Hi there. I… am… sooooo… sorry…!
I hate when people don't post anything for months, and nowww I understand why they do…
I've been doing some real reconstruction of the plot, and luckily I don't have to totally re write any chapters, so I'm just gonna continue…
(Disclaimer: I don't own anything, okaaaaay….? So, shut up about it….)
(AN: This takes place 5 years after "Breaking Dawn" so Renesmee should be, like, 10. I don't know if that's the right math, but whatever; she's 10.)
Chapter 4: It's a Date
"Ohh," Renesmee breathed. She stared, awestruck at the screen.
Bella sat, watching, biting her lip, smiling.
Everyone else stared at the screen, all full of the same surprise and joy.
Renesmee looked to Alice. Alice blinked and the screen came on.
On Screen
"Max, look at this one!" Nudge ran to Max's side.
They were all in the most expensive bridal gown store in New York. Max was looking at the price of a dress, with a strange look on her face. She put it back on the rack.
"Question 1: Whose idea was this?"
Ella sighed. "Yours Max," she explained, "when you said you would marry him."
Ella glanced over her shoulder. "You're not regretting this, are you?!"
Max didn't even look up. "Of course not," she said, thinking back to the look in Fang's eyes when she, embarrassingly, started to melt. "I meant, whose idea was it to come to this particular store… in this particular state?"
Ms. Martinez appeared from around a pole. "Mine," she announced. "My oldest daughter is getting married; I'll never have another 'oldest daughter.'"
Max turned to look at her. "You know I'm not into this type of stuff."
"What do you want to do then, dear?" Ms. Martinez said softly.
Max look down. "I don't know. I mean, I don't want go too casual, but I don't want to dive into the pool of "Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?"
She turned to Nudge. "What do you think-?"
She stopped because she noticed Nudge was in a daze. She was having a vision.
Minutes later, Nudge awakened to see everyone (Max, Angel, Nudge, Ella, and Ms. Martinez) standing around her. A grin slid across her face, and she said "Follow me."
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The four applauded as Max stepped out of a bathroom (at someone's house).
The dress was champagne (the color). The top was fitted like a long tank-top with small cap sleeves. From her hips, the skirt flew out, staying close to her legs and stopping at her knees. It was plain; made of soft cloth somewhere between cotton and silk. It seemed to shine even when she wasn't in the light.
The best thing about the dress was probably that in the back were two large holes where her wings could come through to rest comfortably on her back.
Max looked up. "It'll do."
"I knew you'd like it." Jennifer Joy appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "I started on it as soon as I heard it on the news."
(AN: For those of you who don't remember Jennifer Joy (a.k.a J.J.), she was Max's first friend at the prep school in… where ever they were in book 2. I thought she would be a nice surprise.)
Max whirled around to face her. "It was on the news?!"
"Of course," Jennifer said, walking toward the group.
Max, never seeing her in anything but the uniforms, noticed she dressed with a unique smooth style, not that she was a proper judge. She assumed you had to, to be a fashion designer.
"Did you expect it to not be publicized? The wedding of two 16 year old teens... with wings, and you don't think everyone in American will want an invitation?"
She sauntered over to Max. "I am invited right?"
Max smirked. "Depends on you do on the bride's maid's dresses."
J.J. gleamed. "Done."
Off Screen
"Why weren't we invited?"
Renesmee's perfect lips, like her father's, were shaped in a slight pout. "She probably doesn't remember me." Bella shrugged and smiled. She was so happy things were working out for Max. "She couldn't have completely forgotten you! Why didn't she invite us?!" Bella sighed at her daughter's persistence. "Ren, she might have-"
"She didn't invite us…" Alice interrupted her.
"Because it never happened."
Alice had been in one of her visions for the past 10 minutes. Bella got a puzzled look on her face and turned to Edward knowing he probably saw what she did. His head was hung; he refused to look at her. The TV came to life.
On Screen
11:00 pm
"Max, what are you doing?"
It was the night before their wedding. They all were at Mrs. Martinez's house. She and Ella were at a hotel as to make more room for the flock. The next morning, the boys would head off the church, while Max and the girls would get ready. At the moment, Max was in the living room on the couch.
She looked up into Fang's dark, worried eyes.
"Nothin'…"
He sighed and sat next to her.
"Got cold feet…?" He asked her.
"No, actually. My feet are pretty warm. Mom got me these really soft socks-"
"Max…" He'd put on his serious face.
"This isn't something I've handled before-"
"And you've handled a lot…"
"I guess I am a little nervous."
"That makes two of us." Fang took her hand.
"And that's good; neither of us has to do it alone."
Max smiled at him. She rested her head on his chest.
"I am so in love with you…" She whispered.
"Yea, well, you can't love me anywhere near as much as I love you."
Max looked up at him. He smirked down at her.
"Do too," she shot back.
"Prove it…" He challenged.
She pressed her lips together.
"Tomorrow…"
He smiled. "It's a date."
Her head was back on his chest, and here they fell asleep.
1:45 am
"Ummmm!" Nudge's distressed moans woke Max and Fang. She'd been having terrible headaches and blurry visions for the past few days. She'd been having a feeling something awful was going to happen lately…
"I got it." Max got up and headed towards where Nudge was sleeping in the same room with Angel. Iggy and Gazzy in the next room.
Fang sat by himself on the couch. He thought about how, for once in an extremely long time, happy he was. He'd wanted for so long to live a normal life, and for longer was in love with Max. Now both would be happening the very next day.
He didn't have a chance to ponder on his blessings more, for Max's muffled shriek tore him from his thoughts.
When he got to the girls room, he saw a pixie-sized girl with short pale brown hair and full lips staring at Nudge and Angel. For some reason, this girl's gaze as causing them excruciating pain. She was terrifyingly beautiful. More terrifying: The girl's eye's were pitch black.
What caught Fang's eye was the huge man standing in the middle of the room. He was broad in the shoulders and chest, and looked like he'd been working out every minute of his life since he was 5 years-old. The room was dark, but Fang could clearly make out Max's body thrashing around on the floor at the man's feet. Her mouth was open, and looked as if she was trying to scream but all that came out was small gasps and whimpers. Blood had pooled around her, and seemed to be originating from the back of her neck. Her blood was remarkably shiny and red… just like the large man's eyes."
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Wow… I absolutely hate leaving everybody hanging like this, but it's almost midnight, I have school tomorrow, and I am not a morning person. I really hope you like it. I've been going over this a thousand times in my head. In my head it was better, but that's just about the best I can do.
I'm not sure when I'll update again (I'm sure that irritates you all). But I'm hoping that this chapter will get me some more reviews… (hint, hint) *wink, wink*
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Actually they were Jane and Demitri if there was any misunderstanding...