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When Bella and I hit the lobby, we quickly found someplace to hide. We were just around the corner so that we could see the elevators but not be seen by anyone coming off of them. Bella was standing in front of me, pressing her back up against me and I was struggling to concentrate on our mission. She smelled so fucking good and she felt even better all pressed on me. My cock was rock hard and pressing against my boxers, begging to be touched by her.
"Did you leave the phone book on the bed?" she asked, breaking me out of my pervert thoughts.
"Yeah," I murmured, leaning down to her ear. She shivered against my body, which only caused me to smirk. Yep, I caused my girl to shiver. "Did you do your part?"
"Hmm," she hummed. "I left the ring box and the pamphlet on the dresser. I also called and let Mia know that phase three was starting. She was going to let the other two know as well. Which do you think they will go to first, yours or mine?"
"Yours," I chuckled, softly. "Esme will insist on it."
"Guess we are fixing to find out." Bella giggled as she gestured to the elevator and brought her video camera up.
Carlisle and Esme came rushing off, both of them were wearing looks of fear, anger, and shame on their faces. Esme was snapping at him that she knew they should have known what we were up to and he was nodding his head like a good boy. Suckers. They stormed out of the hotel and Bella and I headed out to follow them. They seemed to be in their own little world as they scurried down the street toward their destination.
Just as I knew it would be, their first stop was at a small chapel named A Special Memory Chapel. It was a small joint that looked like it had seen better days. The peach colored wallpaper was peeling in the corners and the beige carpet looked worn out and torn in a few places. From our position just outside the door, I could see Esme and Carlisle storm inside and up to the woman standing at the front desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the woman, eyeing Carlisle. Bella gagged and I nearly did.
"Stop looking at him," snapped Esme, slamming her hands down on the desk .The woman jumped back from her like she was afraid that Esme was going to reach across the desk and claw her eyes out, which if she didn't stop flirting with Carlisle, Esme just might do. "We are looking for two kids who were headed this way to get…" Esme paused as she took a deep breath. "…married here."
"Sorry, ma'am," smirked the woman, "but we haven't had anyone come in all night."
"If you are lying to me just to protect them, I will beat your ass. Trust me, I know how," growled Esme, reaching across the desk for her. Carlisle pulled her back behind him. Gutsy move, considering just how pissed off my sister was right now.
"Look, they might have told you to lie for them, but we need to stop them before they do something stupid," explained Carlisle. "Now, if they are here, tell us."
"They are not here," said the woman, flicking her hair behind her shoulder as she leaned toward Carlisle.
"Ugh, that's fucking gross," muttered Bella.
I cringed. "No shit."
"But I would be more than happy to give you a tour, Sugar. You know, to check all the nooks and crannies," she purred, winking at him.
"Oh God," groaned Bella. "I just threw up in my mouth."
"I'm going to be having nightmares for a month," I muttered.
"No, thank you," said Carlisle, politely as he took a step back. He turned to Esme. "We should go check the other one."
"Whatever."
Esme glared at the woman behind the desk before she started toward the door with Carlisle hot on her heels. Bella and I both hurried away so neither of them would see us. Phase three was going swimmingly. Carlisle and Esme headed up the street and a few blocks over until they were standing outside of another small wedding chapel, the one I had left open in the phone book. They marched inside and up to the front desk.
This one was nicer. The walls were painted a soft dusty rose color and it had hardwood floors that had been polished and well kept. Mia St. John, a short with dark brown hair and big blue eyes, standing behind the counter looked up and smiled at the two of them, ignoring the glares coming off Carlisle and Esme's faces. Like it was her fault that Bella and I were putting them through so much.
"Hi, are-"
"Look, we don't have time for pleasantries," snapped Esme, placing her hands on the counter. Mia cocked her eyebrow but didn't speak. This could turn ugly, quickly. "We are looking for a couple of pain in the ass kids who think they are getting married tonight. Now, I am not in the mood to play a round of 'let's dick around with the brother and sister of said kids' so just tell me if Bella Cullen and Edward Masen have been here."
Mia smiled as she placed her hands on the counter and shouldered up to my sister. "No, they haven't. Quite frankly, I'm upset with them both," she smirked. "We had an appointment set up for an hour ago and they haven't showed. I guess they went with one of their other two choices."
"What other two choices?" growled Carlisle, pushing Esme out of the way. Bella pressed her face into my chest as she laughed. Carlisle was an idiot.
"Stupid ass," I muttered as Esme hit him on the arm.
"He'll never learn," giggled Bella.
"I can't remember for sure but I think one of them was Golden Memories. It's about ten blocks down in the opposite direction," smiled Mia.
Carlisle and Esme stormed away from the desk and headed back over to the door. Bella and I once again moved so that they wouldn't see us. They stopped outside of the chapel, looking aggregated and pissed off. It was fucking perfect. Carlisle sighed and ran his hands through his hair as he looked up the street.
"I can't believe they would fucking run off to get married like this," he grumbled. "What the fuck are they thinking?"
"Who the hell knows," muttered Esme. "When I get my hands on that boy… I'm kicking his scrawny ass."
"If we don't stop them, you'll have to stand in line cause I'm pretty fucking sure that Emmett and Jasper will kill the boy," seethed Carlisle. "Not to mention that crap they will do to Bella."
"Then let's fucking hurry," snapped Esme.
Esme grabbed Carlisle's hand and started dragging him up the street. Once they were far enough away, Bella and I stepped out of the shadows and pushed open the door to the small chapel. Mia looked over at us and smiled.
"Edward and Bella, I presume?" she asked.
"Yes," smiled Bella. "Thank again for helping us."
"No problem," she laughed. "I have five older brothers. I completely understand. Shane has everything all set at the next one and your cab should be here any minute. Good luck."
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
Bella and I turned as the cab Mia had called for us pulled up to the curb. We climbed in and headed off to the next chapel. We passed Carlisle and Esme on the way but they were too busy fuming to notice us at all. The cab pulled up in front of our next stop and we climbed out. I tossed the driver some money and Bella and I found our hiding spot.
About five minutes later, Carlisle and Esme came rushing up the street. They threw the front doors open and stormed in. This time there was a young man with bright red hair and dark brown eyes standing at the front counter. Shane looked up at the two of them and smiled. Clearly, he didn't notice the pissed off looks on either of their faces.
"Hello, welcome-"
"Yeah, yeah, we know," snapped Carlisle. "Are Edward Masen and Bella Cullen here?"
"Who are you?" Shane asked, folding his arms in front of him.
"Her brother," growled Carlisle.
"Which one?" asked Shane. Even from our place outside the door, I saw Carlisle's nostrils flair.
"Why does that matter?" asked Carlisle.
"Well, I can't very well hand you the letter she left for one of the other ones, can I?" smirked Shane.
"I'm Carlisle," he gritted. Shane nodded his head and pulled out the plain white envelope that we had mailed here two days ago. Shane started to hand it to Carlisle but pulled it back just as he was fixing to grab it.
"Can I see some ID?" asked Shane.
Carlisle grumbled something as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled out his ID and slammed it onto the counter. "Now, give me the fucking letter."
Shane made the show of examining the ID closely before he handed it and the letter over to Carlisle. "It seems real enough," said Shane, shrugging his shoulders. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No," growled Esme.
Carlisle and Esme stormed out of the chapel, pushing me and Bella back into the shadows. This was all much more fun than I thought it would be. Carlisle ripped the envelope open and pulled out the letter inside. Esme moved behind him so she could read it with him.
"Dear Carlisle, I know you are upset about mine and Edward's decision to get married but you and Esme made it pretty clear that if we want to have sex, then we have to be married first," read Carlisle. "I'm going to fucking kill that boy."
"Finish reading the damn letter," muttered Esme. "We can discuss how we are going to kill them both later."
"I can't help myself, the way his body calls to me." Carlisle shuddered as he read. "Anyway, we hope that you will forgive us and be there to support us. Tonight should be a magical night for us, if you know what I mean."
"Ugh," grumbled Esme.
"And we hope you won't mind if take mine and Esme's room, you know for privacy and all. Love your sister, Bella. This is just fucking great," growled Carlisle, crumpling the letter in his fist. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"
"The bitch down at the other one said something about two locations," murmured Esme. "This was the first one so we need to find out where the second one is."
"How are we supposed to do that?" asked Carlisle.
"Maybe the dipshit in there knows," suggested Esme.
Carlisle sighed as he motioned for her to go back inside. Shane was leaning against the wall behind the counter with a smirk on his face. "Can I help you with something else?" he asked.
"Tell us where they went," said Esme, firmly. Shane pursed his lips as he pushed off the wall.
"Afraid I can't do that," he sighed. "I gave them my word not to tell anyone."
"Why would you do that?" asked Carlisle, raising an eyebrow at him. "You don't know them."
"True," admitted Shane, nodding his head as he smiled. "But they pay very well."
"How much did they pay you?" growled Carlisle, pulling out his wallet once again.
"Two hundred," smirked Shane. "Double it and I'll tell you exactly where to go."
"Four hundred fucking dollars," muttered Carlisle, counting out the money. He slammed it on the counter. "Now, fucking tell us."
Shane laughed as he picked up the money and slipped it into his back pocket. "They were going to go to the A Elvis Chapel over on Ninth."
"Fucking Elvis?" snapped Esme. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I didn't get it either but the girl said something about thinking he was like the hottest thing ever," said Shane, shaking his head. Bella gagged again.
"As if," she muttered.
"I told them I would do it here but she seemed set on having the King do it." Shane sighed and picked up his pen. "They were planning on a nine o'clock wedding so if you want to stop them you had better hurry."
Carlisle and Esme merely grunted out an awkward thank you as they stormed back out of the chapel. Bella and I waited for them to get a block or so down before we stepped into the chapel. Shane was sitting behind the counter with his feet propped up and a huge smile on his face.
"So, how'd I do?" he asked.
"Perfect," I said. "But what happened to it only being one hundred dollars?"
"I figured you might need some spending cash," he laughed, handing up two of the four hundred dollars he had gotten from Carlisle. "That was the most fun I've had in a long time."
"Thanks for all the help," said Bella.
"Anything for Mia," he murmured, blushing.
Bella and I exchanged a look as we headed out of the chapel. Shane and Mia, huh? We ran as fast as we could down to A Elvis Chapel. I couldn't wait to see the look on Carlisle and Esme's faces when they were told that it all had been a big prank. We ran into the chapel just as the woman, dressed up as Pricilla Presley, was sitting down behind the desk. She smiled and pointed to the chapel. Bella and I shared a look as we walked over and pulled open the chapel doors. Carlisle and Esme were standing in the front of Elvis.
"I pronounce you husband and wife," smirked Elvis. "Give your woman a kiss, man."
Carlisle smiled as he turned to Esme, cradled her face in his hands and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Esme brought her arms up around him and, I swear, I saw tongue. I threw up in my mouth. Time seemed to slow down as we watched them kissing. It was revolting and quite disgusting.
"You can't be fucking serious," grumbled Bella. Carlisle and Esme broke apart and looked over at us.
"Like hell we're not," smirked Carlisle. He turned back to my sister. "Let's get out of here, Mrs. Cullen."
Esme smirked as she slipped her arm in through Carlisle's and headed up the aisle toward us. They stopped and Esme leaned over to me and Bella. "Bella, stay with Edward tonight. We, um, need our room."
"Esme," I gasped.
"Ewwww," grimaced Bella, shuddering. "I don't need to think of that."
Carlisle and Esme both laughed as they walked out of the chapel. I looked down at Bella. "Well, fuck," I muttered. "This backfired on us."
"No shit," grumbled Bella.
