Urg. Sorry guys, this chapter got deleted, so I had to re-write the entire thing. Not fun, let me tell you. So I'm sorry that this update took so long to get up. Maybe this chapter will be better than the one I wrote before it! And a side note: For those of you who read, "In a Manner of Speaking" by Momentarily Infinite, just remember that this is set after it's events, because of the plotline and stuff. I really love her story, and I wanted a way to honor it, but I don't want to screw anything up for either of our stories. They aren't really connected, her's is just plugged into mine.

WARNING! BREAKING DAWN SPOILERS IN THE CHAPTER. FOR AN EDITED VERSION, PM ME AND I'LL SEND YOU ONE!

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So...He's Not Best Man

"So? I totally don't care."

Yes you do.

"Do not."

You can tell me, Seth.

You're allowed to cry.

"R-Really?"

Really.

Anna was usually an early riser, but after all the trouble with the wedding Emily had been having her help out with, she kept sleeping later and later. I was sprawled across her couch, reading an old magazine — "Teen Mag — What do boys really think?" (Sounded interesting) — when she finally hobbled out, hopping sleepily on one foot. She was still wearing hello-kitty pajamas, and when she looked up, she made a tiny sound of shock. Her eyes were still bleary from sleep, but I could see she was a bit surprised to see me.

"'Morning, Seth," she said, flopping down on an armchair in the living room.

"G'Morning," I greeted, straightening up and nonchalantly throwing the magazine behind the couch. "How you sleep?"

"Terrible," she yawned. "Emily's got me worried about the wedding now."

"We don't have to go, you know."

She paused, looking up at me in surprise. Then awareness crept over her features. "You didn't get picked for best man, did you?"

I sighed, "Nope."

"Oh, Seth..." She hopped from her spot on the armchair to the spot right next to me and wound her arms around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I know how much that meant to you..."

"Not, really, it's fine with me. I don't mind that Sam chose Jared and Paul. 'Sides, I don't even really like him that much."

"Me either. I'd say we skip the wedding all together, but..."

"But what?"

"Emily's asked me to be a brides maid with Kim and Leah, on account of the fact that she doesn't have any sisters. Only a brother — Claire's dad."

I sat in shock for a moment. "But wait, then she's got three bridesmaids, which means — that jerk! Do you know Embry's phone number?"

"No, but he's in your contacts." Anna tried to get up to get my phone, but I was already across the room, rifling through the pockets in the pocket-shirt I brought (in case, y'know, Anna's dad came home from work for something.) My phone had to be in there somewhere...—aha! Pressing the end button, my phone came to life. It was a really, really old phone, so it still had...an antenna. I never pulled it out, though. I was saving up for a new phone, anyway. Looking through my contacts, I found that Anna was right — Embry's number was right there. I clicked call and held the phone to my ear.

"Yellow?"

"What?"

"Seth?"

"Yeah," I said impatiently.

"Whassuuuuuuuup? You never call me anymore, what —"

"Are you, or are you not one of Sam's best men?"

There was a pause on the one end of the phone. "Seth, don't be mad —"

"I'm not. I just wanted to know."

"Mmmhmm..."

"Okay, bye."

"B—"

I clicked off the phone before he could finish.

"Do you guys always talk so loud?" asked Anna indignantly. "I heard the whole thing. You wouldn't make a very good soldier, they have to be really quiet when they're out on missions and stuff."

"Yeah, we always talk loud." The truth was, we really didn't always speak with such volume. Well, that was partially a lie. We were loud and obnoxious — no one could deny that. But, there were times when we spoke quietly.

"Awh, don't be down," Anna pleaded, and I had to smile.

She smiled back. "That's better," she concluded.

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So...She's trying to cheer him up...

By taking him to Emily's.

Wow.

"Hey! It sounded like a good

idea at the time. Don't you

harp on me!"

Have you got a death wish?

"...nice question to ask the dying girl."

No one asked you.

"...? You just did!"

What? I have no idea what

you're talking about.

"GAH!"

"Hi, Em!"

"Hi!" chorused Emily and Embry, who both shot each other, than me, death glares.

"Don't call me Em," said Embry angrily.

"I was speaking to Emily, but hi Embry."

"Hi, Annabelle!" He seemed visibly cheered by my not-calling-him-Em.

"Anna, we've got to talk."

"Alrighty then," I replied to Emily. Seth was sulking behind me, though our hands were still wrapped together.

"Kat is going to be the bridesmaid."

I stood for a moment, but then, covering up my stupidity, I nodded. "Okay, then."

"You — you're not mad?"

"Nope."

Emily sighed in relief. "Okay, but I still want you in the wedding. I've decided to make you flower-girl with Claire."

Wait. What?

"Huh?"

I heard a hoot of laughter from the kitchen and guessed it was Paul.

"Claire and Caitlin are flower girls too."

"Let me guess, Caitlin's seven?"

"Hey! She's eight, I'll have you know."

Seth didn't look generally pleased with the new arrangement, but I gave his hand a warning squeeze, telling him without words to keep his mouth shut. Whatever made Emily happy on her wedding day was fine with me.

"And...I'm not sure if...the Cullens are coming from New Hampshire or not. I'm not sure...If so, then Renesmee's going to be a flower girl, too. So that's four."

So Emily was going for an extravagant wedding. I figured that from her wedding plans. She was the kind of girl who, probably like Kim, had planned her wedding since she was seven. Kim, however, already had a dream groom in mind at the time. From what I'd heard, she'd been crushing on Jared since grade-school. Emily may not have seemed like it to me at first — she seemed shy and motherly and homey, not big and extravagant and shmancy-fancy — but now that I really knew her, I knew that she was the girl who dressed up Barbie Dolls and had dolly-weddings on a daily basis.

"Okay then, Emily."

"Yay! This wedding is going to be perfect !"

I don't think anybody noticed Leah in the background with her face in her hands but me.

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Yay! OK. This is really short, but that's only because I didn't have internet, and there wasn't much to say in this chapter, truth be told. The next chapter, I assure you, will come much sooner and will be ready for you to read soon.

QUESTION! OK, should I bring the Cullens to the wedding? You know I love your feedback!

Love, Allie