Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, I do own my OC's.
Jasper was walking down the street, his guitar hung on his back, smacking into him with every step he took. He took one last drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, crushing the cork with his heel. The shiny blue van was just up ahead, next to the hotel that played host to the wedding reception. Mark was sat at the wheel, tapping his fingers along to the music blasting out of the stereo. Katrina was round the back, struggling to open the door.
"Here" Jasper put his guitar case down, and pulled on the handle, sliding it open for her.
"Thanks, Jaz" Katrina started to drag the drum kit out, "He's such a lazy shit. Never helps" She muttered, rolling her cat like electric blue eyes.
Jasper saw that his band mate had died her hair, again.At their last show she had had been a sort of auburn, with dark red streaks. But now her long curls were a vivid magenta.
"Hey, I drive, don't I?" Mark yelled.
"Yes, the effort must exhaust you!" Katrina called back. Mark chuckled.
"Big wedding then?" Jasper asked, looking up the grand hotel. Gold sparkled and tall ivory pillars gleamed, "They must be rich" He added as an after thought.
"Oh yeah, they are. Leo Carole, he's called. I don't know about the wife. Anna, I think they said" Katrina was now pulling the microphone stand out.
Once they had taken all of the equipment out, Mark helped them take it inside. The foyer was spotlessly clean and had a professional hush about it. Mark checked them in, and they went to the ballroom to set up. It was chaos inside. Waiters and waitresses were rushing around arranging fancy food on trays, and a stressed florist was screaming at people to bring her more flowers. To make matters worse, somebody was buffing the floor, banging into people everywhere he went.
"Sorry, sorry!" He shouted.
"Oh for fucks sake. Is it so hard to bring me white roses?" The florist shrieked.
"Matilda, Matilda, there are only red left!" A young girl panted, nearly slipping as she ran forwards.
"Jesus Christ, let me see" Matilda pushed her aside and stormed out.
"Weddings. Ridiculous, aren't they?" Katrina sighed.
She started tapping her microphone whilst Mark plugged everything in. When he was sure that nobody was around, Jasper ushered them both over to a corner. He held out a bag of what looked like moss, "Seeing as its a special occasion" He grinned.
"Jasper!" Katrina snatched the bag from him, looking around, "Not here. Espeacially not before a show. Hide it until later, yeah? Promise me you won't have any" She said sternly.
"Fine" Jasper mumbled, taking the bag from her and stuffing it into his pocket.
An hour later
Rosalie stepped out of the car, her golden dress flowing as she moved. Her hair had been blow dried until she looked like a tribal warrior, and random pieces of pearl shone in her curls. Her make up had ran during the service, so she had had to apply a fresh coat in the car.
Hannah looked every inch the new bride. Her long white gown made her look like an angel as she glowed with happiness. "That was the best day of my life" She smiled, still dabbing her eyes on silk hanker chief.
"Now lets go and have the best night" Rosalie smiled.
The ball room looked absolutely exquisite. The floor was made of cool white marble, and the ceiling was dome shaped, painted to look like the sky outside. Gorgeous flower arrangements stood in polished gold vases at every door and window, and waitresses breezed past with mouth watering food on platters. Rosalie took a glass of bubbling champagne from the nearest waiter, and drank half of it in one gulp. She had barely settled in, however, when her mother tugged her to the side.
"Rosie darling, I have somebody I want you to meet" She said.
"Oh mom, please. No matchmaking. Not today" Rosalie begged.
"No, no, come on. You'll love him, I promise" Pauline beamed as she pulled her protesting daughter across the dancer floor.
Rosalie was cringing with embarrassment. And then she saw who her mother had in mind. He was built like a bear, muscles straining under his black tuxedo. He had a mop of black curls, and deep royal blue eyes. Rosalie gaped at him, and her mother smiled triumphantly.
"Hi Emmett. Enjoy the party?" She asked gaily.
"What? Oh. Yes, its very... lovely" Emmett said distractedly.
"This is my daughter, Rosalie" Pauline explained, "Rose, this is Emmett, Leo's cousin" She said, pushing her daughter forwards.
"Nice to meet you" Rosalie said.
"Hi" Emmett said, his face brightening.
Meanwhile
Alice tactfully dodged a red headed man, who had come back for his sixth canape. She ducked into the kitchen, putting her tray down and pushing her hair back. Her bag hung on one of the pegs, along with her coat, and she reached inside it for her bottle of water.
"You alright, Alice?" Jodie asked, filling up champagne flutes.
"Just felt a bit dizzy" Alice explained.
"How far gone are you now?" Jodie said, looking at Alice's stomach, which was only just starting to get slightly round.
"Just two months" Alice smiled, picking up her tray again.
"Hows Rory?" Jodie smiled back.
"Oh, yeah he's really excited" Alice replied. She gave Jodie a quick wave before throwing herself back into the bedlam of hungry guests.
There was a sudden shrieking sound that caused everyone to cringe. "Sorry!" A girl with purple hair shouted from the stage. She turned around to glare at a chubby guy with dark hair. Alice chuckled to herself, "Canape, sir?" She asked an old man.
"Thank you, my love" He said, taking two.
Alice didn't mind her job when she got to meet nice people. Some people were so rude; they'd knock into her without saying sorry, or take something off the platter, sniff it, grimace, and put it back. A drum roll started, and the band on stay began to play. Alice looked towards the stage. The girl was singing into the microphone, her voice powerful and vibrating around the room. The chubby guy was banging on the drums, and an angel was playing on a guitar.
He wasn't really an angel, but Alice believed that he could have been. He was tall, taller than anyone she knew, with a hunk of gorgeous honey blond hair. But something about him looked ill; his face was slightly waxy, and his eyes bulged in their sockets. He twanged the strings fluently, playing with beautiful grace. He started to sing too, a ragged harmony that chilled Alice to the bone.
She quickly turned, trying to ignore his melodic voice. Rory would be here in an hour to pick her up, he was the only guy she should have been thinking about.
At the same time
Rosalie laughed yet again at the latest joke Emmett had cracked. They were sat together at a table, each on their third glass of champagne. Emmett just couldn't take his eyes off of her. She had a striking face with strange, hypnotic violet eyes, and luscious folds of golden hair.
"So, what do you do?" He asked her.
"Me? Oh, I'm just a cat and dog groomer" Rosalie replied.
"You like animals then?" Emmett said.
"I guess so. I haven't got a pet myself, though" Rosalie explained, "What about you? Your job" She finished her glass of champagne.
"I work at a garage" Emmett revealed.
"I can't even drive" Rosalie confessed.
"More champagne, ma'am?" A small dark haired waitress asked.
"Sure" Rosalie said, holding out her glass.
"I think I went to school with that guy" Emmett said, looking out at the band performing on the stage.
"Thanks" Rosalie took her glass back, and the waitress disappeared, "Who? The blond one?" She said, looking over too.
"No. The drummer" Emmett leaned back, "Yeah. I think his name was Mark Hornby" He nodded.
"Small world, isn't it?" Rosalie smiled.
The end of the night
Alice pulled on her denim jacket, stuffing her white apron into her bag. She waved goodbye to Jodie and went outside to wait for Rory. It hadn't been a bad night. There had only been one spillage, and she had got quite a lot of tips. She had decided that her wages were going towards the baby, and Rory had agreed to pay for everything else with his.
The band were loading up in a blue van, and Alice found herself gazing at the guitarist again. He turned around to pick up the cymbals, and smiled at her.
"I like your music" Alice said, out of the blue, shocking even herself.
"Thanks. I like your food" He said.
Alice grinned, "What do you call yourselves, then?" She asked.
"Kat And The Dogs" He slammed the back door shut.
"What kind of name is that?" Alice laughed.
"Well" He walked over, "Katrina is the lead singer. So Kat. And me and Mark, we're the dogs" He explained.
"Whats your real name then?" Alice asked.
"Jasper" He dug around in his pockets, "Here, take our card. We'll play at any venue, any occasion" He passed her a piece of electric blue laminated paper.
"Thanks" Alice put it in her pocket, "Oh, you dropped this" She said, bending down and groping in the dark for whatever Jasper had dropped. Her hands closed over a plastic bag. She lifted it up, and nearly dropped it again when she saw what was inside.
"Thanks" Jasper said quickly, snatching it gently from her hands.
Alice just smiled, not sure what to say. There was a loud honking behind her, and she saw that Rory had arrived.
"That's my husband" Alice explained.
"Alice! Alice!" Rory yelled. His voice sounded slurred. Alice sighed.
"I'll see you around" She told Jasper.
"Hey. Whats a nice girl like you, doing with a guy like that?" Jasper wondered.
"Whats wrong with him?" Alice frowned.
Jasper raised an eyebrow. Alice shook her head, "Bye" She walked away.
"Who's that?" Rory demanded instantly.
"He's part of the band that were playing" She explained.
Rory's hand flew out suddenly, knocking her cheek. Alice gasped and her hands flew to the mark.
"You don't talk to anyone again, alright?" Rory growled.
Alice nodded quickly, and they drove off into the night.