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Okay, I'm going to stop talking in spanish now...' but es muy divertida!!

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Chapter four:

Prince Edward

"Bella! Bella!!"

I groaned, ducking my head behind Edward's shoulder.

"Save me," I pleaded.

"I heard that," Alice said as she danced into the room. "And don't even think about it, Edward." she added crossly, in foresight of some unknown plan he must have been concocting.

He shot me an apologetic look.

"AAAAAALICE," I wined.

"The wedding's fast approaching, Bella. Now quit complaining and let's go."

"Edward?" I practically begged.

"No," Alice said, bounding over to the two of us where we sat on the cullens' sofa.

"No, Edward." He sighed, grabbing my hand.

"Come come, Bella," Alice sang, snapping her fingers at me. I rolled my eyes. Edward squeezed my hand reassuringly. "It will be over soon," he assured me.

"God, Bella. You act like I'm taking you to the electric chair or something." I had a response for that, but I decided it would be wise to bite my tongue. Edward smirked, almost as if he really could read my mind.

"Bella!" For an immortal, Alice sure could be impatient. She shifted her weight gracefully from one foot to the other.

"I'm scared," I told Edward.

"You should be," Alice grinned, flashing her perfect teeth as she pulled me up by my arm. Edward let go of my hand slowly.

I glared at him. "Thanks a lot." He smiled sheepishly.

I finally relented, pushing myself off the couch. Alice reached out, grabbing my hand and pulling me along at top speed... for me, anyway.

"Now," Alice said when we'd entered her room, and I braced myself. Here we go, I thought, trying in vane to ready myself for whatever was to come.

Two hours later, I actually found myself laughing as Alice displayed a few fabric samples. We were working on a "very important detail", as in, what color the table cloths would be at the reception. We'd been smoothing out "important details" for a while now, but it actually wasn't so bad. "Alice," I said, letting out a breath. "I know I'm not gifted with your fashion expertise, but did you honestly think I was going to pick something like this" I gestured toward the sample closest to me, all polkaspotted and blotchy "for the reception?" Alice grinned.

"Just thought you should have the option," she said in a singsong voice.

"Uh... thanks?" I said, pushing the sample away, and pulling another toward me.

Alice laughed a musical laugh. Then, suddenly she was grinning at me. "What?" I asked.

"You're having fun," she accused.

"Who, me?" I asked, putting on my best innocent face.

"Admit it," she said, stepping closer to me. Then she knelt down in front of where I was sitting. "Admit it," she whispered, entirely too enticing.

"I... I..." her face was so hopeful. "Maybe a little."

Alice stood, clapping her hands. "I knew it!" The smile on her face looked so angelic that I couldn't help but smile back. Then, Alice slid the fabric swatch I had been examining away from me. "Hey," I protested. "What are you doing."

"It's time for the next faze," Alice told me.

"The next faze?" I gulped. This could not be good.

"Just trust me," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with her. "Come on!" I followed her wearily into the living room. Edward was already sitting on the couch, waiting for us. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Right on cue," Alice smiled at him.

"Aren't I always?" he grinned back.

"Ego much?" Alice asked, rolling her eyes. "I'll be right back."

"You survived," Edward commented, smiling as I sat down beside him and I leaned my head against his cool shoulder, grabbing his hand.

"Barely," I replied.

"It wasn't so bad," Edward said.

"It wasn't so bad." I repeated in affirmation. And it wasn't... until now. Because now, Alice was walking in with a very familiar looking box in her hands. Scrawled messily across the top, in rené's handwriting were the words "home movies". I groaned as Alice opened it, pulling out a DVD. I remembered the day René had sent in all our old VHS tapes to be transferred to DVD's. I'd begged her to burn them, well, the ones starring me, at least, but she'd just laughed.

"Alice?" I asked wearily, "what is this?"

"Home movies," she clarified, gesturing toward the scrawl on the box as she turned on the TV.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "I mean, what are we doing with them."

Alice stood up, DVD in hand to look at me. "Watching them."

I sighed in exasperation. This was ridiculous. "Why, are we watching them, Alice?"

"So we can decide what goes in the slide show."

"Slide show?!" I shrieked. Then, taking a deep, calming breath: "What slide show?"

"The one we're showing at the rehearsal dinner," Alice explained. "I had your mom send them to me." I shook my head. This could not be happening. The last thing I wanted was anyone seeing all my embarrassing moments from eight and younger, before I'd learned to stay away from my mom when she had the Camera out.

As soon as I'd seen the box, I noticeably tensed beside Edward, raising my head and sitting up straight. Now, my body was nearly rigid.

"Are you all right?" Edward whispered, squeezing my hand.

Alice had turned back to the television, popping in the DVD, and was waiting to hit the play button. My cheeks were flushing an angry shade of scarlet, but I didn't answer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Edward slid a finger across my burning cheek and put his arm around me.

"Bella?" he whispered, and I opened my eyes to see him looking at me, his concern written all over his face.

"I'm..." But just then, Alice hit the play button, and the room fell silent. At least Emmett wasn't here for this, I comforted myself, imagining the hysterical laughter this would cause him to let out.

At first, there was just a black screen. It took at least ten seconds for the video to start, first a shaky shot of the kitchen in our house in Phoenix. Then, slowly, everything came into focus.

The first thing I saw was my seven-year-old self, sitting at the table, juice box in hand.

"Aww!!" Alice cooed. "You were so cute when you were little!"

"It's true," Edward said, smiling at me. I blushed.

Then, recognition crashed over me. Oh no. I remembered this one. It had been one of René's favorites. It was absolutely not, one that I wanted the Cullens --especially edward-- to see. But as of right now, there was nothing I could do but watch in mute horror.

"Mommy, turn off the Camera," I said. "Please?" I hated being in the spotlight, even that young.

"Dance for me, Bella."

"Mom," My younger self groaned.

"Please? Do what you've been learning in ballet."

"I'm not good at ballet," I'd grumbled, focusing intently on the juice box in my hand. I finished it quickly, then got up to throw it away.

My mother sighed. "Bella..."

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking dead at my mother, visible Now I knew because she'd set the Camera on a tripod.

"Come on," she said. "Dance with me." Then she began to spin gracelessly in the middle of the kitchen.

"Mommy," Little Bella said, giggling. "You look..." René stopped. I knew what she... I"... uh, yeah, anyway, wanted to say. "Mommy, you look silly." But the hopeful look on her face had made her... me? Us? change our minds. I had walked over to her, placing my tiny arms around her middle. René smiled at little Bella, picking her up and spinning her around once. Little Bella laughed. Here it comes, I thought.

"Sweetheart, Grandma will be here in an hour."

"You look really pretty. Are you going on another date?" Little Bella asked, her face falling.

"Yes," René announced. "Still looking for that prince charming."

No. no! nononononononononono!! I begged internally for the power to go out. But I had no such luck.

"Mommy? Do you think I'll ever find my prince charming?"

René smiled, picking up little bella's hand and squeezing. "I'm sure you will."

Little Bella smiled. "Maybe it'll be just like in those books I read. Just like a fairy tale."

"You know what? it'll be even better," René promised.

"Really? What will he be like?"

I wondered what Edward's face was revealing right now, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. So my eyes stayed focused on the screen.

"Well," René began, "There's no cookie cutter mold for a prince charming. He's just the one who'll make you happy. So it kind of depends on the person. What do you want him to be like?"

"Well," little Bella said thoughtfully. "Maybe cute. But he doesn't have to be perfect. And he doesn't have to be popular or have money. He just has to love me, like I'll love him. And be... nice, you know? And charming."

René laughed. "Of course."

"And there's one more thing," Little Bella said.

"What's that?"

"He has to be able to pick me up, and swing me way high in the air."

On screen, René and Little Bella burst into a fit of laughter. Then, as abruptly as it had started, it was over, the screen going black.

A heavy silence fell over the room. I stared down at the floor. I didn't look up; I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Suddenly, I needed air. I slid out of Edward's slackened grip, standing up and walking out of the room. Edward hastened to follow me.

"Let her go," Alice said softly, and I knew that, having said this aloud, she must have thought it several times, Edward ignoring her. She walked up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"It's a girl thing," I heard Alice explaining to him. I ran, well tripped, actually, down the hall and out the door. A crisp breeze hit my face as I leant heavily against the house, crossing my arms. I couldn't believe this, the fact that this video had made its way here, that Edward, my very own prince charming, had really seen it, or just how embarrassed I was. I mean really, I was only seven. I guess it just made me feel vulnerable, having my younger self exposed to a group of vampires whose human lives were now a distant part of the past. I put my face in my hands, I really shouldn't be this embarrassed. I knew somewhere deep down that Edward wouldn't think any less of me for it. But I stayed there, in the quiet, head in hands for a bit longer.

Then, something made me look up. There was no sound of a creaking door, no noise as his feet moved, no nothing. But there was just this... sense, you know? I can't describe it, it's just, like something's there, surrounding you. I knew that Edward was standing there' watching me. So I raised my head slowly, meeting his eyes. They were soft and warm, just what I needed to see.

"Hey," I said softly, walking to his side.

"Are you all right, love?" he asked,.

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said.

"You know," he said "Their's no reason to be embarrassed. You were quite adorable in that video."

"Right," I said, rolling my eyes.

"About this prince charming thing. I..."

"Edward," I interrupted him. "You already are. That and so much more."

"Well," he said, "that's good to know. But I believe, in order to reach prince charming status, there was one condition that was nonnegotiable."

"Edward..." He slid his hands around my waist, and then my feet were no longer touching the ground. And he swung me, "way high in the air", spinning me around, and pulling me against his chest.

"So?" he asked, looking at me expectantly.

I smiled. "hmm..." I mused. "Prince Edward," He laughed.

"So... wait," I said. "If you're a prince, what does that make me?"

"Hmm," Edward considered this for a moment, moving one hand to play with my hair, while the other supported me, still holding me a distance from the ground. "An angel." Then, he leaned in closer, closer, closer, and his lips were moving against mine, cool and perfect.

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