'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dressed, fearless
Well, you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake, I'm not usually this way
But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'
It's fearless
"Liz, calm down!" Esme snapped.
"Calm down? Calm down? I'm getting married. Married, Esme!" She cried.
"For the second time. You've done this before, Lizzie. Breathe, in and out, in and out."
"Oh, but Charlie is so much more important then Edward ever was." Liz sighed.
"Edward?" I asked, curiously.
"Eddie's father, Edward Sr." Liz told me. "We split when Eddie was young. I think it damaged him, socially."
"I'll say." I snorted.
"Bella!" Esme hissed. "Why don't you go check on the boys?"
"Righto, bitchypoo." I smiled, sarcastically at her. She narrowed her eyes and pointed towards the door. Esme was Liz's maid of honor and I was a bridesmaid. Felix rode into town today with the other carnies and was Daddy's newly appointed best man. Red was a groomsmen. I walked out back behind the church, hoping to find Felix smoking a cigarrette, but I had no such luck. Instead, I get stuck with a lame ass pimp.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, lighting up.
"Rosalie. She's inside. But thats not really what you asked, is it?" He smiled, grimly.
"So, is Rosalie one of your hoes too?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Hoes?" He asked, slowly.
"Well, you're a pimp. I assume you have bitches." I shrugged, taking a long drag.
"A pimp? You're shitting me, right?" He barked. "I ain't no pimp."
"You ain't?" I repeated, shocked. "But the other night? You said you were out there for the hookers."
He sighed. "You're a small minded finger fucking pointer, Bella Swan. When I pointed out that girl, I meant I was out there for girls like her. She's lost. She needs someone."
"And that someone is you? Leeches make better company." I snorted.
"That cig is gonna be up your nose if you say something like that again." He warned me. "Those girls need my help."
"And you get a little sugar in return. Makes sense. I've learned you catch more flies with honey." I told him.
"I don't get jack." He huffed.
"Do you get Bob?" I asked, lamely.
"You wanted to know why I'm here?" He reminded me.
"Oh, yeah. Why are you here?" I remembered.
"Rosalie. The Maid of Honor was her social worker." He said, quietly.
"Esme? Wait a minute, social worker?" I demanded.
"Not my place." He sighed, closing his eyes. "See ya in there, finger pointer. Oh, and nice dress."
I looked down at my gown and huffed. I picked this out, firmly against Liz's color scheme. Dentist Chair Pink, Rotting Teeth Yellow and Boiled Egg Tan. Ooo. She's a rebel, alright. My dress was girls get over rainbows by the time they hit third grade, but not me. My dress had ever color in the rainbow. It was unique.
I was unique.
Just like the bug on The Backyardigans.
I went back inside and found Dad in the hall. Just the man I needed to see.
"Here comes the wussy, waiting for some-" I sang.
"Finish that and you're leaving with carnival." He warned me.
"Nervous?" I guessed.
He glanced at me. "Extremely. Unlike Liz, I've never been married before. Your Mom didn't want to committ."
"Well, obviously her last guy wasn't a real prize. Liz avoids any discussion of him like the fucking plague." I pointed out, blowing my bangs out of my face.
He looked at me, proudly. "You know, I raised a pretty cool kid."
"Ooo, tell me more about this cool kid." I grinned, letting him pull me in for a hug.
"I'm sorry you never had a Mom." He whispered into my hair.
"You were more then enough." I assured him.
"I'm sorry your Mom is a drug addict. I'm sorry I didn't get her help, instead of just dumping her." He tired again.
"She didn't want your help. And she sure as hell didn't deserve your help. You might not be a woman, but you are my Dad. You're way cooler then some dumb old pot head Mom." I laughed.
"God knows I love you, kid." He murmured, pulling back to look at me.
"God knows a lot more than we want him too. But, yeah, I love you too." I smiled. Dad's eyes were a little blurry, and I'm pretty sure he tried to hide it. Ah, hell. I was getting soft. Crying at weddings, having sexy fantasies about my bro. Wait, on second thought, that last one is pretty bad ass. I could get arrested for that, right?
I looked at Dad, fondly. He was a dumbass and a goofball and a loser, but he was mine. And he was all I've ever needed. And I was all he'd ever needed. Until now.
Why was that?
He was smiling so big, I thought he's lip his lips right in half. I couldn't ruin this day for him. I wouldn't. He needed this. He's never really loved a woman before. And as much as I switch ever time I see Liz Masen, I loved Dad too much to break this. I sighed. Dad didn't notice. He was too busy greeting our friends. People were laughing and saying things to me, but I wasn't listening.
All I could think about was that sexy fucking beast in the tux up front.
"Fuck, it's starting." I heard Charlie swear.
"Dude, shut the hell up, were in a church." The big guy, Felix, hissed.
"Shh." The reverand hushed them.
"Sorry, Jesus." Felix whispered, looking up. "Whoa. Is that Bella? Little fucking Bella?"
Bella was walking down the aisle with a bouqet of blue daisies in her hand. She was making faces at a few people and she even winked at my great uncle Steve. He liked that. She turned and took a bow when she reached the end of the aisle. She flipped her head back up and wiggled her hips in my direction. She looked alittle torn. She must be nervous about this marriage. I know I am.
Bella was standing across from me on the step above Felix and Charlie. I snapped out of my staring contest with Bella, when I heard the wedding march. Here came Mama, in her "vintage" white gown on Carlisle's arm. Since my Grandfather had died a few years back, Carlisle was giving her away. I suppose I could, but the idea was a bit overwhelming. As sad as it was, I wasn't ready to give my mother away. I was just a kid, I needed my mother. She reached the front and smiled at Charlie with watery eyes. It made me smile. She really deserved to be happy. She's lived too long without any man to love and-
Oomph!
Soft, smooth lips were pressed against mine. There was a hand holding my tie to whoever was kissing me. It was urgent and frantic, almost like we didn't have a lot of time. I would have ended it, or pulled away, but I was enjoying this. After all, it was my first kiss. And I had no idea who it was, for fear if I opened my eyes it would end. The person stepped back cleared their throat. I opened my eyes slowly. Bella was standing there, biting her lip, anxiously.
"Proceed." She sighed, in releif.
Holy...
I just made out with my sister.
In front of my Mother.
Her father.
And God.
I gulped.
Everyone was frozen. I really didn't want to interupt Dad's wedding, he was so happy, but Ricky's words were just rattling around in my head. I had to kiss him before they got married, and I only had a teeny tiny window of time left. I had to. And Red didn't seem like he was suffering. He looked like he was ready to sit his pants though. Liz was horrified. I felt like sticking my tongue out at her. That's what she gets for stealing my Dad. Dad looked uncomfortable. He didn't look angry like I'd assumed though. In fact, he looked kind of...wistful. Strange. I had to admit though, kissing Red felt pretty damn good. He tasted like rain. Rain and peppermint. Peppermint rain. It sounded like a really cheesy love song. Awww! He was my Peppermint Rain Man. Jesus. I kissed him once and I'm already the Stain Puff Fucking Marshmellow Man.
FML.
"Hiya, folks!" Felix said into the microphone, happily. "I'm Felix, I'm the Best Man in every sense of the term. As the Best Man, I'd like to make a toast to the happy fucking couple. Charlie, you're my best friend, you're like a brother to me. You deserve love, I'm real happy for you, asshole. To the bride and groom!"
Everyone on Bella's side cheered.
Esme walked up after he left the stage, in disdain. "Well, that was pleasent. Hello, everyone, I'm Esme, the Maid of Honor. Liz, you've been a sister to me for so long, and I'm honored to be in your wedding party. I wish you a thousand happy memories, and a million smiles. You truly are the most beautiful bride. To the bride and groom!"
Everyone on our side cheered.
I was still vibrating with joy from that kiss. I felt like doing a little dance. Bella kissed me, Bella kissed me, Bella kissed me! Yes! Score one for me. I felt like a kid in a candy store. I'd had my first kiss from the girl of my dreams today. Granted, she has horrid timing, but we'll work on that. I only hoped this meant she wanted more. Nothing dirty, but a relationship. I would treat her so well, she would have everything. Oh, to be her boyfriend. I nearly blushed when my thoughts registered. I sounded like a lovestruck school girl.
"Follow me." Someone murmured in my ear. I turned around to see Bella walking back towards the sitting area in the reception hall. I eagerly followed her in. She shut the door and locked it with a click. She then turned to me, with a raised eyebrow.
"So?" She demanded. "I'm assuming you liked it as much as I did."
"You've assumed correctly." I said, nervously.
She smiled "I thought so. You do realize this is gonna be hella difficult, right?"
"I do. I'm willing to overcome these obsticles." I said, bravely.
She shrugged and took a step closer to me. Close enough to touch.
"Red...you wanna be my boyfriend?" She asked, innocently.
"Yes." I gulped.
"Fuck yes." I heard her murmur.
"Don't we need to discuss some stuff?" I asked, confused.
She got even closer. Her hair looked so soft. Out of impulse I brushed it. I tried to pull my hand away when I finally thought about it, but she grabbed it and held it there.
"I believe people over think a lot of stupid things, Edward. I don't want this to be one of them." She declared before pressing her hot mouth against mine. She moved her lips and I followed her lead, hoping I wasn't making a fol of myself. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I gasped. I felt Bella's lips curve into a grin against mine and I couldn't help but smile myself. She was always so amused with my discomfort.
The door flew open.
"We payed for your fucking dinner, now come eat it." Charlie growled.
"Jesus, Bella, you couldn't keep your mouth shut? Literally?" Charlie demanded.
We were sitting on the couch in front of Liz and Dad. It was two days after the wedding. They were leaving on their honeymoon tonight, and they'd be gone for a week. We'd given them their privacy last night, and I took the time to orally train Red. I had to say he picked up quick. Thats an incredibly good thing, if i was going to have to train him in other things too.
"Eddie, honestly, this is illegal." Liz told him.
Red stayed quiet. He was holding my hand.
"It's only illegal if you're blood related. And who are you tell us we can't see each other?" I demanded, standing up.
"I'm Edward's Mother and your Step Mother. And that is exactly why you two can't do this." Liz hissed.
"Fuck it. This is not going to be some never ending battle, okay? We're not duking out forever. I have rights and so does Red. You may be his Mother, but you are not mine. Red if my boyfriend and that really sucks for you, don't it, Liz?" I hissed. "This is happening. Deal with it. Because I'm sure as hell not dealing with you."
Liz gasped. "Charles! You're going to let her to speak to her elder like that?"
Dad paused. He looked angry for some reason. And not at me. "You're the one that wants them apart. You deal with it."
He then turned and walked up the stairs, so pack, I'm assuming. Their honeymoon was in Cancun and apparently, it was going to be "off the hook" according to Dad. Liz looked shocked. She stuttered a little at me and them flounced up the stairs to piss Dad off a little more. Perfect, Liz. That'll do you some good.
Could this bitch get any dumber?
"You're Mother's a fruitcake." I mumbled.
He was silent.
"Red?"
He was still silent.
"Redward?" I sounded like Scooby Doo.
"I don't want to dissapoint Mama." He said, softly.
Ah.
Check, please.
I understood, really I did. Edward might have a Dad that calls, but he's lived his whole life with his Mother. Just like I've lived my whole life with Dad. Red and I, we weren't all that different. We were in the same situation, just with different circumstances. I grew up all over America. Red's never lived outside of Seattle. I was raised around drunks and carnies and nudists. Red was raised around socialites and trend setters and millionares. Red and Liz might live in Seattle, but there was a nice mine of money back in England for Liz. When her parents died, they left her with millions. She just chose to stay where her and Edward Sr started there lives together, without anyone's help. No maids, no butlers, no cooks. Just Edward, herself and fuck loads of dollars. Some would say Edward had it better. But I believe I've been more exposed. Edward was sheltered. I was exposed to all different social status's, religions, cultures. I've seen it all and I'm only sixteen. Well, seventeen actually. In two months. Two months and eight weeks, if you wanted to get technical.
"You're not dissapointing your Mother. I am. You're just along for the ride." I said, softly.
"So...I'm just your arm candy?" He asked, almost silently.
"Hell no. If I wanted some arm candy, I'd skim GQ. You...you're for real." I assured him.
He smiled, slightly. "This is our second day of the relationship and we're already battling our parents."
I laughed. "One parent, actually. Hey, whats your Pop think of this, anyway? Does he even know?"
He blushed. "Actually, he's the one who encouraged me to ask you to take us shopping."
"Awww, Edward and his Daddy are best buddies." I cooed.
He blushed darker. "Shut up."
I stopped. "Shut up? Really?"
His face changed. "No, Bella, I didn't mean it! I just meant...stop....talking about it."
"Dude, simmer. It's cool. Chances are, you're gonna want me to shut up quite a lot." I smirked.
We heard stomping on the stairs, and he scooted away from me a little. What a nerd. He was still scared Liz and Dad were going to have a break down or something. He needed to calm down. I leaned over and kissed him right as Dad reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Jesus, kid, get a fucking room! This is a family area, and families don't fuck. Well, except you two of course." He said, throwing me a look.
"You needed something?" I asked, innocently, running my fingers through Red's still not greasy hair.
"Look, I'm not gonna hound you on three conditions. One, no sex. Fuck and I fuck your lives. Two, nothing in front of me. Incest does not get me going, ecspecially when it involves my daughter. And three, nothing public. I don't need church mommies calling me and complaining about my kids screwing each other in the bathroom. Not cool. You got it?" He demanded.
"It? What is this it?" I asked, wistfully. "AIDS? Ghonerea, Chlamydia?"
"No jokes. Liz is pissed and she's not putting out until I make her feel better." Dad complained. When he saw Red's horrified face he mumbled an apology.
"Fine, fine. But again, you needed something? Anything particuliar?" I prodded.
"I just wanted to let you know we were leaving. We're all packed. No sex while we're gone, and no parties. Edward, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to that pothead over there." He said pointing at me. "No drugs. I don't care if you drink, as long as you don't drive. Ecspecially not on that bike, you'll crash and I'll have to pay for your funeral." He said, uncertainly.
"Yes, Daddy." I said, angelicly.
"I mean it." He warned me.
"Red, call everyone, we're having a kegger." I stage whispered. He shoved me and grabbed his bags off the bottom steps. Liz came down a moment later ans hesitantly hugged her son. She glanced at me and smiled, curtly.
"Goodbye, Isabella." She said, coldly. I rolled my eyes. She'd been cold as ice since Esme and Carlisle went back to Kansas or wherever the fuck they came from. Apparently we wouldn't see them again until Christmas. Oh, how will I go on?
"Bye, Lizzie." I said, mockingly.
She glared at me and walked out the door with a few small bags. Dad picked kissed my forehead before picking up the three big bags and following her. I turned to Red after the door closed.
"We're alone." I grinned.
And with that, he made the first bold move of his life.
He wrapped his arms around my waist.
And kissed my neck.
Sweet. Yes, sweet.
But a hickey was like a big flashing sign on your neck that said 'Whore!'
"This better be good!" Bella called as she got up from the couch to answer the door. I would have gotten it, but Bella broke my glasses, purposely and had yet to go get my contacts.
I heard hushed voices and a few slaps. I got up, but everything was really blurry. I could see shapes, but nothing real. I called for Bella and she ran in. I could already tell she was nervous.
"Hey, Red," She laughed, uneasily. "You mind if we have some company tonight?"
"No. Who?" I asked, merrily. I hoped it was Win. He was a very nice boy.
"Emmett." She answered, flatly.
I froze. Emmett. Was. In. My. House?
Hold on.
Why was Emmett in my house?
And why had Bella let him in?
Attention all Downers readers! I want to thank Xx-Team-Twilight-xx for being The Downers #1 fan and for what is soon to come. The song at the top is Fearless by Taylor Swift. I feel like thats how Bella makes Edward feel. I feel like this story isn't getting as many readers as I'd like. Oh, and me and a few friends couldn't figure this out. Do they tell you when you've been nominated for an award?
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