Forever isn't for everyone

Is forever for you?

It sounds like settling down or giving up

But it don't sound much like you girl

- Arctic Monkeys ~ Snap Out Of It

GPOV

The invitation came to me in an address I use to hide my belongings.

You are formally invited to the wedding of

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen

&

Isabella Marie Swan

September 13th, 2004

To RSVP, Call-

I didn't finish the letter. What the hell is she thinking?

Forks, eh? The Telepath?

Unexpected.

Well, I suppose, there's no harm in going. Maybe I can talk her out of the worst decision of her life.

The area is forested and too warm for my taste. The northeast has a much better frost rate.

I walk from the surrounding trees of the Cullen's property.

I've barely made it five steps before I'm ambushed into a hug.

My back hit the ground before I could recognize that I had fallen. I was shocked for a moment before I realized who had tackled me.

"Miss me, Little Victorian?" I teased Isabella lightly.

"Not half as much as I know you missed me, Patriot."

I grinned. Taking her hand and rising. No better time than the present, I suppose.

"So what's all this I hear about getting married?"

The ginger telepath steps into my line of vision, eyes narrowed and hand on Isabella's waist.

Possessive little thing, aren't you?

His lip curled, not bothering to hide his irritation at his Fiancé's familiarity with me.

I decide quickly, trying not to think about it, to tease him.

Oh, yes, Telepath, we're very familiar.

A low growl slipped between his teeth. Isabella slapped his arm. "Don't be rude!"

Edward looked shocked for a moment, and I grinned at him while the little Victorian wasn't looking.

"Garrett, I think we should take a walk, alone."

My mouth curled into a smile. I winked at the telepath quickly, hoping Isabella wouldn't notice. He took a step forward, but I took three back, grabbing her arm and teasing towards the trees.

We'll be back soon, don't you worry Telepath. She never takes long...

I could actually hear his teeth grinding. I laughed.

BPOV

"Garrett," I paused, not sure how to begin.

"You know, Isabella, I actually thought you were telling the truth." He smiled crookedly at me. "When you told me that we would be alone together. 'Maybe we don't have anyone else' you said. 'But we'll always have each other.' Do you remember that Isabella?"

I grimaced.

"You know, I never thought you would be one to let yourself be tied down, to be a victim of your era. But I suppose I should have. I mean, what is more Victorian than marrying a man you barely know?"

"I've been here for almost three months," I said indignantly.

"Okay- we'll set aside the fact that three months is still an incredibly short amount of time. Answer me this Isabella, how long did it take you to agree to marry him?"

I pulled a face.

"That's what I thought."

"He's my mate, Garrett."

Garrett scoffed. "You say that like it means something, you and I both know that a mating bond is more of a suggestion than anything."

"Garrett, I love him."

His lip curled, in light disgust. "Why?"

I sighed. "Very amusing, Garrett."

"No, no. I'm being serious. Color me curious. What is it about him that draws you to him? I mean, I'll give him this, he's certainly... pretty. But where's the strength? That boy's skin is made of parchment and his bones of feathers. He's weak."

This... this I could answer.

"He's not weak Garrett." Garrett scoffed again. "He isn't. He's soft. He's kind. He would never hurt me. Whenever I look at him I feel loved, cherished. Treasured. He makes me feel like a goddess, and he loves me so easily. So sweetly. How could I not love him?"

This seemed to make Garrett pensive.

"Lot of good all that softness will do when he needs to protect you." This seemed to be his trump card. His final blow. The big weapon meant to cover any others. But I had an answer for him.

"He doesn't have to. I can protect myself." I can protect him. I added silently, but I didn't want Garrett to think less of Edward, and as much as I loved Garrett like a brother... he had a bit of a- traditionalist mindset when it came to gender roles.

Garrett assessed me, silently.

"I suppose that's true." He said almost unwillingly. "But I wish you would have chosen one who could at least throw a punch."

Our walk had come to an end, we were at the banks of the same creek Alice and I had swum in when I first arrived. It looked so similar, but so much had changed.

I have a family now.

"Alright, Isabella. I support you. Even if I don't understand you in the slightest. I love you Little Victorian."

I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too, Patriot."

EPOV

This is hell. I don't know where they went, or what they're doing. But they've been gone for almost an hour.

The implication of Garrett's thoughts did not slip past me.

'We're very familiar,

She never takes long-'

Are they having sex?

I tried to reassure myself that Bella would never do that. She loves me. She agreed to marry me for god-sake. But my mind is too slow again.

My eyes are on the trees, Isabella had shielded his mind as soon as they started talking, so I couldn't hear anything.

Even if they aren't having sex (they are) he was thinking of ways to talk her out of marrying you. He loves her.

Yes, but I had seen that love through Jasper's eyes, and it wasn't romantic love.

This should have eased my panic, he didn't love her romantically, but I had read enough minds to know that sex and love didn't always keep company.

Jasper was trying to calm me down, unsuccessfully.

Come on Edward, you don't want her to think that you're a controlling ass, let her speak to her friend. I'm telling you, there was no romantic or sexual interest there. Garrett was just trying to rile you up.

I was just about to tear off after them, Jasper on my heels, trying to drag me back, when they emerged from the trees, laughing.

I relaxed, slightly. The laughing is fine. Friends are fine. I'm not unreasonable. Everything is okay.

Bella came to my side. I leaned down to kiss her.

I could taste his scent on her lips.

He was against the tree before I could blink. My fist connected with the side of his head twice before I felt Bella's arms hold my own. Pulling me back. I looked to her, eyes wild I'm sure.

"Edward what the hell are you doing?!?" She screeched at me.

I looked back at Garrett. He was laughing.

I was going to kill him.

"No, you aren't! He's my friend Edward!" She screamed at me.

I hadn't realized I had said that out loud.

"Do you French all your friends, Love? Because if so, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with you having friends."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bella asked.

"I could taste him on you. On your lips, you were kissing him."

Garrett found this hilarious. "Well, he's not wrong."

Bella glared at him. "Very helpful, Garrett. I'm sure you'll find it very amusing when he beheads you."

Garrett grins salaciously. "Probably."

"Don't look at her like that. Don't look at my fiancé like that."

Garrett looked at me. "How would you like me to look at her, telepath? Naked?"

I had him on the ground. I hit him three more times before Bella pulled my attention again. "Edward I swear to god." She rolled her eyes. "You need to calm down."

"Calm down? This bastard?" I grabbed his hair, shaking him, to emphasize who I was speaking of. "Just admitted to kissing my mate. You kissed him? How could you, My Love?" I looked at her, hurt and betrayed.

"Edward! He's not telling it right. I kissed his cheek! It was friendly, not romantic at all."

Garrett rolled his eyes. "You really do cut deep, you know that, Victorian?"

I growled at him. But I believed Bella.

I stood, taking her hand. I cleared my throat, this would've unpleasant for me, but I was a gentleman at heart, and I had disrespected a lady. "All right. I apologize for upsetting you, Bella. I didn't mean to scare you. And I certainly should have never implied that you would kiss another man. It wasn't anything you did love, it's only. Well, it's only, the vile things he was thinking... But that's no excuse. I'm truly, terribly, sorry, love."

Garrett sat up. "Alright, Isabella. I like him."

I sniffed at him, turning my head. "The feeling, sadly, isn't mutual."

Garrett found this amusing as well.

[AN: Alright. I don't own twilight. Wish I did. But this chapter was something I had to do because I needed to give Garrett more time. Is he an ass? Yes. But I love him anyway.

Also, I wanted to show that while Edward is a big softie, he's also still the jealous creature you met in Stephanie Meyer's universe all those years ago.

So, next chapter there will be some interesting developments. We're almost to the good part, so please stick around, I know this is boring but it's necessary.

Please review it's the best part of my day. I love it. I'm still taking votes on which story to write next. So far, 1 & 2 are winning by a long shot, just shoot a review about it.

Also! I was asked about what the other Cullens Enneagram types are, so here you go.

Type 1: Edward.

Type 2: Carlisle, Esme.

Type3: Emmett

Type4: -

Type 5: -

Type 6:Jasper

Type 7: Alice

Type 8: Bella, Rosalie

Type 9: -

Alright so shoot me a review to cast your vote, or to tell me theories. I always love theories, because some of you guys are smarter than me. Tell me what you think. Do you hate it? Love it? Let me know.]