A/N: Ok guys another chapter. This one does not have much action sorry, but the next one surely will ;D

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight. Life isn't that fair to me.

Summary: Bella is invited to Emily and Sam's wedding...

Chapter 4

The Wedding Invitation

Charlie came in the house from work with a thick stack of mail in his hand.

Bella, curled up in a blanket on the couch watching TV (a hobby she'd taken up since she'd stopped talking to Jacob, again) looked up at him.

Charlie kicked off his work boots and came into the living room heaving down onto his arm chair.

He was quietly shuffling through the mail when he made a sound of interest.

Bella looked up at him expectantly.

"What is it?" She asked.

"A letter to you. Looks like an invitation of sorts... From Sam and Emily in La Push..." he went on curiously.

He tossed the letter over to Bella on the couch.

She caught it and looked at it strangely.

She opened it to reveal a powder blue colored card with a bell on the cover and small pearls glued on around the bell.

The letter said You're Invited to our Wedding in a beautiful scroll like handwriting.

Bella's eyes widened and she beamed down at the card.

"What is it?" Charlie asked watching her every move.

"It's Sam and Emily... they're getting married." She said opening the card.

Inside inscribed the date, a week from today, and Sam and Emily's full names.

"When does it say the wedding is?" Charlie asked smiling lightly.

"Next Sunday, a week from today."

Charlie nodded.

There was an awkward lingering silence then.

Surprisingly though, Charlie was the one to break off the silence:

"Would you like to go to Port Angeles to find a nice dress to wear to the wedding Bella?" He asked in an unsure tone.

Bella looked at Charlie suspiciously at first, then sighed.

She might as well.

"Yeah I suppose I'll go sometime this week..."

"Would you like me to come with you?" He asked taking her even more off guard.

"Well... if you want to. But I would just be in girls stores dad. You wouldn't like that would you?"

Charlie nodded.

"I could find something else to do in town..." he said watching her for her expression.

Bella sighed.

"Ok. When do you want to go dad?"

"Saturday? Thats the only day that I'll have off."

"Alright..."

- - - - - - - -

Saturday

For the second time Bella rode in the police cruiser with Charlie.

The ride was much longer this time though.

The ride up seemed to be going well until,

"Bella?"

"Yes dad?"

Charlie looked so uncomfortable that he might have just decapitated himself.

"Bella how are you and umm... Jacob doing?"

Bella looked away and her eyes widened.

"Uhh..."

"Did something happen?" He asked suspiciously.

Bella did not know what to say.

Anything she thought of seemed to strange to say to Charlie.

"Dad it really isn't something you'd like to hear about." She finally decided to say.

That was definitely the wrong thing to say, Charlie's foot slammed on the brake and Bella flung forward nearly smashing her head on the dash.

"DAD!"

"Bella tell me something this instant. Are you pregnant?"

"DAD!!" She shrieked louder this time.

"NO! What do you-"

"Isabella Swan do not test me. There is obviously something wrong going on here. Is it something that I need to be aware of? I am your father remember." He said the last part quietly.

Bella thought she was about to melt into a pool of embarrassment on the spot.

Charlie had NEVER been this forward before, it was so out of his character and left her bewildered.

"No! Everything is fine between me and Jake... we just are... have complications." She finished lying lamely.

Charlie glared at her and let his foot off of the brake,

"Are you... uh... ok?" He asked, his eyes on the road.

Bella nodded.

"It's not really that big of a deal anyway. I've been through worse," she mused quietly looked out the window and thinking about Edward.

No more words were spoken for the rest of the ride.

Once they got to Port Angeles they unhesitantly split:

"Dress shop dad,"

"Fishing store Bella,"

"Meet back in an hour," they agreed in unision.

Bella was at the same store she had gone to with Jessica and Angela last year so they could buy dresses for the school dance.

Bella walked into the store still feeling awkward over her conversation with Charlie and immediately walked over to the dress rack.

Most of the dresses that the store stocked were bright pastel obnoxious colors that made her want to faint.

Nearly twenty minutes of rack browsing and she was very dissapointed.

Without looking closely she grabbed a few nonpastel colored dresses in her size and went to the dressing room.

The first two were definant no's, the third was was bearable.

It was a summer looking dark yellow dress that fell just bellow her knees and had thick straps.

The fourth was by far the worst, but then the fifth and final one she grasped really seemed to actually look very nice on her.

It was a blue strapless dress that ended right above her knees.

It had the most adorable pockets on the sides and fit her in a way that it outlined all of her curves perfectly.

Bella stepped out of the dressing room to examine herself in a three way mirror outside the dressing room.

She turned slowly examining the dress from the back, it fit her quite well, and it was very nice.

"Bella?" She heard from behind her.

She turned to see Charlie looking at her with wide wondering eyes clutching a big bag full of fishing equipment in his hand.

He looked at the dress then back up at her.

"Is it that bad?" She asked him dully.

Charlie nearly choked.

"Bella it looks... perfect, you look perfect. I've never seen you look better." He said aghast.

Bella blushed.

"Well it is a nice dress, but I don't think that it would hold up against the weather."

"Weather is gonna be good tomorrow, it's an outdoor wedding." Charlie replied quickly.

Bella looked at the price tag next.

Forty-five dollars.

"Well it's too expensive for my budget today. I'll just look someplace else."

She then retreated back to the dressing room to change.

"I'll put your clothes back Bells," Charlie called to her.

Bella threw over all of the dresses and heard Charlie catch them then heard his footsteps walk away.

When she emerged from the dressing room Charlie was waiting by the front door for her.

The lady at the register smiled broadly at her as she passed by her.

Bella was surprised at her friendliness when she hadn't bought something...

"You folks have a nice day," she said sweetly.

"About we go to the diner and get some lunch?" Charlie asked her.

Bella nodded feeling her stomach lurch.

After they had finished their lunch Charlie surprised her by pulling out of his fish equipment shopping bag a bag from the dress shop they'd just left.

He handed it to Bella smiling sheepishly.

It was the dress.

Bella grinned at Charlie and thanked him.

"Love you dad..." she said quietly.

"Right back atcha kid," he replied before shoveling in a handfull of french fries in his mouth.

After lunch Charlie suggested they catch a quick flick at the old time theatre.

They watched a comedy starring actors Bella had never before seen and shared a big bucket of popcorn.

After the movie they decided to head back to Forks.

The ride home was much more pleasant.

Bella and Charlie talked and joked and laughed.

Neither of them had ever been this comfortable with the other ever before.

It felt good.

When they finally arrived home Bella pulled some fish from the freezer and began defrosting it in a skillet for supper...

- - - - - - - - - - -

Jake lay lazily on Sam's couch watching Sam play a drinking game against Embry.

Tonight was the night before Sam's wedding to Emily and the boys had decided to throw him a small bachelor party.

The night had mostly just consisted of drinking games, watching highlights of games from the past week on ESPN and grilled out burgers and hot dogs.

Jacob had beat Quil twice and Embry once at the drinking games and now was watching as they games continued.

Quil was sitting next to Jacob on the couch, drunker than a skunk, cheering on Sam.

Embry hadn't won any games tonight and was chugging the booze as if his life depended on it.

It was useless, Sam slammed his fifth shot on the table declaring he'd finished.

All the other men in the room cheered loudly, Quil the loudest of them all.

"Who's next!?" Sam shouted happily.

His eyes met Jacob's sad ones.

"You Jacob. My best man. Drink with me." He grinned and winked.

Jacob nodded solomely and stood up from the couch, pushed Embry out of the chair and took his place.

"Alright boys," one of Sam's friends began.

"Same game? First to drink five shots wins?" He asked Sam.

"Let's make it seven shots." Sam said nodding.

Jacob's eyes widened, he'd already had fifeteen so far tonight.

"Ready... set... GO!"

Jacob dumped the first three in less than five seconds then chugged the fourth and fifth.

Sam grabbed two at a time and dumped them down his throat then grabbed the next two.

Jacob slowed down on purpose to let Sam win and took his time on his sixth one.

Then Sam finished.

He slammed his last two shots on the table with a loud clank.

Everyone cheered.

Jacob grabbed the last one and downed it quickly to finish then stood up and walked out of the room to the front porch.

Nobody seemed to notice.

"Who's next?" Sam's friend asked Sam.

But Sam was not looking at him, he'd seen Jacob and was frowning.

"Give me a break eh?" Sam said grinning then stood up and followed Jacob.

Jacob sat on the last step at the bottom of the front porch staring out at the woods.

Sam closed the door behind him and came to sit next to him.

"Jake?" He asked in his deep voice.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna talk?"

Jacob sighed.

"It's Bella."

"I know."

Jacob shot a look at him.

"How did you know?"

"Nothing else could make you this miserable..." Sam answered his eyes searching Jacob's.

"Well we just... something happened."

Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Tell me."

"Well we almost had sex. We didn't, but I did... touch her. And she seemed to love it at the time, she didn't complain or tell me to stop it. But now she's furious with me claiming that I hurt her and she won't talk to me. Then I told her that I had done stuff with other girls before and she was even more angry... which I can understand..." He sounded furious with himself the whole time.

Sam's eyebrows continued to rise and he licked his lips.

"Are you sure that's what she meant by you hurting her?" He asked.

Jacob looked at him perplexed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... maybe she meant that you hurt her in an emotional way. Did you?"

"No." Jacob clarified.

"At least I don't think so. I told her I loved her! And she said it back!"

Sam continued to look intrigued.

"Well when did she become angry with you? The day after?"

"Not it was several days after until we actually spoke to one another and it was horrible."

"Several days before you talked? After you touched her?" Sam asked quickly.

Jacob looked at him and nodded.

"So?"

Sam cuckled.

"Jacob that's not what girl wants. She wants to see and talk to you the day after. Not a week later, or she's going to just feel like you used her or something."

Jacob's eyes widened.

"But she said that I hurt her, not that she felt used..."

"If she felt used by you she would've been hurt by you." Sam said.

Jacob's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"For real?"

Sam chuckled and nodded.

"You need to talk to her, I don't think that she meant that you hurt her in a physical way. Maybe I'm wrong, but you need to get down to the bottom of it and fix it. Immediately, the long time goes on the worse and harder it's going to get for both of you."

Jacob nodded.

"We invited her to the wedding..." Sam told him.

"You did?"

"Yea. If she comes that's your cue." Sam said nodding.

"That's a good plan," Jacob admired.

There was a brief silence between them then.

"Thank you." Jacob finally said.

"No, no anytime," Sam reassured him.

"You wanna get back into the house? I know that you let me win that last one. I demand a rematch." Sam said smirking.

Jacob grinned and jumped up.

"You've got yourself a duel." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

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