Author's Note: Thanks for all the fantastic reviews! I promise I'll get around to reading and reviewing your work too! I love music, so I managed to work a lot of it into the beginning of the chapter. I highly recommend listening to "The Walnut Tree" by Keane. It was on repeat while I was writing this.
On the way to Seattle, where we were getting the beer, Emmett blasted screamo music. Personally, it wasn't what I liked, and it must not have been what everyone else liked either, because Rosalie, who was riding shotgun, pressed eject on the CD player, snapped the CD in half, and threw the pieces out the window. There were assorted giggles and titters from around the car, as Emmett's face crumpled.
"Why did you break my CD, Rose? It was one of my favorites. I really liked it." Emmett's voice no longer had the jovial, bouncy quality we had all gotten used to. He sounded genuinely sad.
"Because you've been playing it for three months, and because they sounded like whiny little boys. That, Emmett, is why I broke your CD. You can buy another." She didn't sound sorry in the slightest. Edward produced a CD from who knows where and handed it up to Rosalie. It was a burned CD. She put it into the player. It was a mix CD.
"Let me see the case. I want to see what's on the CD." Edward handed the case over to me. I quickly flipped it over, and read the song choices. There was some songs by Oasis, some songs by Dashboard Confessional, some by Keane, a couple by Coldplay, some by Incubus, and one by The Cranberries. This whole CD screamed Edward. I smiled and handed the case back to him.
I sat back, and let the music flow through me. Edward had his arm around me, and 'Stolen' by Dashboard Confessional was playing. I listened to the lyrics, and they, particularly the chorus, struck me as fitting of our relationship. I usually didn't apply song lyrics to my life like that, but it was really fitting.
"Does this song remind you of us?" I opened my eyes, and turned to him. He looked at me, and sort of half smiled.
"Yes, it does, and that's why I put it on here. This whole CD reminds me of you." I blushed, and he kissed my cheeks. I could hear Jasper making gagging noises from the back. Edward whipped around. "Shut up, Jasper. I could air what you think of Alice to everyone in the car. Would you like that?"
Jasper stiffened, and the gagging noises ceased. "No, I don't think I would, Edward." He sent out a wave of serenity, and I let my head fall back against the seat again. All threats of tattling drifted away with my consciousness.
Edward shook me gently awake. I looked around, and we were driving through the outskirts of Seattle. He kissed me on the lips, and I was dangerously close to getting out of control when he pulled away. Suddenly, the car jerked hard to the right. Emmett had turned into a liquor store parking lot. He parked, shut the car off, and jumped out. Everyone else followed. I, naturally, was the last one out of the car.
Emmett opened the door, and held it open for everyone. Once we were all piled into the store, I headed for the beer section. I could barely hear their feet hit the floor as they followed me. People in the aisles stared at our group as we passed, and I had the feeling that not one of those people's eyes saw me. When you run with a group of people/vampires as gorgeous as the Cullens, you can expect to get ignored. I felt Edward's hand on the small of my back. I stopped in front of a big cooler.
"Hmm. I've never done this before. But all these brands of beer look the same. What do you guys think?" I turned toward them, and they all looked startled. Jasper spoke first.
"Um. Well, I've seen a lot of commercials for Budweiser. We should get some of that." He picked up a 24-pack and stuck it in the cart. Alice picked out some Coors Light, and Rosalie came back with Rolling Rock, Emmett came back with Guinness, and Edward came back with Michelob. They all had 12-packs.
"Okay. I think we have enough beer." I headed toward the register.
"Wait. I think we should get some of the stuff in the pretty bottles." Rosalie headed toward the hard liquor section. She stopped in the tequila section. "I've heard about this stuff. We should get some." She put a bottle into the cart.
"Is there a limit on how much booze we can buy?" Jasper had a worried look on his face. I looked down into the cart. We weren't obvious at all, were we?
"No, there's not a limit. I looked it up before we left the house." Alice dumped bottles of Arbor Mist, UV vodka, and several assorted flavors of Smirnoff into the cart. Emmett dumped some schnapps into the cart.
"Okay, guys, I think we're done. There is a lot of booze here." Emmett pushed the cart up to the register. The cashier looked like it was his birthday. He rang up everything. The total was $122.56. Emmett pushed the bills at the cashier, and he never once asked Emmett for ID. We all lugged the bags back out to the Jeep. We were all in the car, when Emmett spoke up. "I want a keg." He leaped out of the car, and came back 15 minutes later with a keg. Edward rolled his eyes as Emmett loaded it into the back with the rest of our mini liquor store. The car shook as the back was slammed shut. Then, we were on our way back to Forks. Alice's cell phone buzzed. She glanced at the caller ID, even though she already knew who it was. She smiled, and opened the phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi Jessica. How many people are coming? You made a list? Oh, okay, how many are there? Wow. That's a lot. I'm impressed, Jessica. Okay, okay. Um, let's say nine until whenever. Yeah. Oh yeah. What? I hadn't thought about that. No, no I have a CD burner, but you're welcome to bring some if you'd like. Uh, yeah. I'll email you the directions. Okay, talk to you later. Okay, bye." She snapped the phone closed. Everyone except Emmett was facing Alice, waiting for her to dish. "Jessica really came through. She called some people, and there are approximately 100 people coming to the party." She looked pleased with herself.
"Wow. That's a lot. Do we have enough beer?" Jasper said, breaking the astonished silence.
"I'm sure they'll bring some of their own as well. People usually do." I reassured him. Personally, I thought we had more than enough. Edward apparently shared my thought.
"And if we don't oh well. It's not like people need to get drunk." Edward said sternly. "I don't really want to clean up people's vomit after this thing." He looked disgusted.
The thought of Edward with a mop and bucket, or on his hands and knees on the floor was a funny sight. I started laughing. Rosalie looked at me like I was crazy. Then, her eyes lit up.
"When we get back to the house, Alice, Bella and I are going to get ready for the party. You guys set up, okay? I mean lock doors to places like Carlisle's office, and Carlisle and Esme's bedroom, you know places that you don't want people to go to. Set up a music system, and put streamers up. We have black and white ones from awhile ago. Jasper, you know how to set streamers up. Alright?" She looked around. All the guys nodded. Alice beamed.
"I'm so excited! I can't wait to pick out clothes for the party." She started mentally sorting through her wardrobe and mine too, probably. We pulled up to the house awhile later, and Rosalie headed out back to lock up the garage. She was protective of the cars, and wanted to keep them safe. Edward, Emmett and Jasper toted the massive quantities of alcohol into the house, and Alice dragged me up to her bathroom, sat me on the counter, and emailed Jessica the directions to the house. She came back, makeup bag in hand. Rosalie joined us, her own cosmetics in a bag on her wrist. Alice plugged in the curling irons, and flatirons. Then, they stood there for awhile, their heads tilted to the side as they stared at me, deciding what to do with me.
Alice stepped toward me, Rosalie right behind her. It was time to primp. Alice tilted my head into the sink, and started to wash my hair. She massaged my head, and it felt like heaven. When she was done, she brushed it out, and blow dried it. She wrapped long pieces of my hair into hot rollers, and began to do her own hair, while Rosalie did my makeup. I saw the color palette she was using. It had black, grey, and silver. She applied foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. All of this took about 20 minutes. By that time, Alice had washed, dried, and styled her own hair. It was in two spiky buns on the sides of her head. It looked great. Rosalie washed her hands, and started on her own hair. She also washed, dried and styled her hair. She curled it, and pinned it up so that it looked like a golden halo on her head. Alice took the curlers out of my hair, while Rosalie did her makeup. Alice twisted my hair into the same style as yesterday. Alice turned and did her makeup as well. After we were all done up, we paraded into Alice's room, and watched as she modeled outfit after outfit. Alice had decided that she was going to wear a dress. She eventually settled for an ivory colored dress with big, black polka dots. It was a halter dress, cut into a V-neck, with a cinched waist. She looked stunning in it. It complemented her smoky eye makeup.
Next, we trouped into Rosalie's room, and watched her model outfits. She also decided to wear a dress. Rosalie chose a light blue strapless dress, with a gathered front, and a tie-waist. The skirt came down to mid-calf. It was also gorgeous.
Then, I was shoved down the hallway and up the stairs to Edward's room. I rifled through my wardrobe, and modeled almost all of the dresses in the closet. I pulled the last one, and slipped it on. It was a beautiful dress, with a black bodice, and light blue, dark blue and purple panels that made up the skirt. I walked out, and Rosalie and Alice gasped.
"It's the one!" The cried simultaneously. I sighed with relief. I was glad the dress shopping was over.
"Let's go help the boys." I suggested. I wanted to get away from the bathrooms, and opportunities to primp. They agreed, and we started down the stairs.
Edward, Jasper and Emmett were locking the piano up when we came down. All three looked up at the same time, and all three cracked goofy, love filled smiles at the same time too. Edward rushed up the stairs, swung me into his arms, and carried me down.
"You look stunning." He kissed my lips, and I noticed that the other guys were doing the same to their respective wives. I smiled.
"We kinda need help picking music." Emmett said. "We have the sound system all set up, but we need good party music." He looked down.
"No screamo please, I don't want another CD snapping incident." Rosalie smirked.
"I'll go make some CD's." Alice dashed up the stairs.
Author's Note: Oh, I know, another boring author's note. Oh well. Anyway, I figured I would ask for some help now. Would you guys recommend some good party songs for me? Thanks.