A/N: okay, so I was going to post this tomorrow, but I just couldn't resist. I've spend the better part of this afternoon editing the chapters i've written so far so I haven't started on chapter 5 yet, but whatever. I'll start as soon as I post this.

if any of you are confused by the last chapter, i'm going to explain. The prologue takes place in April, and chapter 1 starts off in June, right after Bella graduates. so yeah.

A big thank you to all of my reviewers. Especially Sara, you're totally awesome.

Disclaimer: don't own it. I don't own The Classic Crime either(although I really wish I did)

Charlie held the door open for me as I stepped into the restaurant. I nodded my head as a thank you and the hostess led us to a table in the far corner and we sat down.

I was staring intently at my menu when Charlie started talking. "You've changed Bells," he stated.

I frowned and looked up from the menu. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He smiled. "A good thing, definitely a good thing."

I smiled back. "Good, I'm glad you approve of my moving forward with my life."

The waitress came then. We ordered our food and fell into another silence. It wasn't awkward; Charlie and I never really were the talking types. We ate our food in silence and walked back to the cruiser.

"Thanks for the Mustang dad," I said finally.

He looked over at me in surprise. "You know about that?"

I smiled. "Was I not supposed to know it came from you? Jacob showed it to me today, he's gonna bring it over tomorrow once he finishes fixing the stereo system."

Charlie nodded. "Of course you were supposed to know. I just didn't think Jacob had it finished already. You're welcome, by the way. You only get to live once, and since you told me one time that you wanted a Mustang I thought, hey, why not. I got really lucky that I found the exact one you wanted too. I couldn't pass it up."

We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. When we walked into the house I spoke again.

"I'm going to head to bed, Emily and I are planning the wedding tomorrow." I turned and started up the stairs. "Thanks again for the car. And dinner, of course. I love you, dad."

"I love you too, Bells," Charlie called after me.

I went into my room to grab my bathroom supplies and then made my way over to the bathroom. I turned on the CD player and Ok Go starting playing. I turned on the water and waited for it to get as hot as it would go.

When the steam was starting to make it hard to me to breathe, I turned the cold water on a little and then jumped into the shower. I don't know how long I spent in there, but when the CD ended I decided it was time to get out. My fingers were getting all pruny anyway.

I changed into my favorite flannel pajama pants and my superman t-shirt and started pulling a brush through my hair. When I decided nothing else could be done for it, I made my way back to my room.

I shut the door behind me and flopped myself onto my bed. I turned on my stereo. The soft melodies of Beethoven's ninth symphony were the last thing I heard before I let sleep overtake me.

I woke up to the sound of a car honking. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at my alarm clock. 11:17. Wow, I haven't slept in that late for a while.

I jumped out of bed, and while making my way over to my window, tripped on the sheets. I was sent hurdling to the floor. The perfect way to start the day, I thought bitterly.

Charlie's cruiser was gone and was replaced by my cherry red Mustang. I smiled wide and made my way down stairs, being extra careful to make sure I didn't trip. I didn't even bother putting shoes on; I just sprinted out the door, in all my disheveled morning glory.

Jacob was laughing as he stepped out of the car. I scowled and punched him in the arm and gave him my best 'shut the hell up, I just got out of bed' look. He just kept laughing.

"Is it ready?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the car in front of us. I couldn't believe it was mine, I had dreamed of owning this car since I was five years old and I found out what Mustang's were.

Jacob dangled the keys in front of my face. "I even adjusted the seat for you."

I smiled even wider, if that was possible. "Let's take it for a test drive, then." I paused and replaced my smile with a thoughtful look.

"Wait, I should get dressed shouldn't I? And that way I can go straight to Emily's." I thought out loud.

"It makes things a little easier," Jake shrugged.

I turned on my heel and went back inside to change. Jacob was right behind me, until I stopped him on the stairs. "You," I pointed to the living room. "Can go watch TV."

He frowned. "Aww, I thought you were finally gonna give in."

I laughed. "Not happening, pervert." I started up the stairs. "Freak," I said under my breath.

"I heard that!" Jacob yelled from the couch. I giggled and stepped into my room.

A couple minutes later I was running down the stairs, still pulling my AC/DC shirt over my stomach. I managed not to trip, which was a great accomplishment considering I was trying to multi-task on an uneven surface.

"Ready?" Jake asked.

I smiled. "Hell, yeah!" I was getting giddy. I couldn't wait to drive my new car.

We made our way out to my Mustang and Jake jumped in on the passenger side. I quickly opened the driver side door and stepped in. I sat there for a moment, taking everything in. I was sitting in a Mustang. A 1965, cherry red Ford Mustang. I was in heaven, nothing could beat this.

"You know how to drive a stick, right?" Jacob asked suddenly.

I waved a hand in his direction. "He taught me once over the summer," I said casually. "Before he left."

"Oh, okay then," He said, knowing all too well who I was talking about. "Good thing though. I don't want you killing the new transmission I just put in."

"Oh, stfu," I glared at him and then went to put the key in the ignition. I turned the key and the engine purred to life. I beamed, this definitely was heaven.

As I was pulling out of the driveway, Jacob hooked up my iPod to the stereo and started playing The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Sometimes it felt like Jacob could read my mind; he always knew exactly what music I wanted to listen to. I smiled again and then proceeded to speed down the street.

"Okay, so you want lilies right?" I asked looking down at the flower options.

"Yeah," Emily replied, not looking up from her dress magazine. "Should I get a white, or crème colored dress?"

"White," I said instantly. "Crème is tacky."

We were sitting at the kitchen table, which at the moment could not be seen through the piles of magazines and books we had stacked everywhere. Emily reminded me a lot of Alice when it came to shopping; they were both completely obsessed.

I continued to flip through the flower book and finally got to the page of lilies. I knew that Emily wanted subtle colors, light and soft. I found some pale yellows and whites, and even some pinks. Perfect. I picked up a pen and circled the order numbers. Emily's bouquet would look amazing if we had white lilies. I made a note on the side of the page for her.

"How do you like this one?" Emily shoved the magazine in my face. The dress on the page was pure white. It was strapless, and all along the front were embroidered flowers. Tied around the waist was a thin light green ribbon. It was perfect. The dress just screamed Emily.

I smiled and handed the magazine back to her. "It's amazing Emily. You should totally get it."

She beamed. "Really? You don't think it's too much?"

I shook my head 'no'. "Nothing is too much for you. You only get married once." Unless you're Rosalie, I added silently.

"Now, just to find your bride's maid dress," Emily flipped a couple pages and then gasped lightly. She lifted the page for me to see. The dress was simple, black with halter straps. It fell just below the knee, and a pale yellow ribbon was tied around the waist. "I know how much you wanted your dress to be black, it's perfect, right? Am I right?"

"It's beautiful, Em." I managed to say. Normally, I hated dresses, but this one, it just called out to me. It was taunting me saying 'wear me, Bella, wear me. Love me, Bella, love me.' I had to have that dress.

"Good. What's size are you again? A four, right?" I nodded. "Okay, we'll just order that then."

We spent the rest of the day deciding what music the DJ would play. We made a playlist of about four hundred songs, and finally narrowed it down to about a hundred and fifty, much to my protest. I figured, the more music, the better the reception, but Emily thought it was a little much. I wanted to say that there could never be too much music, but decided against it.

"Bella, I know you're shy and all, but would you mind singing something for us at the wedding?" Emily asked, a little hesitant.

My eyes widened. "Of course! I would love to!" My eyes narrowed. "What song did you have in mind?"

Emily smiled at my enthusiasm. I wanted to point out that my shyness was pretty much gone the moment I jumped off that cliff, but I decided not to mention it. "I'll leave that up to you, I trust your taste in music more than I trust my own."

I stood up and leaned across the table to hug her, which was pretty difficult. Sometimes I really hated being five foot four. "Oh, Em! You're the greatest. I won't let you down."

She laughed. "I know you won't," She winked.

My cell phone started ringing then. I flipped it open. "Hey, Sam," I said, recognizing the number on my caller ID. I rolled my eyes in Emily's direction.

"Can I come home, yet?" He asked. I laughed, he sounded really impatient.

I looked over at Emily before answering. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I was just about to leave."

"Great, tell Emily I'll be home in twenty minutes." I could hear the smile in his voice. He seemed a little too happy that I was going home. Men.

"Okay, Sam. See you later." I closed the phone and turned back to Emily. "I guess I should be going then." I raised an eyebrow.

"I'll get this stuff ordered tonight, and then we can go pick it up on Tuesday." She said as she handed me my keys and purse.

"Okay, sounds good." I quickly hugged her once again and then made my way out to my Mustang.

On Tuesday afternoon, Emily and I were speeding down the highway toward Port Angeles singing along with the Linkin Park CD I finally managed to find in my mess of a room. I turned off at the Port Angeles exit, and for Emily's sake I slowed down some. She hated that I liked driving fast, which I found utterly ironic and wanted to laugh until my sides hurt. I refrained though.

I pulled into a parking spot in front of the mall and waited for Emily to get out and join me on the side walk. We walked arm in arm into the bridal shop. Our dresses were already there, just like we expected.

My dress fit perfectly, which I was surprised about. Usually I had to get things tailored because of my lack to curves, but this time, I didn't need to change a thing. The only thing I was dreading were the heels that Emily was forcing me to wear.

Emily's dress needed to be shortened by about six inches. The tailor said he would have it done in about a half hour, so we decided to head over to the flower shop and pick up the flower order.

"God, can you believe it, I'm getting married in three days." She said as we walked into the flower store.

I smiled. "You're not getting cold feet are you?"

She looked at me, shocked. "Hell, no! I can't wait to be married. I've been waiting for this for a little too long."

"I couldn't imagine getting married. No offense, but I don't think there is anyone in the world who could settle me down."

Emily smiled at me, knowingly. "I think there's one person."

"Whoa, Em," I gasped. "Nah-uh. You know he isn't coming back. And whatever happened to you knowing he doesn't love me?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I have a feeling about that boy. I don't know, but maybe he'll realize he lost the best thing that ever happened to him and he'll come back."

I just loved how she knew not to actually say his name. "You do realize that will never happen in a million years, right?"

Emily winked before turning to the flower counter. "You never know Bells. I wouldn't bet against it."

"Don't hold your breath," I muttered and she slapped me in the arm.

I tuned her out as she talked to the clerk and started thinking. I hated how Emily was so optimistic. She was always telling me how one day he would come back. She was always saying that I would forgive him and everything would go back to the way it was before. But what if I didn't want to go back to the way things were? It would be nice, but I liked the person I was now; I liked who Bella Swan had become. But if he did come back, would that mean he loved me? Would it mean that he lied to me just so he could protect me?

I didn't want to get my hopes up, that would be my downfall. If I got my hopes up, I would just get disappointed again. I would be broken all over again, and I would have to start from scratch. And I didn't know if I would be able to take having an already broken heart be smashed into again. I didn't know if I would ever be okay if that happened.

"Bella, will you help me with these?" Emily shoved my arm and pulled me from my thoughts. I finally noticed the counter was full of lilies.

I started picking up vases, and managed to carry five at once. Emily got four, I think, and we had to have a couple of the employees help us out to my car. When we got all the flowers in the trunk and managed not to kill my dress or the lilies, Emily and I went back over to the bridal shop to pick up her dress.

"We have everything, right?" I asked when we were walking back to the car.

"Yep, now all we have to do is hope that Sam gets his tux on time," She smiled and slid into the passenger seat.

I turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. We were almost to the highway when I asked if we could listen to something other than Linkin Park.

"What do you have in mind?" Emily asked, flipping through my CD case.

I smiled. "The Classic Crime," I answered.

"Oh! I love them." She flipped through a couple more pages and finally found the CD. She pushed it into the player and The Fight started filling the car.

"Would you go to war for me, baby,

Would you cry for the weak,

And die for the peace of men,

Oh how can we know,

You and I both know,

So let's make this boatload of excuses burn and sing

One day it all comes down to this

You can sink or swim

You can handle this

One day it all comes down

One day we all go down…"