Ah, so here I am. I 'survived' the night, but it was painful. I've had to spend a few nights with Mom and her boyfriend before when we went to Colorado. He snores. Absurdly. On the first night, last summer, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I was being attacked by demons.

Haha, no demons. Just Randy's snoring.

I wasn't an insomniac back then, though. So I didn't fret much. If you fell asleep before him, you were fine. Unfortunately, I'm an insomniac now, and I keep waking up. I recorded it on my camera. It's absolutely… awful. Me and my sister were doubling over in hysterics last night (She had never heard him snore before.) and kept making me wake everyone up. Mom threatened to ground me if I did it again, haha.

I contemplated strangling him to death with the phone cord, or smothering him with his pillow. In the end, I almost slept in the bathroom…. And then I thought of stealing Dani's (My sister.) key card and sleeping in the hall.

I suffered 7 hours of sleepless pain. That AWFUL SNORING! AHHH!

But yeah, I'm writing this on ZIP sleep. So I expect it may be a little….loopy, lol.

Oh yes, that reminds me. Bella and Edward are human in my story… For now.

Not for long, muahaha!

But yeah, I wouldn't dwell on that for now. It's a very…unplanned story. I'm still not entirely sure what's going on. Right now I have the few key things I want to happen in the plot. Then I have the fluffy stuff I want to happen. I'm just not sure how I'm going to smash it all together.

Disclaimer: Haha, I just wrote a one-shot of what happens when Stephenie Meyer happens across Bella and Edward when she finds a meadow in Forks, lol. It's going up right after this.

But sadly, Stephenie owns them. Not me. -sob-

The Gown:

Chapter 3:

Disagreement

EPOV:

I sat on the ledge of the wall, watching over the city that I would be staying in until my father thought it best to leave.

I could hear my father arguing with my step-mother loudly. Or maybe it was just loud to me because their window was just below the wall I sat on. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was sitting here peacefully, and they stormed in and started arguing something about blood-lines.

I wasn't sure exactly what they meant until I finally heard them say my name.

"Edward is to be Duke in mere years! And he still has no wife!" That was my step-mother. Her shrill voice hurt my ears, so I tried to avoid her as much as possible.

"I understand that." That was my father's deep booming voice, with a heavy Irish accent.

"No, you don't or you would have arranged something by now!" she wailed.

I rolled my eyes. Ever since my mother died, this scheming harpy has been trying nothing more than to get her hands on my father's money. I could practically hear her train of thought. 'If I marry off the brat, and he gets his throne inherited…' ect. She'd find some way to link this into one of her plans…whatever.

I didn't want an arranged marriage. I was perfectly content by myself. I took pride in the fact that I didn't need another being to make me happy. I didn't need love to make me complete. I was already complete. I had my books, and my horse, so I was happy.

That was all I needed.

"I already am planning something." My father's words held an air of dignity. "The Queen has invited us to her ball tonight. Cassandra will be there. I'm hoping the two will spark."

I rolled my eyes again. Cassandra was a frighteningly empty-headed girl who knew little more than how many mirrors there were in the castle and if she had brushed her hair enough times that morning.

I should think sitting in a stool staring at one's self for an hour while she stroked her hair with a brush a thousand times would be enough for one person, but she repeated that ritual three times daily.

She was shallow. Undeniably shallow. I wouldn't hit it off with her even if my father got on his knees and begged me.

It was one of those things that just would never happen. Just like me ever finding someone I could love as my equal.

The step-mother giggled and rattled on about wedding arrangements or something like that while I jumped from the wall and wandered aimlessly around the castle grounds. This castle was much larger than the one I had at home in Ireland, but that was because my father is a Duke, and the castle we are staying in belongs to the Queen.

We'd only been here for a month. I wasn't sure how much longer my father planned on keeping us here. I was beginning to miss home. I had my horse, though. That was a consolation.

But the library here wasn't as great as the one I had back home. I wandered through the garden, pausing to look at the roses. They were beautiful, that I could understand.

"Edward!" someone yelled from behind me. I groaned internally and turned to meet a blonde and petite Cassandra racing towards me.

"Edward, Hello!" she said beaming. I could almost hear her sick, lusty thoughts as she caught up to me.

"Hi, Cassandra," I said, in a bored tone. She didn't notice, and drawled on about the weather.

Yes, the weather. Wonderfully deep topic, you ditz, I thought cruelly in my mind. I rolled my eyes at every other sentence she spoke. And finally she started hinting at how badly she wanted me to pluck her a rose and give it to her.

"Mmm, these roses are so beautiful, aren't they Edward?" she said, smelling one.

"Yes." I said, racking my brain for a reasonable excuse as to why I was about to ditch her.

"Listen, Cassandra, I need to go and… Tend to my horse." I said, brightening up. It would be nice if I were to ride my horse today. Admittedly, it was a beautiful day.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, silly!" she said, playfully slapping my chest. I feared I may have to burn my shirt now. "We have people to do that for us!"

I frowned. "Yes, but my horse is very picky and I'd hate for one of your stable hands to be injured trying to take care of him." I said, trying to step away from her. She just couldn't take a hint. For each step away from her I took, she stole two steps closer, until I could count the freckles in her blue eyes. I was afraid of what she might try to do if I were step back again.

"Yes, well… Let me go with you, then!" she said, taking my hand, and breaking our eye-contact as she began to lead me away from this spot, towards the royal stables.

"Cassandra," Yelled another voice in the distance. "Cassandra, the Queen wants you!"

She stopped, letting go of my arm and scowling. "What does that old hag want now?" she hissed to herself.

I was slightly taken aback at her harsh words. Had my mother still been alive, I would never even thought of saying those harsh words. She was so ungrateful.

She turned to me. "We'll finish this later, I promise." And then she trotted away to the source of the voice.

I certainly hope not. I thought bitterly, and continued to the stables.

BPOV:

We were preparing to leave. We only had to sneak out, dress, and then go to the castle. Once there, we would slip in through the garden doors and have fun.

I still wasn't so sure that this was a good idea, but I knew there was no backing out now. Not with Jasmine, wagging her tail like a puppy.

Finally I heard the soft snoring of my mother as she spoke to herself in her sleep. A trait I inherited.

I grabbed the basket of clothes and dropped it down out of the window, letting it fall into the thick bush I used for escaping the house.

After Jasmine stepped out of the shadows to retrieve it, I jumped after it.

The bushes were soft, and caught me without causing me any pain. I stood up quickly, tripping over my feet and landing on my face.

I could almost hear Jasmine rolling her eyes. "Always the same Bella…" she chuckled.

We set out for the woods enveloping the castle grounds. I knew the way best, because I like to steal away at night and sit atop the garden wall outside of anyone's sight to look at the garden.

After we'd finally climbed over, we sought out the cover of the trees in the garden, changing as quickly as we could. After we were sure that we looked 'royal' enough, we exited, strolling about the garden as if we'd been there all night.

We walked carefully up to the entrance, looking each other over one last time to make sure we looked acceptable, and entered the palace.

"Wow…" Jasmine breathed, looking around the graceful castle with awe. I shared that feeling.

I looked at the elegant paintings around the ceiling. My eyes stopped on a painting of the Greek gods. Adonis stood out the most.

-WHAM!-

Haha, here we are. I'm back in sticky, smelly Florida, and I've just finished Chapter 3.

Oh, and if you don't know who 'WHAM!'ed in to Bella, than you seriously have some problems.

Geez, I can't wait to get back to my house so I can take a LONG shower. Get rid of the sweat. Ew. I swear, air conditioning is the best invention known to man.

I still haven't done the planning yet. I guess I'll do that now while we're driving in the car home.