Twilight Twins Chapter 38: Part 38 Graduation Jitters, a twilight fanfic

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Green Day- Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

Another turning point A fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist Directs you where to go So make the best of this test And don't ask why It's not a question But a lesson learned in time It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs And still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf in Good health and good time Tattoos of memories And dead skin on trial For what it's worth It was worth all the while It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life

It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life

Part 38

Graduation Jitters

(Bella's POV)

"What do you mean we're having a graduation party?" I nearly yell, "Have you finally gone insane over missing one too many shopping trips? Great, the Graduation Nazi has arrived to torture us all to death." Alice gives me an evil smirk, "You can call me all the names you want Isabella Swan, but we're having this party because everyone in this family needs one last hurrah before we go overthrow an empire that's been in existence for a few millennia." She takes my hands in her own and a desperate, pleading look takes over her pale features, "We may never have another chance to be together, just having fun like the whacky teenagers that most of us are Bella. Are you really going to give me a hard time and deny your family this one last, all out, balls to the walls, party of epic proportions just because you are adverse to a little bit of attention?"

I groan, "Alice--" Carlie cuts me off, "Bella if I can agree to be a part of this three ring circus Ali is putting together, I'm sure as hell not letting you get out of it. Geez, I thought I was supposed to be the self-centered one." I try to argue, "But Car--" I'm interrupted by Alice this time, "No buts out of you, bitchy Bella. You know how much I love you, but Carlie's right this time. If she can subject herself to this party for the sake of the people she loves, you should have no problem with it. I don't know if you realized this dear, but even though Edward's world revolves around you, the rest of us have much more interesting things to do than listen to you whine and moan about how much you hate getting attention or receiving gifts. You aren't going to guilt trip us out of this like you do your mate. Besides, the invitations have already been sent."

I hear Carlie light a cigarette and turn to glare at her. She has a smug look on her face. "What are you so thrilled about?" I hiss. She rolls her eyes, "Bella, this party isn't 100% about a bunch of drunk high school kids spiking the punch with rum and dry humping each other all night. You're a smart girl, we thought you would have figured that out by now." I cross my arms and lean against the door frame, "Pray tell, sister mine." She snickers, "Bells, think about how much it would confuse another vampire if they crashed into Cullen mansion and was assaulted by the scent trails of the entire junior and senior class of Forks High school mixed in with yours, ours, and the wolves? How many false trails would they follow that were made by party goers looking for a secluded spot to go make out? You know, for such a genius, you are being a real fuctard about this."

Emmett sticks his head in the door, "Um, the second level of the deck is finished Ali. The wolves want to take a break before we start on the third. Edward is a little worried that we might have to move the last level farther back from the riverbank than we had originally thought because the ground isn't holding like it should and we don't have time to shore it up properly." She beams at her brother, "Thanks Em! We'll be out with lunch in just a few minutes." He gives a two-finger salute and disappears back outside. Alice stacks four large bowls of snacks and moves towards the door, "We'll talk about this more later Bells. Lets go feed the boys!" I turn to Carlie after our hyperactive pixie bounces out, "Whose idea was it to have this party in the first place? Besides Alice?" Carlie picks up a tray of sandwiches, "Leah, Allen, and Jasper's. It gives us another tactical advantage in case Ali's vision about our timeline is obscured." I lift another tray heaped with grilled chicken, bratwurst, and hamburgers, "I still think it's a bad idea," I mumble and follow her out onto the partially constructed multi-level deck behind the Cullen house.

I have to admit that I am thoroughly impressed by the mornings work. The guys had been working on the first level of the deck during the past week, after school and before training. They had completely removed the old patio and replaced it with a much larger version, this time built out of a material that is supposed to be much more durable than wood. They had also built a roof over this level, giving the option of entertaining outside despite inclement weather. The second level is beautiful, boasting three eight foot high water fountains nestled in between sloped flowerbeds. I place the large tray on one of the buffet tables that has been pushed up against the house. I slide my sunglasses down over my eyes out of habit and marvel at the sight before me, a result of the rare sunny day.

All of the men had removed their shirts while working and now the backyard is full of a mixture of russet and ivory skinned bodies that would make any girl swoon. Oddly enough, the fact that vampire skin sparkles like thousands of multi-faceted diamonds does not deter from their beauty whatsoever, it actually enhances it. My gaze falls upon the most beautiful of them all. My Adonis. He is standing beside his father, looking over Esme's blueprints for the deck, his faded blue jeans hanging low on his hips and his muscles rippling as he chuckles at something my vampire hearing missed. Too bad it's such a pain trying to figure out which Edward I'm going to be subjected to and I'm not in the mood for Assward today. He turns slightly to light his cigarette then runs his free hand through his sun-kissed bronze locks. He notices me staring and pulls down his sunglasses to offer me a wink and my favorite smile. I don't think I will ever get used to his eyes being his natural emerald instead of the tell tale honey that betrays our vegetarian lifestyle. He knows what he does to me and proves it by lifting his fingers in a V and flicking his tongue between them. I feel a hitch in by breathing and my panties dampen. I see his smug smirk make an appearance on his perfect face. Yay, Assward Cullen has come out to play. "Arrogant jerk," I mutter and make my way back to the kitchen to retrieve more food as his laughter floats through the air.

I levitate the remaining bowls of food out before me, careful not to collide with anyone. I feel Edward's arms snake around my waist just as the last bowl makes contact with the table, "I thought being an arrogant jerk was part of my irresistible charm," he taunts in a low voice while pressing his hardness against my back, "Let's go to our room and I'll let you ride me till you're screaming my name so loud they could hear you from Carlie's." I decide to be indifferent to his obvious arousal and twist myself out of his grasp with a shrug. "It was somewhat charming, initially, but the whole self-centered asshole thing gets a little old when there are so many other, nicer, boys vying for my attention Cullen," I answer in an offhand tone, "And I bet those other boys would have no problem treating me respectfully. " He grabs my hips and spins me around so that I'm facing him. I notice his sunglasses are gone. "Call me that one more time and I'm going to drag you upstairs and respect the hell out of you," he warns in a menacing snarl, his hands palming my rear. Oh my god, his eyes are even more hypnotic now and he knows it. Get a grip Bella. I cock an eyebrow and glare at him. "Oh, and what are you going to do about it Cullen? Give me and Carlie another Volvo to destroy so you'll be reminded of how big of a jackass you can be?" I challenge. "Bring it Cullen. I'd love the opportunity to smash something to bits right now." I hear a rumbling growl erupt in his chest, "Ooh, kitten's showing her claws today. Normally that's adorable, but today it's just makes me want to book you an appearance on the Jerry Springer show. What's got your thong in a twist?" I break away from his grip yet again and slink away, "I'm not in the mood to deal with one more prick calling me names today Cullen. I've already been assaulted by our sisters because I don't think this graduation party is a good idea. Come see me when Assward is locked up nice and tight."

I make it to one of the huge trees shading part of the yard. I draw back my fist to take my frustrations out on the innocent conifer when he grabs my hand. "Bella, I don't know what I did to piss you off, but I'm sorry," Edward proclaims. I gaze into his eyes until I'm sure Assward isn't going to return before I let out an exasperated sigh, "It's not just you Edward. I'm tired of being yelled at because I think the party is a bad idea. I'm scared Carlie will have an episode because she's forcing herself to be around the guests. Not to mention, how will we be able to protect all of them if the Volturi suddenly show up and want to wipe out half the teenagers in Forks because they happen to be at a party being thrown at the Cullen estate? What if they decide that the party is a perfect time to send in a spy and all of our plans get ruined and we end up executed? Oh, and what do we do if someone cuts themselves and I try to eat them or one of the wolves gets too excited and furplodes in front of everyone?" He pulls me to his chest as a sudden burst of sobs choke of my ability to speak coherently. He lovingly rubs the hand I don't have a death grip on up and down my back, whispering soothing words and 'I love you's' until I calm enough to relax against him.

"I'm so scared for our family Edward," I rasp out in a hoarse voice, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to them that I could have prevented." He uses our joined hands to lift my face, "I'm scared shitless, to be honest. Those fears you have? I have them, Jake has them, Mischa has them. Everyone does. But you can't forget how subjective Alice's visions are love. Following her prophecies is like having a guideline to go off of angel. We have some wiggle room and are trying to make the best of the time we have left. I'm not saying to forget them, I'm telling you to enjoy this as much as you can while you can."

I don't answer and after a while, he starts leading us in a slow dance. I go along with it, mirroring his steps in an antiqudated waltz under the watchful gaze of the ancient tree. When the dance is finished, he gently arches me back and reverently presses his lips to the flesh over my still heart once before rising to my lips and kissing me tenderly. When we straighten ourselves, he pulls me close once more, purring contently. "You don't think we're going to make it, do you?" I suddenly blurt out, surprising myself and him simultaneously. He tenses for a moment before forcing his body to relax and plant a kiss on my forehead. "I try very hard not to think that," he qualifies after a long minute, "But I also cannot escape the gravity of the situation." He leans back so he can see my face, "I swear I will do everything in my power to keep you and our family safe Isabella. I still have every intention of rubbing it in every motherfuckers face that you're mine and mine alone when I marry you."

"I love you Edward," I whisper in response. He kisses me softly, "You are my life. Whatever shadow of a man I claimed to be as I tread upon this lonely earth before your light saved me has fallen, forgotten by the wayside. Though I can read minds, I cannot pretend to know what may come to pass nor dream of the wonders tomorrow holds in store, therefore every night, when the sun goes down, I thank what gods there may be that I was able to spend one more day with you and every dawn I again thank them because you chose to be my guiding light in the darkness, staving off the hollow oblivion of my former existence once more."

"Hey you two! Get your asses over here, we still have work to do!" Allen's voice breaks through our little bubble. "Go fuck yourself Danford!" Edward retaliates. Mood broken, enter cocky Edward, stage right. "I have to go rough up the fruitcake angel," he grins and smacks me hard on the rump before jogging off at human speed.

I follow at a walk, only catching up after Edward has tackled Allen and is carrying him down to the river in a fireman's carry. Allen doesn't go quietly. When Edward heaves Allen up over his head, Allen grabs Edward's hair and they both go tumbling into the cool water. I hear laughter from above me and notice my sister perched on one of the larger branches, sketchbook in hand. I'm glad to see that she isn't wearing her black hoodie, instead opting for a black cotton cami that says 'I *heart* Zombies' across the chest in bold red lettering. "What are you working on?" I ask, climbing the tree to join her. She adjusts her stoner sunglasses, "Just trying to capture the day really. I can't help with the construction and Esme is manning the buffet with Rainne so I thought I'd relax for a bit and draw." I know better than to ask to see her sketches before they are finished, so I simply relax against the trunk and observe my sister while she enjoys herself.

During our little siesta, Alice finds us and joins in the relaxation. Her raven tresses once again are highlighted with hot pink streaks. "Are we pretending to be squirrels now?" she inquires playfully. "I sure as hell hope not because squirrels are out to take over the world and the world is too much fucking trouble to run," Mischa retorts as she climbs over me to rest on a branch above us. I see Rosalie, Leah, Esme and even little Rainne also making their way up. "Did your monkey man teach you those moves Rose?" Leah quips after seeing the blond vampire perform a front flip to land on the branch opposite Mischa. Esme sets Rainne next to her and wraps and arm around her to keep her from falling. "This is nice," my adopted mother comments appreciatively, "Good vantage point to sit back, relax, and watch the men work. Bravo Carlie." Carlie grins at her, "Thanks Mom."

The fact that the boys now have a rapt audience isn't lost on them. They double their efforts to look appealing and knowledgeable of the tasks at hand. It's almost laughable, their exaggerated attempts to garner attention. "Aw, how boys are doing tricks to get our attention girls," Esme muses aloud, inciting a round of vicarious laughter. "Well, it isn't every day that you get nearly a dozen males of various mythical species to do renovations in your backyard, " Rainne adds, blushing furiously as her mate lifts a batch of planks onto his shoulder, making his muscles ripple nicely. "Great, Rainne has finally claimed Bella's place as resident blusher," Alice teases, pinching one of the girls pink cheeks. I chuckle as Rainne responds by turning an even deeper shade of pink. Carlie nudges my shoulder, "You have a better line of sight to the coolers, get us food eaters a drink, would you?" I draw my will and urge the drinks up out of the coolers and over to us. Rainne stares wide eyed at the soad can floating in front of her until Esme reaches out and grasps the can. "Don't worry dear," Esme coos as she opens the can and hands it to Rainne, "You will get used to these things soon enough." Rainne nods dumbly and takes a long pull from the can.

As the afternoon wears on, appreciative glances give way to whistles and catcalls echoing out from our little roost. The guys revel in it, their responding antics growing progressively more ridiculous with every attempt. Eventually, on Esme's urging, we drop out of the tree together and saunter towards our men, who immediately get a lustful sparkle in their eyes. They form a loose line in the yard, expectant. We slip between them, our only contact a hand on their shoulder as we move by. Esme makes Carlisle's jaw drop when she diverts her attention to Quil, the lone wolf of the pack. She is so bold to kiss his cheek before walking on. We come to a halt on the riverbank and pull our tops and pants off, jumping into the water in naught but our bra and panties while the boys are still dumbstruck. Luckily, it doesn't take too long for them to catch on. When they do, they undress in a flurry of clothing and splashing as they rush to get to their mates.

I feel Edward's eye boring into me as he enters the water. His smile is no longer laid back, it now resembles the look a stalking lion gets when it focuses on it's oblivious prey. "Bella, Bella, my Bella," he chants in a hypnotic voice as he cuts through the water, his eyes never deviating from my retreating form. Under his gaze, I truly begin to feel like his prey. I feel my breathing accelerate and my muscles tense, preparing for the inevitable onslaught. For all my abilities, my newborn strength is on the wane and I know instinctively that I am no match for his natural speed. It doesn't stop me from attempting a futile escape. I dive under the surface and try to swim under him, but he is faster, clamping down on my ankle as I swim by. He pulls my body flush with his and plants a passionate kiss on me. As we surface, I feel his free hand slip inside the waist of my panties and I feel two fingers find my entrance. "Mine," he growls against my lips, "Say it. Out loud. I want to hear it." I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his middle as the speed of his ministrations increase," Yours. All yours," I gasp against him, losing myself in the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of me. He pulls his lips from mine and they travel down my face and to my throat. I feel the tightening in my stomach and as soon as I feel his teeth bite into my flesh, I fall over the edge. I clamp down on his shoulder to quiet the moans coming out of my mouth. "Let's go to our room," he mumbles against my neck. "Please," I whimper and he begins moving us to the shoreline. Right now I don't care that we're going ot have a stupid graduation party or that we'll most likely be really dead by the end of summer, all that matters right now is his hands and lips on my skin, leaving trails of icy fire wherever they touch. We reach the water's edge and stop long enough to gather our clothes before racing to our room at full speed.

(Carlie's POV)

We all watch Edward and Bella run off with knowing chuckles. "Wow Em, it seems like Eddie and Bells took a page from you and Rose's book," Allen jests as Leah winds her arms around his shoulders, allowing her body to float out behind him as he moves. Emmett's booming laugh echoes through the valley, "Hell, at least they learned from the best!" Jake rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of my nose, "Yeah, because Em likes to pretend that he didn't learn everything he knows by watching bad porn." I laugh and lets my arms drop from around his neck and hold tight with my legs as the current keeps my torso afloat. I'm very proud of myself at the moment. I was able to strip down practically naked, exposing all of my scars to my family, before diving into the water. I had only hesitated slightly when it came to shedding my clothing, entering the water mere seconds after the other girls.

That thought sticks with me as the sun sets and we finally exit the water and dress to prepare dinner for the famished crew. The vampires leave to go hunting with promises to be home before dawn. The seniors last day of school is the coming Wednesday and they are all leaving for an extended trip that night, not coming home until Saturday, the day of the party. The humans will all be staying at my house, as usual, but the wolves will be on high alert for the duration of the vampires absence. None of us will be going near the Cullen house after the party wraps up, unless the situation is dire, in a last ditch affort to preserve the human odors that will permeate the space.

The next few days fly by in a blur. Between the party, graduation itself, training, and school, the is literally no time to think about something twice, let alone second guess it. Nerves are frayed and we are all getting a little snarky with each other. The breaking point comes on Tuesday night when we all are sitting in the parking lot of a random fast food place and Rainne comes out from the restroom and runs into Embry's arms, sobbing her heart out. "What happened? Are you hurt?" Embry asks, his voice thick with worry. "J-Jessica," is all she manages to choke out before we spot the culprit. Six angry women are instantly circling Jessica, who looks like she's going to piss her pants. "What the fuck did you say to our little sister?" Rosalie snarls menacingly at the frizzy-haired bitch. Jessica's face pales under the ten tons of make-up spakled to her skin. "Nothing! She's lying!" she insists, putting her hands up in surrender. "Bullshit," Mischa spits, "You obviously don't have someone's dick bouncing off of your tonsils right now so no doubt you took a breath to say something stupid. Spill it bitch before we decide not to wait on determining the extent of your punishment for fucking with our sister and just dole out the maximum penalty."

Edward winks at me and I open my mind to him. *Jessica was in the restroom with her little band of wannabes and they saw Rainne go in. While she was taking a piss, Jessica starting insinuating that Rainne was the new installment to our litle 'band of whores' that we have in our gang. Jessica went as far as to ask Rainne if she knew that the only way to become a full member was to let us guys gang rape her and made a comment on how stretched out her pussy must be after being the new toy for us to play with. When Rainne called her a liar, Jessica then asked her why did she, Jessica, just have to turn down a threesome with Embry and Quil earlier that day. Jessica had thrown herself at them before lunch and Rainne had seen it.* I repeat, verbatum, every word for my sisters.

There is a resounding crack and I see Alice standing defiantly in front of Jessica, a red mark already beginning to make itself known on her cheek. "I should tear your scrawny little arms off for hurting my baby sister," Alice growls, her voice dripping with venom. I hear water dripping and the overpowering smell of urine attacks my nostrils."Oh my god!" Leah exclaims in a fit of laughter, "The bitch just pissed herself!" Jessica suddenly determines to fight back and moves to smack Alice back. Rosalie catches her hand and uses it to hit Jessica in the nose, creating a satisfying crunch as it makes contact. She cries out on Leah knees her in the stomach and as she's doubling over in reaction to the pain, Mischa kicks her in the chin, reversing her momentum and forcing her to fall on to her back on the wet blacktop. Bella reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, yanking her back to her feet. Her hands come up and claw at my sisters hand, but the exercise is futile. I double up my fist and plow my fist into her abdomen, effectively knocking the wind out of her. Bella relinquishes her hold on Jessica's hair, a satisfied smirk on her face. "I'd stick with sucking cock from now on, if I were you, Jessica," I advise, "Talking just gets you in trouble." We turn and start walking away before Rosalie stops and pivots on her stilettos to face the bitch once more, "Oh, and stay the hell away from my little sisters or next time I will happily claw your eyes out." With that, she flips her blond hair in a dismissive gesture and links her arms through Leah and Mischa's. "Damn! that felt good!" Mischa laughs as we reunite with the boys. Seth kisses her soundly, "Good job baby, but somebody called the cops and we have to jet like five minutes ago!" We hurriedly get on our bikes and take off, laughing heartily when we see the flashing lights of the patrol car emerge distantly from the opposite direction of the restaurant.

Wednesday morning, I'm curled up on the sofa in my room, finishing up my sketch of the boys lined up on the riverbank when Jake scoops me into his arms and gives me a kiss that makes my toes curl. "Love you," he murmurs when the need to breathe forces us apart. "Love you more," I reply, then notice the time, "You're here early, excited about your last day of school?" He bobs his head excitedly, "Yeah, because after today, the Den will be my permanent address until we move somewhere else!" "What?!" I gasp, disbelieving. His grins grows impossibly large, "Dad said he wanted to talk to me about something important when he called yesterday remember?" I nod and wave a hand for him to continue. "Well, he told me that he is moving in with Sue and Harry here soon because Harry isn't doing so well after that first heart attack and Sue is having trouble finding people to look after him when she has to work. He's going to keep the house, just in case me or one of my sisters want it sometime down the road, but for now, he's going to rent it out for a little extra money. He told me that he wouldn't mind us moving in together on a more permanent basis now that we're done with school and stuff."

"Really? No shit? I get to keep you forever?" I ask, daring to get my hopes up. He nods slowly, " I promise. No more saying goodbye at night and having to sleep alone." I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist while seeking his lips. They easily find their mark and he eagerly deepens the kiss, his elation prominent in his movements. The trivial need for oxygen separates us again and he gingerly sets me back on the floor, then goes to my closet and begins searching for something. "Where is that gorgeous dress you got at that shop in Seattle when we thought we were still going to prom?" he asks, poking his head out of the door. I flick the ash from my cigarette," The green oriental style one?" He nods emphatically," Yeah, that's the one." "Why?" He smirks, "It's the last day of school and I want to show those jerks what they're missing out on one last time." I groan, "If I freak out, it's your fault, and I'm wearing my gyspy shawl over top or no deal." His smiles doesn't falter one bit, "Fine, now get moving."

I pull the dress out and the lingerie to go under it, then dig out the Giuseppe Zanotti whoever's buckled high heeled sandals that Alice had bought me to go with the damn thing. After pouring myself into the silken torture device, I use enameled chop sticks to pull my hair up in a messy bun, using hairspray to force my wild mane into submission. I take out my gauged double helix's and slide in my gold dragon hoops, specially made to fit my gauged ears, Christmas gifts from Emmett and Rose last year. I think they were part of the reason Alice had insisted that I buy this dress when we went shopping for prom gowns. Lastly, after putting on my usual eyeliner, I put on the sleeves that match the dress to cover my corset piercings and toss on my black lace gypsy shawl. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. The stupid ass things you do for love, I muse before grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs.

I ignore the eyes on me when I enter the kitchen to get my morning cup of java. "Something special going on that I don't know about?" Edward taunts as he ghosts through the glass doors and leans against the counter in front of me. I shrug and steal the cigarette he just lit, "Thanks for lighting it for me. Anyways, Jake wants to give the good ole' boys of Forks High one more 'Fuck you, she's mine' before we're done for good and I figured what the hell, might as well go out with a bang." Then I see Bella walk in, wearing a sapphire blue silk spaghetti-strapped handkerchief dress that skims the tops of her matching ribbon lace up sandals. Her hair is pinned up haphazardly, framing her face in natural finger curls. Edward kissed her hand and winks at me, "I guess great minds think alike Nessie." Jake comes in and claps Edward on the shoulder, "We're riding together today man, if that's alright with you. The transmission is screwing up on the Challenger and I don't fell like messing with Carlie's car too much until we can figure out what that shimmy is in the front end." Edward nods absently, "Sure, just don't make a fucking habit of mooching rides in my baby." Jake rolls his eyes, "Okay Fuckward." He lays a chaste kiss on my cheek, "You are absolutely breathtaking. Breakfast?" I answer by snatching a croissant from his plate and taking a bite out of it. He puts a few more on another plate and hands it to me as I follow Edward into the sunroom on account it it pouring down outside.

Edward isn't his usual self this morning, but I don't ask about it. I know it can't be nerves, as many times as the Cullen's have matriculated, unless it's about Bella. This is her first time graduating from high school. Hell, we have a whole pack of werewolves graduating, including Seth largely because he worked his ass of to complete the courses necessary to graduate early, four witches, three vampires, and a lone normal human girl who happens to be a black belt in Kung Fu graduating. Okay, he has a right to be out of sorts today with it being the last day of school. Man, if he's this bad today, what's he going to be like when we all have to walk across the stage to get our diplomas? By the time Bella and Jake come in to enjoy the last peaceful minutes of the morning, I'm a nervous wreck just from sitting beside him for an hour.

The time comes to leave and we pile into Edward's car. It begins as a normal drive to school, fighting over music and volume and just chattering pleasantly. things change when Edward gets on the highway and begins heading north. "What are you doing?" Bella asks from her spot in the front seat. Edward offers his crooked grin, "Jake and I decided to give you two a reprieve and take you to Seattle for the day in lieu of being harassed by the male student population one last time." "What about everyone else?" I challenge. Jake pulls me close, "Don't worry honey, it's just the four of us. No Alice induced shopping seizures for you today." I sigh in relief and melt against him, "At least that's one thing we don't have to worry about Bell's." She nods thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving Edward's face. She thinks that the boys are up to something and I agree with her. We take turn trying to glean the information from their minds, but they've taken precautions. I hate having images of Emmett and Rosalie doing that nasty thrown at me so I give up quickly.

The normal 3 1/2 hour drive to Seattle takes just over two hours. Edward weaves through traffic until Jake whistles at something. Shortly after, Edward finds an all day parking garage and we set out on foot towards whatever they have in store for us. Fortunately, we dont have to wait long.

After a short walk, the boys stop us in front of the building that Jacob whistled at. Now they look nervous, shuffling their feet and running their hands through their hair. Bella's impatience gets the best of her for once. "Whatever you two are planning, just spit it out or I'm going back to the car to wait while you get yourselves together." Still neither speak. After a few minutes, Bella takes my hand, "Fine, we will see you two when you get your heads out of your asses," she spits before pulling me back down the sidewalk beside her. This forces them to react by grabbing us by our free hands. "Okay, okay," Edward says, "That building is the county courthouse and we have to be up there in 15 minutes." Bella gives him a confused look, "And why is that?" His eyes lock to hers, "Because in 15 minutes you and I are getting married and right after that we're going to witness Carlie and Jacob be married as well."

"What?!" I nearly shriek. Jacob pulls me close to him, "I want to marry you Carlie Elizabeth, you know that, and if this Volturi shit wasn't hanging over us, I would want us to wait and have the wedding of our dreams. Sadly, we don't know if that will ever be an option and if something should happen to either of us when this goes down, I want both of us to be safe in the knowledge that my wife knows how much I love her and that I will love her forever. I'll even make you a deal. We make it through this, we will have another, bigger wedding that all of our friends and family can attend and celebrate with us. What do you say?" My mind reels for a moment before grasping a flaw in their plans, "Jake, you need your dad to sign the papers!" He gives me my favorite smile, "Not when I have legal documentation stating that I am 18 years of age sweetheart." "What about the marriage license?" Bella interjects. Edward pulls two envelopes from his back pocket, "You mean these?" She tries one more time, "Witnesses?" Edward chuckles at her weak attempt, "We are going to witness for each other. I think it works out pretty well, don't you angel?" The boys watch us closely until we look to one another, then back to them, and nod once. They grin at each other, then grab our hands and rush us into the building.

The magistrate conducting the ceremony is amused to discover that Bella and I are twin sisters who decided to share their wedding day with one another. He even offers to perform both ceremonies at once to intertwine us even more. We agree simply because it saves time. The words are generic, only we swap out 'until death do us part' with 'for as long as we both shall live'. We share a laugh over the irony, causing the judge to look at us with more humor than before. I can't honestly remember what words we exchanged, but I can't forget the feeling of triumph as we slid the rings onto one another and thinking to myself 'He is mine forever and I am his. No one can take him from me now.'

Thursday morning I wake up sweating profusely and it takes a minute to register the giant Indian with his arms around me. 'My husband!' my mind cries out victoriously as the previous days events resurface. I wiggle enough so that I am able to roll on my side and gaze upon the sleeping form of my husband. His face looks so peaceful, untroubled by the fears that fueled his need to elope with me. His lips, the color of rum raisin, are drawn into an enigmatic smile. I wonder if he's dreaming about me? Or is he reliving our entire night of consummating our marriage? Just the thought makes my thighs wet, despite the tenderness between my legs. I wonder if Bella and Edward enjoyed themselves as much as we did. After the ceremony, Edward had tossed us the keys to his car and informed us that he and Bella were going to run the way and meet up with the rest of the family later for their hunting trip. Jake and I had pulled off the road twice on the return trip, unable to keep our hands to ourselves. It got no better once we got home. He'd carried me to our room and destroyed my dress before ravishing me. We'd only left the room once since yesterday afternoon and that was at 2 am. We had taken a short break to sneak down to the kitchen to rest and refuel.

My fingers play with the platinum band on his finger. I had taken enough time yesterday to enspell the band with the ability to expand and contract with Jake's phasing so he need never worry about breaking it or taking it off and losing it. He shifts as I'm playing to reveal the swan tattoo on his ribcage. I let his hand fall back on my hips and use the lightest of touches to trace the black bird. I stifle a chortle, remembering how Paul had once made the mistake of teasing my werewolf about the bird etched into his skin. Paul's voice was two octaves higher for a week after that little slip, one that he never made again.

"Morning, my beautiful wife," Jake says, startling me out of my reverie. I gaze up into his twinkling eyes, "Morning my incredibly sexy husband. Sleep well?" He grabs me and pulls me halfway onto his chest as he rolls onto his back, "I slept like a rock, I was exhausted, can't imagine why though," he jokes as his fingers play the the ribbons on my back. "I don't have a clue," I mumble against his bare chest before planting a kiss over his heart. "Mm-hmm, sure," he answers, "So you have no idea how I ended up with bloody scratches all over my back then, Mrs. Black?" I can't supress a giggle and hide my face againts his side, "No Mr. Black, I can't say that I do, but whoever did that to you must have enjoyed what you were doing." He chuckles softly and briefly presses his lips to my forehead. I shift my leg and graze his stiff member. "Did someone miss me?" I ask, rubbing my leg against him. He just smirks so I answer that by lifting the sheet and moving so that I straddle his hips. I lower myself, sheathing him completely in one swift motion, gasping as he sinks in to the hilt. "Oh god Carlie, you're so fucking tight and wet," Jake moans in a husky voice, his large hands finding their way to my hips and moving them in a slow cadence.

My insides are already thrumming after just a few strokes, I know I'm not going ot last long this time. "You feel so fucking good inside of me Jake," I whimper and force my body into a faster tempo. "You like how that big cock feels in that tight little hole of yours?" Jake asks, his tone dripping with lust. "Mm, yeah, so fucking good," I gasp, my head falling back as I put my hands on his thighs for leverage. One of his hands slides lower until his thumb finds my sensitive bud and begins gently flicking it. "Fuck Carlie, I can see my cock pumping in and out of you, " Jake gasps, "It looks so fucking hot. Come for me baby, I want to see how wet you make my cock when you do." His words spurn me on and I start slamming down on him hard and fast, my own cries of pleasure no doubt being heard by every occupant of the house. "Fuck me Jake, fuck me hard, "I plead as my body begins quivering with my impending orgasm. He begins pistoning his hips in rhythm with mine, our bodies crashing together with such force that I would have been knocked off of him if he wasn't holing me in a death grip. I scream his name as my orgasm takes me, but he doesn't slow, instead choosing to move even faster. "I'm so close, cum with me," he begs as his fingers assault my center, causing me to explode as I feel his release hit my walls.

As we come back down, I fall forward onto his chest and wipe the sheen of persperation from my forehead. "Now that is one hell of a way to wake up," I ponder as I catch my breath. He tenderly strokes my hair down my back, "If I have any say in it, that's how you'll wake up every morning sweetheart," he promises. I swat his chest playfully, "Don't make promises you can't keep Mr. Black." He growls and gives me a quick but love filled kiss, "Who says I'm not going to keep it Mrs. Black?" I snicker and slide off the bed with the sheet wrapped around me, "Join me for a shower husband?" Unabashed by his nudity, he springs to his feet, "Sounds delightful, my darling wife."

What begins as an honest attempt to get clean turns into a round of mind blowing shower sex and ends with the breaking of the shower head I was using for leverage while my husband fucked me senseless. I have to turn the water off quickly because water is spraying everywhere, including inside the wall. "Oopsy, I think we killed it," I chirp as I inspect the now useless hunk of metal. "No, my love," he laughs, "this one's all on you." Jake's chortling drowns whoever is banging at the door and yelling. "Hold your fucking horses!" I yell, "I'm getting dressed dammit!" Jake dons a pair of loose fitting jeans that hang low on his hips, giving me a nice view of the V at his hips that I could spend all day licking. Yum. Jake notices me licking my lips and snaps his fingers, "You can have more later. Get dressed for now." I roll my eyes and quickly slip into a pair of black yoga pants and one of Jake's tee shirts. He smiles at my choice and unlocks the door. It swings open to reveal Leah and Mischa, worried looks on their faces. "What the hell did you break?" Leah asks, eyeing us both suspiciously. My husband jerks his thumb at me, "Nessie broke the shower head." Mischa and Leah's face screw into dual masks of shock. "How in the holy hell did you do that?" Mischa presses. I wink at her, "You really don't want to know the answer to that sister mine. Just be comforted in the knowledge that it died for a good cause." I side step them and bounce down the stairs, whistling a random tune as I go. I'm so happy right now that the looks I'm getting from my family sitting at the table don't even register on my annoyance scale.

(Bella's POV)

After three nights and two days of gorging ourselves and making love indiscriminately, my husband and I find ourselves doubled over with laughter on Saturday morning as Leah and Mischa convey their thoughts about Thursday morning and the racket that led them to discover that my sister and her new husband had ripped the shower head out of the wall in their bathroom while having sex. "We were so caught up in making fun of them for it that we didn't even notice the little band that had joined her engagement ring until after the third cup of coffee and she laid her hand flat on the table beside me!" Mischa laughs. "Yeah, that's when the house went batshit," Carlie surmises after grinding out her cigarette, "If that secretary hadn't been nice enough to take all of those pictures for us, I think we would have been forced to go back and do it all over again Bells." I shrug, "I wouldn't mind that too much." Edward and I had already talked about having another ceremony if and when we made it through this. It would be more like a wedding reception except that we would renew our vows in front of our family beforehand. Edward even offered it to be another double ceremony to keep the new, special connection we now irrevocably shared with Carlie and Jacob.

I notcie Alice pouting and pat her hand affectionately. She replies with a little smile. The poor pixie knew about the whole plan that our husbands had brewed, but had kept her lips sealed after Edward's not so idle threat to cancel all of her credit cards if he dared to utter a single word about what had been in store for us. They had been planning it for weeks and Alice consoled herself by buying the four of us a mountain of wedding gifts.

The peaceful day is brought up short when Alice announces that it's time to go over to the mansion and start getting ready for the party. "The party doesn't even start until six Ali," Mischa whines, refusing to extract herself from the safety of her mates embrace. Alice is unsympathetic, "It's after two now Misch. Even with the help of you witches, we still have less than four hours to get everyone in this family ready for the biggest graduation party in Forks history!" "Oh my fucking god Ali, are you on crack?" Mischa retorts, "No matter what you do to me, I will still look like a cow when it's all said and done so please cut the bullshit and just be supportive of my choices okay?" Alice gives her a look, "Mischa, you are my little sister and I love you dearly, but if I ever hear you talk bad about yourself like that again, I will smack you across your pretty little mouth." Mischa snorts, "That's easy coming from the ultra skinny girl who never got laughed at by these fucking yahoos that got invited for being a miserable fat ass." Alice turns around, hands on hips, "you know Mischa, you automatically put yourself down when a person even attempts to mention how nice you look or how pretty you are and I'm tired of it. Are you going to let your father's hurtful words chase you around for your whole existence?" Mischa shrugs, "Probably Alice, they've been ingrained in my head for far too long now. I thought we were leaving?" She moves passed the little pixie without another word.

My adopted sister stomps her foot, "Damn! I wish I could find a way to make her understand that she is nothing like her father said she was! If he wasn't already dead I would seriously consider murdering him for utterly destroying any chances of her having good self esteem." I sigh, "Quit stomping before you break the floor. Mischa's going to have that problem her whole life and so we do the only thing we can do and that's to never give up and to always make sure that she knows that we think she is beautiful just the way she is." Alice sighs in defeat as we make our way outside, "I know Bella, it's just hard to see her despising the way she looks, she's so pretty inside and out." I give her a hug before joining my husband in his vehicle.

Edward's face lights up as I slide into the seat, taking my hand in his as soon as the door closes, "There's my beautiful wife," he announces, "I was worried that I was going to have to throw you over my shoulder and run like hell to save you from Alice." I smirk at him, "She's just worried." He nods sagely, "About Mischa, I know. And you're right, we can't change her opinion of herself overnight, so we just have to keep reminding her of how fucking beautiful she is." I bite my lip and nod thoughtfully as a comfortable silence fills the car.

In the time it takes us to get home, Alice has already arrived and has roped Carlisle and Jasper into transferring the boxes of decorations from the garage to the recently completely four level deck. "Decoration Nazi Alice hard at work," Edward mutters as he parks the car, "Are you sure you don't want to run away to Alaska for the next few days?" I laugh and push open the car door, "Tempting, but you know she would just hunt us down and drag us back kicking and screaming. I personally would like to keep the few scraps of dignity I still have for a little while longer, thank you." He lets out a tortured moan and follows me out of the vehicle, "I swear, Alice should have been a dominatrix." I elbow him as he slips an arm around my waist, "I'm sure Jasper would just love to hear that sentiment."

It doesn't take long to finish decorating. Alice then transforms into Fashion Nazi Mode and starts handing out our outfits while barking orders on how each will be worn. I love my sister, but sometimes I'd love to strangle her. It's not like I'd kill her, since breathing is an optional thing with our kind, I just have a feeling that I would feel better after going through the act. Regardless, by the time 6 pm comes around, we are polished, primped, and looking downright fabulous for our guests. We take turns greeting them as they arrive, escorting them to the back deck where the party is rapidly taking on a rave-like atmosphere. I don't even know who some of these people are, but Alice greets every single one of them by name at some point during the evening.

The boys are taking turns in the DJ booth, each playing what suits their musical tastes. Any other time this would cause absolute chaos, but tonight it just seems par for the course. Dozens of young bodies moving to the music blaring out of the speakers, spread over all four levels of the deck. Multi-colored lights filter up from between the levels, flashing and pulsing, thus adding to the night club atmosphere. People do keep making attempts to spike the drinks, but with most of the honorees having a super-sensitive sense of smell, the alcohol infused concoctions are never on the table for long.

At some point, I catch a glimpse of my sister, looking amazing in a simple black halter top dress that has buckles down the front and her knee length boots, and she's dancing very suggestively with her husband, who has already lost his shirt and shoes. They each have a knee between the others legs and Carlie's arms are resting on his shoulders while his hands are on her hips, moving her with the music. Their foreheads are touching, their toned bodies shining with sweat in the flickering lights. I'm moved beyond words to see that she is having such a good time. She's been sad for so long. I sincerely believe that I have been looking at a whole new Carlie since the day we were married to our soul mates. She is always smiling and laughing. I missed that so much.

Edward comes up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and kissing my neck, "Penny for your thoughts?" I nod my chin in the direction of my sibling and her spouse, "She looks happy." He nods as he begins moving our bodies to the music, "She is Bella. I promise. I'm not saying that she won't have difficulties but, for the first time in a long time, Carlie is truly happy." His lips attack my neck and I don't think about anything else but his body moving in sync with mine and his lips worshipping my skin. Maybe this party wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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