Emily's Nightmare28
The church wasn't small, and white. It looked like a miniature version of Norte Dame. Edward and Bella were already there and waiting for us. Edward had changed his shirt into something churchier and Bella was wearing a light pink halter dress. "Thank you for inviting us Mrs. Cunning," Bella thanked her when we reached her.
"You weren't even invited," I murmured, to low for anyone to hear but Edward. He chuckled.
"It's the only way we could let you go on a date," he teased.
"It's not a date," I snapped at him. He laughed and exchanged words with everyone. Suddenly the pastor came rushing out and stopped in front of us.
"Mrs. Macready called in sick at the last minute and now we have no organist!" he cried. Mrs. Cunning, who was the church organizer person, and the pastor started to discuss possible plans that they could do. Suddenly, I got an idea.
"Mrs. Cunning, I didn't mean to hear that you need a pianist. My brother Edward can play the piano, and he's amazing. Aren't you Edward?" I asked him, a teasing smile on my face. He narrowed his eyes at me momentarily, and smiled back to Mrs. Cunning. Before he could deny anything, Bella chirped in, knowing were I was heading.
"That's right, Edward is marvelous. I bet he'd be so happy to play, after all, you were so generous to invite us to church with you, it's the least we could do. Isn't that right Edward," she asked him. Edward glared at her too, before knowing he wasn't going to win this round. He put on a fake happy smile and agreed to play today. The pastor got really happy, that he started dragging Edward off so he could practice the first couple of pieces before they began. I mouthed thank you to Bella, who winked and trailed behind them. Matthew poked my side and motioned for him to follow him inside. I nodded and excused myself with his mom. I got up to him at the entrance of the church and gasped. The interior was beautiful. The windows were covered in ceramics paintings, each telling apart of the Catholic faith. At the alter there stood a pure white crucifix, with two women at either side. I think they where Mary Magdalene and Mary his mother.
"It's beautiful," I gasped.
"I'm glad you like it," he whispered in my ear. He made me look at him; his dark green eyes were full of hope and anticipation. The same feeling that I felt when I was with him yesterday in the woods was back. He leaned in closer. Then Edward cleared his throat. Stupid vampire. Matthew took a step back quickly and I did the same. "Yeah, I'm going to go see if mom needs help with anything," he said and headed back out the church.
"What is your problem!" I practically yelled at Edward. He smirked.
"I'd just thought that you would like to see the piano, it's very ancient and in mint condition," he said, knowing that what he did bugged me. Bella came running down the stairs, and smacked Edward's arm.
"I told you to leave her alone," she told him. He shrugged his shoulders and went back up stairs, whistling. "Remind me to ignore him later," Bella told me. I laughed, like that was going to happen.
"Just try to keep him away," I begged her. She laughed and nodded. Matthew came back, glad to find Edward gone.
"Hello Matthew," Bella greeted him. He smiled, glad that Bella wasn't going to talk about what almost happened.
"Hello Bella, will you be sitting with us?" he asked her. She cocked her head and thought about it.
"I don't know, maybe," she teased me.
"Bella!" I whined. She laughed and headed upstairs to find Edward.
"I'll take that as a no," Matthew said. He grabbed my hand and pulled to the pew where his family was sitting. Sam and Quill were there, and so was Jacob. Clara was off, sitting with her friends. Mr. Cunning was on a business trip somewhere in Florida, so he wasn't here. I sat next to Matthew, who sat next to his mother. The piano started playing and everybody stood. The song was Amazing Grace. After the priest got to the alter and the helpers put the candles in their holders everyone sat down. The priest started by saying how thankful he was that God had let them reunite on this cloudy day in his house. He personally thanked Edward for playing the piano and that he hoped Mrs. Macready would feel better. The note of Edward playing brought a lot of whispers and hushed murmurs, the Cullen's never came to church. None of them even had the slightest idea that he played the piano, and beautifully too. Of course Edward had to down grade his talent a bit, so he'd sound less like a professional who should have gone to Juilliard and more like boy who took private lessons for ten years.
Mass continued and I only got lost twice, once in the opening prayer and once during the sermon. I stayed seated when it was time for communion, since I had never gotten communized and got a lot of stares from people who passed by. It was really quite through out the whole time, but it wasn't one of those annoying quiets you here where no one has anything to say, or everyone's so mad at each other that they ignore one another. It was one of those quiets were everybody settles down to listen to what others have to say, think it over and comment. The mass concluded with the song Let the River Flow, and once the priest walked out, everybody started to chitter chatter about the afternoon plans.
"Do you want to change out of your clothes?" I asked Matthew when we were outside. He shook his head.
"Neah, I'm fine. So, are we heading to your house then?" he asked. I nodded and he went to say good-bye to his mother. I sat on the steps of the church; everybody had already gone home, and waited. I looked up at the sky; it seemed to be clearing, which was both good and bad. Good because they could use the sun's heat and the light would probably work out great for the project. Bad because when in seconds we could go shiny and sparkly, exposing our secret. I walked over to Matthew and tapped him on the back.
"I'll be in the car," I told him, while pointing at the sky. He looked up and saw why and nodded. "Thank you for letting come to church with you, Mrs. Cunning, it was a very pleasant experience," I told his mom.
"No, thank you for joining us, I hope we do it again," she said cheerfully. I nodded and headed to the car. I opened the door and got into the back seat. It wasn't the Mercedes anymore, but Edward's Volvo, so I wasn't going to drive. Bella was already in the passenger seat.
"Where's Edward?" I asked her as I played with the radio station dials.
"He got tangled up with the pastor, who wants to know if he'll play again. Apparently Edward has a lot of potential," she said laughing.
"Well he better hurry, suns coming out. What do you think he'll say?" I asked her. The door opened and Matthew slid in next to me. Edward opened the driver door and sat down.
"What you tell him?" Bella asked. Edward started up the engine and backed out of the parking lot. "Don't hit anyone," she warned.
"I tried to tell him no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, I compromised and now I'm the official substitute church pianist." He didn't seem too happy about it. Bella patted his arm sympathetically. We got home in ten minutes later. Edward parked the car and we all got out.
"So, what exactly are we going?" Matthew asked. I shrugged; I didn't even know what we were going to do. "Thanks."
"Alice is out back," Edward said, and pointed to which way we were supposed to go.
"Thanks, you wouldn't by any chance want to help?" I asked hopefully.
"I want nothing to do with what Alice has in plan," he said. Thanks for making me feel better Ed. "Don't call me Ed; you know I don't like it." I walked with Matthew to the back of the house. Alice was already there and so was Rosalie. There were curtains set up as changing rooms and white throne type chairs, ten of them, in a semi circle. I the middle was what looked like to be a huge chess board.
"What have you dragged me into?" Matthew asked. I gave him a sympathetic look and went to go talk to Alice.
"So Alice, what are we going to do?" I asked her.
"First, you're going to change out of that outfit, you can't wear that. I got your clothes in the left changing station, so go," she shooed me off to the changing room. She turned back to look at Matthew, and studied him. I could see her fashion gears turning. I instantly felt bad for him. What I should have been feeling was sorry for me. I groaned when I saw the clothes I was given. Apparently, less was more. Well, it wasn't that bad. Not something I would have gotten, but not that bad. It was a green Clarissa tank top and navy colored, Jane, twill shirts. The only thing that wasn't new were the white flip flops. I stepped out of the changing room, to find Matthew being cornered.
"What are you doing?" I asked them. Matthew eyes lightened up when he saw me then went to checking out what I was wearing.
"Better keep your thought in check, Edward is always listening," Rosalie warned him. He instantly turned a darker shade. I pretended I didn't notice.
"So, am I going to need my camera and my equipment? I asked Alice, she was after all head of the project. She nodded and pointed to were the gear was already set up. I slouched, "You're not going to let me in my room are you?" I asked as I walked over to my station. My computer was there, up and running to Photoshop and my camera was set up. All that was left was to take the pictures. "What exactly are we going to do?" I asked Alice one more time. Her face lit up, she was eager to explain.
"I had this idea that I get to dress everyone up in costumes that make them look like the Greek gods from ancient Greek. For example, Rosalie here would be the Goddess Aphrodite, and it's pretty obvious why. Carlisle would be Zeus, since Zeus was like god leader, and Carlisle is head of the family. Get it? Well, then they all sit on their thrones and do what gods would do. The chess board is there to represent how they followed with mortal lives, so the pieces are shaped as humans going to war. Your job is to take the pictures, of course, and be one of the goddesses. Matthew will be one of the gods, since I'm needing the model. I'll obviously be making the costumes. Rosalie is also going to be in charge of makeup and hair. It's going to be so much fun!!" she yelled. Wow, I could see how it was going to work; it really was a great idea. A little over board, but a fabulous idea. I also saw why I was hardly wearing anything, she was going to put the costume over it, and since they wore togas back then, it was going to be a lot easier and comfortable. She turned to look at Matthew, "Your sleeves are too long," she said.
"I don't have another shirt," Matthew said, hoping it would get him out of doing this. Unfortunately for him, Alice had already planned that.
"Who said anything about changing shirts?" Alice asked, taking a step forward. Matthew saw where she was heading. He started to shake his head. Poor Matthew.
"Oh no, I am not taking my shirt off," he said, stepping away from her.
"Emily will owe you a life time of servitude if you do," Alice offered. Hey, who said anything about servitude?
"It's not like you don't have anything under there. I know you werewolves are tough and strong," Rosalie said flirty. Matthew turned a darker shade than he had been before. This wasn't looking to good for him.
He ended up taking his shirt off. When he stepped out of the changing room, I was focusing the camera on the set. "You owe me a life time of servitude," he whispered in my ear. I turned around, almost knocking my camera down. He caught it and put it back up. I stared at him. Rosalie was right; there was defiantly muscle under his shirt. He caught me looking at me. He smile cockily, "Does my being half naked bother you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and fixed my camera.
"Dream on."
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