Hey, I realize I should have been putting a disclaimer at the beginning of each chapter, so I'll just do one now. I am not Stephenie Meyer, the owner of the Twilight Saga. I also am having no luck in convincing her to sign the Saga over to me.

Chapter 4:

Later that week, Alice decided it was time to address and send out the invitations. She had a small stack of invitations to address, and we were done in less than half an hour, we were both finishing off our last invitation. "What the- there's an invitation missing!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we are one invitation short!"

"Let's just try and make sure that you aren't making a mistake. Who are we inviting?"

"Well, there was one to Angela and her parents, Ben and his parents, Jessica and her parents, Mike and his parents, Seth and Sue, Renee and Phil, Charlie, Esme and Carlisle-"

"Wait, hold on- are you telling me that your parents slash my mother and father-in-law-to-be, who live where we are getting married and having the reception, are getting an invitation?"

"Yes, wouldn't you want an invitation from your first son's wedding? There's also me and Jazz, and Em and Rose. Then there was Tanya and Kate and Irina and Carmen and Eleazar, who got just one invitation. Then, there was Seth. You said no Jacob, but Edward liked Seth. Then I wasn't so sure about inviting Billy to come with Seth and Sue, but since Jacob ran away I figured I would invite him. I always have an extra invitation around for if someone else comes to mind. There was also Charlie's work friends. There should have been enough invitations for everyone, but we're one short!"

"Calm down Alice. who was the last person on the list?" Let it be Billy, let it be Billy,

"Billy, which isn't that bad, but it's odd to be one short. That doesn't happen. Ever." After she ranted about it for a few more minutes, complaining that it never happened and searching for it, Jasper came in from wherever he was before.

"Alice, what's wrong? I haven't felt you this angry since Emmett held you by your ankles upside-down for an entire day!"

"What's wrong is that for the first time in recorded history, I'm missing an invitation!" This went on for longer than I thought anyone could possibly rant about an invitation going missing.

"Hey Bella, hey Alice, enjoying your invitation addressing?" Edward asked, having just arrived home from a hunting trip. Thank you, god, you saved me for another five minutes of ranting Alice.

"No, Edward, we are not. There is an invitation missing, and that has never happened!"

"She's been going on about it for almost eight minutes, Edward, I'm just about ready to beat my head against the table until I slip into unconsciousness. The throbbing headache when I wake up would be welcomed after this!"

Edward's eyes widened at this revelation, but obviously he realized quickly enough that Alice or Jasper would stop me before I could even hit my head once. Edward then did something unexpected. He lifted me from the chair I was sitting in and kissed me. Not that I minded of course, kissing Edward was currently my favorite pastime. My least favorite was a tie between Barbie Bella, planning the wedding and being slowly dragged across a bed of razor blades.

"Sorry love, let's go somewhere rant-free. Charlie is fishing today, right? Let's go to your house. The sun is rather bright today, I don't want you getting a sunburn." With that, he tossed me onto his back, and we ran towards my house, keeping to the forest so that no one would see a sparkling Edward with me on his back, sprinting through the streets. That would be an interesting sight.

That next morning, something horrifying was waiting just behind my lovely still-life tribute to classic Chevys: my new car. It wasn't even something I could easily get over- it was a pretty, shiny, black Mercedes. It looked even nicer than Carlisle's. "Sorry, love, but this isn't the only car you're getting." Edward had just scared the hell out of me, I was alone in my room, and then he was behind me, and I couldn't hear him. I probably would have jumped a foot in the air, but Edward wrapped his arms around my waist. "Sorry, did I startle you?" Then it hit me. What Edward had said when he had startled me. 'This isn't the only car you're getting.' Does he want my head to explode?

"What do you mean this isn't the only car I'm getting? I'm getting two cars? The agreement said that once my truck died, you could buy me a new car. Not new cars, but a new car. Singular. As in one. You can't buy me a second car. If you already did buy me a second car, give it to someone else. Esme, maybe. I mean, Carlisle has the Mercedes, you have your cars, Emmett has the Jeep, Rosalie has the convertible, Alice has her Porsche, and you said you would give that bike to Jasper. That leaves Esme out of the 'Owners of Unnecessarily Expensive Vehicles' club. You really only need two, maybe three cars. Not six and then a motorcycle-"

Edward chuckled at my rant. "You know Bella, I believe we came to your house because it was rant-free. Also, calm down," Edward said, emphasizing the last two syllables, "you get this car, which is a rental, and then once you're changed, the rental goes back, and you get your 'after' car." I couldn't believe him- two cars? TWO cars? TWO cars? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Come on, Edward! I hate gifts that cost anything, especially from you, so you get me two expensive gifts?! You should really know better!"

Time passed, and my guilt for causing Jacob to leave his home, family and friends only grew as time passed. Every day I called Seth, and everyday the same news came. Seth was so good and kind, he never once tried to make me feel bad. Instead, he tried to make me feel better. But it did no good. Every day that he wasn't home, Billy got sadder. Not a lot, Billy knew Jake would come home eventually, but his eyes lost their sparkle, and smiles never seemed to reach his eyes, as Charlie put it. Charlie got angrier as time went on, because there was no new information. I just went deeper and deeper into a depression, my guilt eating away at me slowly but surely. Around the Cullens it was easy to laugh and smile, so long as wedding plans weren't involved, but when I wasn't around them, I was worse than Billy and Charlie combined. Angry at myself for hurting someone I love, sad for knowing I caused him to run away. Edward saw me like that, all depressed, because Charlie had fallen asleep faster than usual, or maybe he did when he normally did but I was too consumed with grief to notice the time passing, I don't know. Edward saw me, staring at the wall on the verge of tears, and when he found out it was because I was so guilty over having caused Jacob to run away, and he told me something I just didn't see coming.

He invited Jake. That's where the missing invitation went. To Billy's house. Edward took the hammer I had been using and put the final nail in Jake's coffin, put that last piece of straw on Jake's back, made him run away. I wanted to be angry at him- he broke my rule, he made my friend run away, he didn't own up to it when Alice was freaking out over the missing invitation. But he told me why he did it, not just that he did it. He did it so that Jake could have the choice Edward would have wanted had I chosen Jake. He did it behind my back so that if Jake didn't come, I wouldn't ever know he was even invited, and my feelings wouldn't get hurt. He just wanted to make me as happy as possible.

I ruined my shoelaces cooking for Charlie. My tank dipped below three fourths. I kept running out of pop tarts-it seems like they're running out faster than usual- and the tank dipped below halfway. It wouldn't have gone so low if I were the only one driving it, but whenever Edward would take me out to dinner in Port Angeles or Seattle, he would always take my car. He liked it because it went faster. The tank dipped below one fourth. I ruined my shoelaces again when Charlie tried to make dinner, and I had to save the meal, yet again. My pop tarts ran out too. Now I didn't eat breakfast all that often. Today, however, I left the house for a reason other than the shoelaces I desperately needed or for food for breakfast-gas. I made my way to the gas station, bombarded with guilt. Not as bad as it used to be, but still guilt. Argh! A red light! That gives everyone plenty of time to stare at me.

No one is staring at you, I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is staring at you.

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*MWAH!* Love ya, Jess