorable," she compliments me as she goes through the pictures on my phone. I giggle at his mention. Here come the butterflies. . .
"Yeah, we get that a lot," I reply as I brush out the waves of my hair so that it's easier to manage when Alice styles it tomorrow.
"So is Doll."
"Yeah, that too," I smile while imagining her sound asleep at Sue's with Bronx under her arm. "She's probably been waiting for this day longer than I have."
"Your wedding?" She flips over in my bed to face the bathroom.
"Yeah." I put the brush down and put my mane into a hair tie. "When it was just us two, I'd tuck her into bed at night, and she'd always say a prayer that when I find whoever her dad was, that we get married. All she ever really cared about was my happiness."
"Aw," she coos and sits upright over the edge of the mattress. "That's so sweet."
It was actually. I turn the bathroom light out and exit to lay next to her. "It is. All her and Sue ever did before Jacob proposed was pressure him to marry me. I can't believe I'm actually walking down the isle tomorrow."
The thought of me being someone's wife, let alone Jacob Black's, was a strange concept to think about. I used to be head over heels in love with Sam, and couldn't fucking stand Jacob. But here I was, seven or so years later, wearing his mother's ring, only hours away from kissing him into our eternity.
"I felt the same way. I never thought it'd actually happen but, damn, here I am, " she stares at the ground without blinking. I nudge her cus she knows I find it creepy. She blinks. "Nervous?"
I involuntarily shrug. "Not about the wedding or getting married. I'm more scared of what's gonna happen in the future."
"Meaning?"
"What if he doesn't find me attractive after a certain point?"
"He'd be crazy not to." She lays back down beside me and cuddles in close with a pillow. "You're smoking hot."
I laugh and let my eyes wander up at the darkness of our bedroom. "I'm just worried he'll get too lazy to wanna touch me anymore."
"He won't. Him, like every other male on this Earth, is fueled by sex. And it doesn't matter if you gain two pound or twenty, he won't be able to keep his hands off of you," she reassures me and runs a few fingers through the ends of my ponytail.
"You know that for sure?"
"Edward likes to creep in his thoughts and basically that's all he can think about whenever you're around. He's shown me some pretty graphic images."
Well, that's a relief. "That's my Jacob. Ugh, I swear it's gonna be fucking on tomorrow night." I know that for damn sure. I had no clue where Jacob was taking us for our honeymoon but wherever it was, I was gonna have him begging and whining for me. These long and testy months of celibacy were killing us both so we could last for who knows how long? All I know is that it was gonna be a buck wild time.
Bella's hearty laugh fills my ears and echoes in the huge room. "I'm happy for you two."
"Thanks. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid tonight." I know Jacob was usually an easy going guy in terms of partying and he was-for the most part-faithful but that doesn't mean I shouldn't worry. Under the influence of alcohol and his boys, he could have just about any random whore sucking and licking all over his balls and feel little remorse. Jacob wasn't heartless and felt guilt and I know I should have a little more faith in him, but it's irritating not knowing what he's up to. If I was behaving, so should he.
"He won't. He learned his lesson," she hisses while beginning to twirl her own hair.
"But-"
"No buts. He loves you, alright? Fuck the imprint, to be honest." She throws her arms upward for emphasis. "And if he is tongue fucking some other girl right now, then you have the power to give him hell for the rest of his life."
"Mm. . ." I moan. "His tongue."
"What about it?"
"It's so long and ooh."
She smirks. "How is he in bed, anyway?"
I could go on forever talking about how fucking beautiful his ability to drive me crazy is. "Let's just say that we've had to invest in bed sheets on more than one occasion."
"Damn."
"I know right?" My giggles cannot be withheld. Tomorrow night just won't come fast enough. "He's a damn machine."
"I'll bet," she sighs. "Vampire sex isn't too bad, either."
"How's Edward in bed?" I'm genuinely curious.
"At first, he was, like, scared to touch me. Now, he's a fucking animal."
"Can vampire have orgasms?"
"Yeah. It takes a bit longer but I'm not complaining. I'll bet werewolf sex is pretty crazy, huh?"
"You have no idea."
We lay in silence for a second. I yawn and automatically turn over to be on my pillow but I land on her chest instead. I'm too sleepy to care at this point so I just stay there. She begins to caress my head and I replace her icy fingers with Jacob's warmer, calloused ones. The tiny hairs along my neck stand when they meet her cold skin. I get goosebumps but I still squeeze her a bit tighter than I would've. My eyes droop but they manage to meet hers and stare into her gold irises.
"What do you think the boys are doing?" She asks and I raise my head a bit, our faces nearly an inch apart. I've been immune to her overall scent, so all I can intake is the smell of her minted breath. It's inviting.
"Being bad," I answer and slide upward to touch our foreheads. I don't know what the hell I'm doing but it promised fun and possibly adventure. I grin in the anticipation of the naughtiness and come to grips that I'm actually attracted to her right now. Who gave a fuck is she's a vampire? She's kinda sexy in that way.
Theses feelings must've been mutual 'cause she sits us upward and takes her sweet time pressing her lips to mine. I shiver but get her tongue, deepening the kiss. I'm nearly ashamed at how much I like this.
"Are we bad?" She questions as she nudges our noses. My fingers snake along her sides, over her breasts, arms, neck, and jawline and onto her scalp, where they intertwine with the soft strands to pull her closer if it were even possible. She growls up a moan.
"A little," I respond and let this sudden side of me kiss her again. "Watch your thoughts."
Lesbian Leah was an interesting character I'd have to tame before tomorrow morning. I sneak a peak at the digital clock and see it's already passed midnight. Somehow, I can't stop cus I don't know why this bitch suddenly feels so good.
Since I lack taking responsibility, I blame the alcohol for whatever Bella and I do on mine and Jacob's bed for the next half hour. I'm not sure if it was sex or not, but whatever the hell it is, feels amazing.
Once the lesbian side of me has been handled, the Bridezilla is back in full swing.
The service starts at two in the afternoon, but my excitement, jitters, and nerves get me up and eight in the morning. The only thing left to do besides get married was to get gorgeous and that could take forever. I panicked a bit about my dress, Baby Doll's and Sue's till they showed up at ten with their outfits in hand-including the little doggy tux for Bronx.
Alice had hair and makeup duty while Rachel and Rebecca worked on nails. I already had naturally long nails but her and Alice still felt that acrylic was necessary. This was probably gonna be the most stress less part of my day cus all I had to do was sit in this stool, stare at my reflection, and let them do the work. Bella ran off with Emily to get the bridesmaid dresses and my reception dress from the tailor's since I forgot to do it last week and I'm one hundred percent positive the store's owner didn't wanna see me after the whole dress ripping episode.
"Did Jacob tell you where he's taking you yet?" Rachel asks as she gets together the fancy nail polish, files and cuticle cutter Alice provided her on the Jacob's side of the bathroom counter. Rebecca begins the pedicure spa machine after filling it with warm water and bath salts.
I shake my head and flash some facial expressions I've been practicing to keep my tears at the ceremony in the mirror before me. "Nope," I sigh. Alice plugs in the blow drier and inspects the products I instructed her to use to get it into the style I desired. The pixie like woman sets the heat on the machine and grabs my brush.
"Any guesses?" Sue asks.
"Knowing him, he'd probably just take me back here," I chuckle a bit.
"Well, that's romantic," Becca adds sarcastically and begins Doll's nails first.
The only time I really regret growing my hair back out was when I had to actually do it. It took a lot longer to blow dry but at the slickness and rate Alice was going, she was finished drying it within five minutes versus the usual twenty it takes me. I'd cut it again but Jacob really likes it long and I feel I'd regret it soon after, even though my hair grows a centimeter or two every day. Straightening it was tough as well but Alice knows what she's doing. She was finished straightening it within half an hour so now it's time to put it up.
"What'r you gonna do with my hair?" Doll asks Alice tiredly as she watches Sue put a second coat of the green polish over her tiny fingernails.
"Right after I'm down with Lee's," she replies with a bobby pin in her teeth. "You never told me what you wanted me to do with it."
"I want a ponytail like Mommy's."
"Alright, we can do that. You washed it like we told you to, right?"
She nods and looks at me now. "Can I wear makeup, too?"
"Trying to impress Carson?" I tease and her face and ears goes pink. She was looking forward to seeing him more than anybody tonight.
"Ooh, Carson," Alice sings and tightens the ponytail atop my head, then stick a bobby pin in so it stays. Sue laughs at her granddaughter.
"No. I just wanna look like you today," she explains even though we all knew that was a lie. She talks about him only always.
"Whatever you say, Doll. You can wear a little mascara and lip gloss but that's it."
"Fine."
The pampering must've made time fly cus once our hair, nails, and makeup is done and we have our dresses, it's already one o' clock. I wanted to beat Jacob to the venue in Forks because I didn't want him to see me or me see him. I hear it's bad luck.
Luckily, we're there before the boys are, giving us a good opportunity to make sure everything was in place and in order from colors, lighting, placement and presentation. I take a minute to let this moment sink in by standing in the the center of the empty dance area and staring at myself in the freshly buffed, wooden floor. In a few hours, Jake and I are gonna have our first dance as a married couple right here in this very spot as this huge chandelier dangles above our heads. Our guests would be seated at these very tables, watching us in awe as they marvel at our choice of decor. Our theme was La Push which is why our earthy palette was so crazy from greens to light browns and to a classic champagne color his sisters had suggested.
It was so beautiful in here. Despite I had to be a bitch to get it this way, it was worth it.
Everything's perfect and it'll stay perfect if I had anything to do with it. I was a Bridezilla till the second the clock strikes twelve and everyone should know by now, I will not hesitate to bomb anyone out. This was my day. Anyone who tried to jeopardize or ruin my princess wedding was in the line of fire. I've worked too damn hard to let it be ruined.
Jacob's sneakers squeak against the reception hall's floors as I strut out and into the backrooms so I could get into my dress. I walk slowly, savoring each second.
I'm not one to get nervous, but my heart kinda skips a few beats when Paul informs me that guest have begun to arrive and it's looking like an all present event, meaning everyone we invited is showing-even Seth and Nessie.
My hands are shaking as I button up my shirt and fix my tie. What was I to even be so jittery about? All I had to do was stand there, stare at that heartbreaking, showstopping woman and say my vows that I spent a week writing with Billy's help. Then we kiss and boom: we're married. Bring on the sex.
I sigh and circle the dressing room a few times.
She loves you, she loves you, she loves you. . . I keep repeating to myself. My worst nightmare was being jilted, especially with Leah's past with running away. I gotta snap myself out of this cus the ceremony starts in fifteen minutes!
Ugh, I wanted a fucking blunt right now. Correction: I needed one given how unnecessarily hyped this adrenaline had me. She was probably chilling like a villain right now cus she was just so calm all the time. Planning this whole thing should've worn her out.
It's not like I was guilty of anything either! I was a good boy last night so there's nothing for her to find out about.
My reflection in the full length mirror seems confident in its well dressed and sharp appearance. I take a few breaths and practice saying my vows to myself so when I say them to her, my tongue doesn't get tied.
The knock at the door startles me after those long fifteen minutes. My stomach drops, then I realize I'm sweating.
"Jake," Paul call on the other side of the door.
"Yeah?"
"We're starting in two minutes. Get out here."
I bite my lip and stuff the worn and torn sheet of notebook paper with my vows on it back into my pocket. "I'll be right out."
Every one of my inhibitions and worries wash away once I exit the dressing room, head held high. I look all of our guests in the eye as I take my place at the alter, ready to become Leah's hubby. The adrenaline returns but it's a good kind of rush. What the hell was I so worried about? This was gonna be fun.
A couple minutes later, those doors down the isle finally open and my heart goes haywire. Baby Doll appears with Bronx on her side from around that corner with her basket of flower petals, awaiting Leah's cue to begin walking. Any second now, she'll enter the room, and everyone will bow in her presence.
Okay, not bow but this princess-meets-La Push theme encourages it.
My foot begins to tap.
The music has been playing for quite a while now. She should be out by now.
Panic washes through me as I search the crowd for a rhyme and reason as to why in the blue hell she hasn't come out yet. I avoid Seth's eyes cus I just knew he was sporting some smug punk smirk. My lips begin to quiver cus I have to resist shouting her name.
I subtly look to my right and see her bridal party was looking around just as confused as I was. The crowd begins to mutter.
Oh, please don't let my nightmare come true. I fucking jinxed it!
My groomsmen are sharing glances with each other and the bridal party. I just stand there, looking like an idiot while the pastor checks his watch. Baby Doll has an impatient frown on her face as she checks behind her to make sure she's not missing her cue.
It seems like sixty-five fucking years pass till Bella and Sue exit out the doors in a hurry. I wait and pray I don't begin to make a fool of myself by breaking down into tears cus it sucks I love her so much to actually do so. What if she pulls a Mary-Jane Watson and runs off to be with Spiderman?!
Bella and Sue return after a few minutes, restoring my sanity. Bella goes back to her spot in the bridal lineup while Sue approaches me with a half smile. Her heel clicks upon the alter when she steps up. I lean in to hear her whisper.
"She's having a moment," she explains.
With Leah, that could mean anything. "Meaning?"
"She's just nervous. Go talk to her."
Exhaling out all my insecurities, I nod and try to ignore everyone's stares as I follow the path towards the girl's dressing room. My legs wobble a bit but I make it there without having a heart attack.
I knock once. "Leah?"
There's a faint sniffle on the opposite side of the door. "Jacob, I'm sorry."
"You wanna tell me what's wrong with you?"
I picture her on the floor, weeping into her veil. I twist the knob to open it but it's quickly pushed back in my face as the door locks shut.
"Don't come in!"
"Why?"
"Cus the groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding."
"Oh, so you still plan on getting married?" I joke but she doesn't find it funny.
"Don't make fun of me."
"Just tell me what's wrong. Why'd you leave me standing there?"
It's silent for a moment or two. Good thing I'm willing to wait.
"I don't wanna marry you anymore," she whines all of a sudden.
I'd be right there next to you.