-Congratulations-
Blue squares rippled across the sky, milky with clouds. I watched with a smile on my lips as outstretched hands snatched into the air to retrieve a cap. There was jostling and bustling and squeals and laughter. My feet, clad in brand new black ballet flats with cream trim, shuffled across the bright green grass, towards the stage where the graduates were pouring from.
Carlisle, Esme, Bella and Edward followed me closely, but I was just so eager to wrap my arms around Jasper in a congratulatory hug for over the fiftieth time. The sky was rather bright but blotted with thick wisps of clouds, and the whiteness shed over the dozens of blue gowns.
Finally, I found a head of fine golden hair on top of broad shoulders. My eyes met his, and I did my best to maneuver through hugging mothers and fathers clicking away on cameras.
"Jasper!" I called merrily, my arms outstretched.
His answer was a rather timid smile--we were among humans, after all. In his hand was a square hat with a golden tassel hanging from it, and the shiny fabric of the grad gown he wore glinted. My arms wrapped around the body that was hidden beneath the folds of hideous fabric.
"I'm proud of you, Jazz."
He pressed his cheek to my head as our family approached, smiling. "Another four years done with."
I wasn't about to be the one to tell him four more awaited after the summer. I smiled and let myself be hugged. "Congrats again, son." Carlisle came into view, clasping his hands. He looked rather sharp in a black suit and navy tie for the occasion, and by the disgusted look on Edward's face, the females of the crowd saw him as more than sharp. My father clapped his newest son on the shoulder, and the too shared a moment of pride.
"Let me at him, Carlisle!" Esme's chipper voice rang out. I stepped away, grinning, while my mother ran into Jasper's leaning frame. She embraced him and stood high enough on maroon heels to kiss his cheek. He shyly smiled again as she let her proud maternal eyes dance on her child's face.
"Hey, Esme, don't I get a kiss?" Emmett's booming voice carried to us. We looked up, overwhelmed by this happy moment. Emmett and Rose were approaching, hand in hand, two images of tacky blue. I dreaded the day I would have to wear Forks High graduating gowns.
Rose flipped her hair as if to laugh at the other girls' faces--saying 'Ha! Look at all your hat hair!' I huffed a sigh at my vain sister, but ran up to greet her and Em none the less.
Emmett hugged me so fiercely that my tiny feet lifted from the grass. I dangled them and pumped them as I laughed into his hulking shoulder. He released me and moved on to high five Edward and practically noogie the blushing Bella.
I stood back and watched Rose get hugged by her father, and I felt a strong and familiar arm drape over my shoulders. I smiled up at Jasper, and noticed that he didn't suffer hat hair, either. He was a rare one that could easily pull off the cap with his wispy bangs peeking from the cerulean colored hat. As I thought of the prop like cap, he placed it on my head and kissed my nose.
I giggled before he leaned down to whisper, "Only one more year, love." I nodded to that.
"Shall we be off, then?" Carlisle's voice rose to meet our ears. Jasper and I nodded happily, and we all headed to our vehicles.
We Cullens didn't go off and visit other graduation parties, of course. We didn't befriend humans, which was just fine with me, aside from Bella--because having a party with my family was always a bash.
Jasper's eyes widened and rolled as we pulled into the long driveway. "Your decorations are more over the top each year, my dear." I smiled in the backseat beside him as Carlisle, driving--chuckled.
I tied gold and blue balloons an every single branch that became a hallway for our cars. Ribbons and streamers created a sea of blue and gold around us. I squeezed his arm and smiled more. "You love it, though."
Jasper smiled. "Of course. Thank you, Alice."
Emmett sighed. "I'll love it more when I won't have to be the one cleaning it up, Alice."
I rolled my eyes. "You'll enjoy it enough that you'll feel guilty for not helping out. Just grab a tree and shake it, and everything will fall off. Easy as pie."
"Pie is gross, Alice." Emmett grumbled. I laughed along with Jasper--I felt his body rumble with deep laughter as I heard my giggles lace inside of his.
I snatched Jasper's hand and leapt from the car, pulling him along. Esme pulled up behind us in Edward's silver Volvo, containing herself, Edward, and Bella.
Edward emerged with an arm around his human love. I smiled and felt my eyes twinkle at her appearance I had made for this occasion.
She wore a burgundy dress--rather bold for her timid persona, that was a little baby-dollish, and some plain black shoes. I didn't want her to kill herself on a pair of stilettos borrowed from Rose. Her dark hair glinted in the porch lights, letting the tiny traces of red glow. Gorgeous ringlets cascaded over her shoulders.
While still hauling Jasper, I scurried to place my hand in Bella's hot palm, and smiled as I dragged half my family to enjoy the party I had planned for the night.
One may think that a party of eight people would be awkward--the dancing and since we had no refreshments besides red punch for Bella, that is. I later wished I had chosen the blueberry punch, for Emmett was all up for ragging on Bella as she appeared to be drinking blood out of a Dixie cup. Bella's face was permanently red that night, but I could plainly see she loved our company.
Emmett and I were the ringleaders for the fast paced dance numbers, and Edward and Rose joined in a few times, but other than that it was just my bulky brother and me jumping around under the red-tinged lights.
Once a fast-paced tune jolted to a halt, I spun to Edward, who was twiddling with the huge stereo we owned. I rolled my eyes as his pale fingers flicked across the panel, adjusting knobs and tuners until he stepped away, light glinting dimly from his teeth.
A soft piano solo flowed through the speakers, not one of my brother's pieces, no, but it was beautiful nonetheless. I looked around, watching Emmett lumber to Rose and wrap his arms around her statuesque frame. She smiled, and I truly felt accomplished that they could have an intimate yet appropriate night of celebration.
Emmett wore a button up with pale blue pinstripes, running up and down but blurred by the red lighting I had created. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, for even I had heard the soft ripping as he had tried to pull the cuffs together around his huge wrists.
Rosalie wore a white dress, tight and hitting above her knees. There were navy blue vintage flower patterns dancing across the fabric. A single silver chain dangled from her wrist--no doubt a graduation gift from her love.
Carlisle and his wife danced too, Esme pressed her face against his strong chest. His fingers burrowed through her hair, his palm on the delicate laced waist of the black and maroon dress she sported. His pale skin contrasted nicely. Lovely.
"May I have this dance?" I heard my favorite sound in the world--both velvety and soothing, calm and loving. I turned to Jasper as he towered over me, the lights illuminated his full-lipped smile. His perfect white teeth glowed like star beams.
I smiled and ran right into him--leaned into his tall and lean body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my ear to his unbeating heart. I smiled peacefully as we shuffled to the soothing melody. I listened to my ballet flats shuffle on the wood floor, his black formal shoes whisper metallically.
As the music picked up, the beat changing to become more powerful, he spun me on a raised hand. I crooked one leg and twirled on the other, stopping only when Jasper's steady hand pressed to my waist.
He stopped me and pulled me back into his arms, pressing his forehead to mine, craning his neck to do so. "Thank you for the party, Alice." he whispered sensually.
"Are you enjoying it?" I asked in the same tone.
"No one couldn't enjoy one of your parties." he told me. I smiled, my lips feeling numb with happiness and endless grins of the day's past.
His fingers prodded the bottom of my chin, pulling me upward. I reached the best I could as he stooped to my level the best he could, and our lips met.
We continued to dance to the slowing music as our lips rubbed together, massaging the skin and dancing through sighs. I pulled away, our lips still brushing against each other's. A smile twitched my lips as I whispered, "Congratulations."
It is fluffy--sorry if i am dissappointing my angst-loving reviewers out there :/ i'll wait for more idead to come a-floodin!