Outtake IV – PARTY!

"Happy twenty-first birthday, Fudge Boy. I am going to enjoy having fun with you tonight, me and everyone else," she winked, leaving me to open the door to find Rose and Emmett.

Alice and Jasper were going to be here shortly so we made some small talk. Emmett and Triple B were animatedly talking about the kinds of drinks they were ordering and the bars we could hit up. I excused myself to the kitchen to drink some water and get some healthy food in my stomach before the party really began.

I was so occupied with eating some of B's strawberries out of the container that I failed to hear or notice Rose on the other side of the kitchen.

"Excited for tonight?"

I chuckled lowly, shaking my head. "Excited to be celebrating my birthday with my fiancé and friends, yes. Excited that said fiancé is going to be a bad influence and pump me full of alcohol and liquor, not so much."

We stared at each other for a few moments. Between Alice and Rose, I was much closer to Alice than Rose, but Rose and I were cool.

"Look, Edward, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I asked confused. I wasn't sure I ever heard Rose apologize.

"Three years ago when I approached you on the boardwalk. I'm sorry. I never really apologized for my actions that day. It was wrong of me to judge you like that when I didn't really know you. You made Bella happy back then and are still making her happy now. In a week you'll vow in front of everyone of your promises of thick and thin together for the rest of your lives. I'm sorry I attacked you that day, Edward."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I wasn't looking for an apology or anything from her.

"Rose, I accept your apology, though it wasn't warranted. It's water under the bridge."

She gave me a little smile, lowering that hard shield she so often had up. Then she punched me right in the shoulder rather hard. "I'm still holding my promise that if you fuck her up in your marriage, I have the rights to fuck you up."

"I wouldn't expect anything less of you, Rose."

"Great! Now where's the tiny pixie and her cowboy? It's time for us to get fucked up!"

When my eyes cracked opened, I swore we had to be on the sun. The brightness was blinding. Once the burning became tolerable, I looked over to B's side of the bed to find her passed out on her side, facing away from me. However, there were two slight blemishes on her.

Edward Cullen's Girl in my scrawl and a bunch of circles with a downward arrow were drawn on her back in blue marker.

She was going to kill me. I was hoping to God that it would wash off easily or I was going to have to hide everything in the house that qualified as a weapon.

After taking some pills for my massive headache, I headed downstairs to find my laptop on the kitchen bar with a flash drive plugged into it with a sign reading "play me" in what looked like Alice's handwriting. Curiosity got the best of me so I took a seat in the stool and clicked the single video file that was on it.

Turned out it was a bunch of clips of Triple B and I plastered. It involved very inappropriate grinding on the dancefloor, overly zealous kissing and tongue action, and B challenging me several times. Because we were so drunk, Emmett and Jasper had to carry us in and throw us on the bed. Neither Bella or I were cooperating though. Eventually, they said 'fuck it' and left or so I thought.

"Hi Edward and Bella, I hope you two are still alive and cleaned up any vomit or other bodily fluids that may have left your body during the night and/or morning. Jasper is impatiently waiting for me downstairs as it is now three in the morning, but I'm doing one last check in on you guys. Let's see if you guys have passed out yet." Upon entering the room, it was found that we had not passed out. "Edward, what the hell are you doing? Are you five? Stop drawing on Bella!"

There was a bit of a struggle and some wining from Bella about not having her chance to draw on me yet, but Alice wrestled the marker from me.

"You're a lucky bastard this is washable, Cullen! I am confiscating this, children. Now go to sleep!" Alice exited the room. "Happy twenty-first, Edward. I hope Bella hasn't killed you for drawing on her. Drink lots of water both of you, love you lots! Mwah!"

That was a lot to take in. The pounding in my head wouldn't stop, and I potentially had a storm brewing in my passed out fiancé.

"How're you feeling you feeling, baby?" Her sweet kisses along my back made everything a little better.

"Okay, I think I consumed more alcohol last night than I ever did before in my life."

"Oh, I'm sure you did. I think we both did. Remember anything from last night?"

I didn't answer. I showed her the video instead. When it ended, I thought I was in for an ass beating.

"Well, at least we match." That was all she said and trotted her cute little ass to the bathroom with my mark evident on her back.

I followed her to find her admiring my handiwork in the mirror. "If our wedding wasn't next week, I'd be tempted to leave this on for a little while longer."

"You're not mad?" I cautiously asked, taking a step closer to her.

"A little washable marker in a small price to pay for throwing your liver into overdrive last night," she laughed, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a quick peck. "At least it's not a dick or a set of tits. Now how about you admire my handy work?"

"Huh?"

She turned me around to show that I too had ink on my back, but in black marker. She wrote Bella Cullen's Fudge Boy and an impressive picture of a hamster with a taco in its hand.

"Should I ask?"

"Because you won me the Fudges all those years ago. I think I drew the taco because I wanted tacos."

I wrapped her up in my arms. "What I am going to do with you?"

She smiled that smile that made everything else vanish. "Kiss me? Love me? Marry me?"

"Yes to all three." Her soft lips made the pounding in my head more tolerable. Maybe she was the cure for my hangover. "It is very hot seeing you call yourself a Cullen already."

"Hmm…Isabella Cullen, Bella Cullen. Edward and Bella Cullen. It's just as hot as you claiming me as your girl and drawing circles on my back to represent bubbles as a tribute to my so called 'bubble butt' you so aptly called it last night."

"Those are bubbles?"

"Yes," she laughed. "I remember I was laughing when you were drawing them. I told you to draw that arrow towards my ass so we'd remember in case we blacked out. At least I know what to do now if I do something despicable and don't want you to remember now."

"Watch it now, I'll get you drunker than me."

"Oh, you're funny, Fudge." She rolled her eyes. "Happy twenty-first birthday palooza."

"I can't remember a damn thing from last night, but if I get to spend the rest of my birthdays with you, Triple B, I'll die a happy man. Even if the rest of them are comprised of you drawing hamsters, tacos, and possessive statements on my back in marker."


Posted: March 10, 2020

The original concept was that Rose apologize at their wedding, but I scrapped that, making this semi-serious outtake. I meant to post this over the weekend, but my friends had me otherwise occupied.

In light of the recent health issues, please remember to wash your hands and take the due diligence in taking care of yourself. And please do not draw on yourselves like these two.

Have a great day!