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Prompt: Tart
We were laying lazily in bed on a Saturday afternoon when he reached over and brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened willingly and was pleased with the delicious taste of raspberries and flaky crust. As I took the pastry into my mouth, I let my tongue gently brush against the pad of his thumb. He groaned and gave me a sinful look before attacking my ribs with his long, beautiful hands. I screeched and was laughing so hard I was losing my breath. He just grinned at me and kept tickling. It was perfect.

Every so often, when work was killing either of us we would spend a Saturday in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. We always indulged in things that we normally wouldn’t. Decadent desserts, mimosas all day, and other shall we say libations that were rare for our seven year relationship. I liked it because it reminded me of the beginning of our relationship. The newness and wonder of getting to know someone, He liked it because we had sex all day (c’mon, he’s a man), and I guess it reminded him of the beginning too.

So here we are on our nice comfy bed, naked and he’s feeding me a heavenly raspberry tart. I love those damn little pies. I love these days. It’s our time to regroup and sometimes put the focus back on us. We could be serious or childish here. It was a safe zone, neutral like Switzerland. Some of our biggest decisions were made on these Saturdays. Edward first told me he loved me, I had asked him to move in with me, he had asked me to marry him, all on a Saturday like this. When put in that perspective it was my turn to drop the bomb.

I thought for sure he had already suspected, I mean he’s a doctor he should suspect. But he hasn’t said anything to me about my increased sexual appetite, or my crying fests, or the fact that I have weird cravings. I hated raspberries, he knew this but was feeding them to me and I was chowing down like it was ambrosia. He would smirk at me, get that other look he has, the one that says I can’t get anything by him. And I never could.

I liked it though. I was never one for playing games and neither was Edward. I think that’s one of the reasons we worked so well. From the beginning we both told things like they were. But this was big, huge, monumental. We were going to be parents. Finally. After four years of trying we were going to have a baby. Actually we were having two but he couldn’t know that so at least I could surprise him a little.
Before he could feed me another piece of my new favorite food I laid the little ultrasound photo on his chest. Now to me you couldn’t really see much, but like I said, he’s a doctor so maybe he could tell from this one that there were two babies. He picked it up and looked at it and one second I saw both joy and sadness pass through his eyes.

“Bella? Are you? Are we?”

“Yes love, we are pregnant.” I made sure not to give anything else away.

“And the doctor is positive?”

“Doesn’t the picture speak for itself?”

“Actually the last couple of weeks speak for itself but yeah, the picture confirms it. But why would you be getting a sonogram already?”

I knew this would come up. And because he was Edward he would accept my answer and not hold a grudge.

“Baby, you were so broken when I miscarried again that I wanted to make sure that this was going to happen before I told you.”

“I wasn’t the only one that was broken Bella.”

“I know that but you didn’t see yourself afterwards.”

He gave me a sad smile and gently kissed my lips.

“We’re having a baby.”


“Technically I’ll be actually having the baby.”
“Shut it wench, you’re spoiling my moment. Can I call Carlisle and Esme?”

“Sure but don’t you want to see the other pictures?”

“There’s more?” My man was so excited.

“Well there’s one more.”

“Oh, ok.” Now he sounds like someone kicked his puppy.

“Well the first one doesn’t really give the full effect.”

“There’s a ‘full effect’?”

“Yeah since you can’t see them both on the one.”

“I want to see them both…Both? BOTH?” Now I have his attention.

“Yup, both. Apparently twins run on one of our sides of the family.” I say this sarcastically because hello, he’s a twin as is his mother.

“We’re having twins?! Two babies! I have got to call my mom and dad.”

He hops out of bed and runs around looking for a phone. I sit and smile then reach over to his side of the bed. I pick up the rest of the tart and begin to eat it. I could hear him coming back into the room, telling his mom to get his dad on the phone. As I’m wiping the crumbs from my mouth, I can’t help but think how sweet life is going to be.

Prompt: Trampoline

I had tried to avoid going to the hospital for 3 months now. I was doing really well. I watched where I walked, I drove the speed limit and kept proper space in between cars and I took my vitamins and ate better. This was fool proof. What I didn’t count on was my six-year-old twins, Maddie and Lizzie. They were always cautious and quiet girls, just like I was growing up. Actually, now that I think about it, I should be blaming my hair brained mother. It was her that bought them that damn trampoline. She was always telling me that they needed to “act like little girls instead of little adults.” I should have listened to my inner voice, she told me this was not a good idea. But I relented because the girls actually looked interested in the damn thing. Of course the first afternoon they use it they end up bumping into each other and fall to the ground in tears and tangled limbs.

Now that I am cursing my mother out on the drive to the hospital, I think about the odds that he may be working today. Even though I had never met him I was nervous. I had known his brother briefly, and that’s saying it nicely. A one night stand at a college party was not really “knowing” someone. Except biblically of course. He probably didn’t even remember my name and I’m sure he never would’ve mentioned it to his brother. I was in the clear. Unless by some chance he got a good look at the girls. He may notice Elizabeth had his sage green eyes, or that Madeline had his reddish hair. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize the twin grins that resemble his brother Emmett’s mischievous smirk. Or that Maddie can quirk her eyebrow like he did. I know that I thought about him every time I looked at them.

I had met Emmett Cullen at a frat party in May of my senior year at Washington University. My best friend Angela had joined a sorority so I often tagged along to parties with her and her “sisters”. I wasn’t really friendly with any of them but knew them enough for the usual hellos around school. The only two I knew a little better than the rest were Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale and that was only because Rosalie was Angela’s “big sister” and Alice was Rosalie’s best friend. In fact it was Alice that pointed out her brother Emmett to me that night. I was always shy but it was the end of the year, we were done with finals and getting ready to graduate. That’s what brought Rosalie and Alice back, Angela graduating. So I decided to leave college life with a bang. I just didn’t think I meant it literally.

When Alice noticed me staring at the guy in the living room by the keg at first she didn’t say anything. This was good because I was knee deep in fantasy. He looked to be about 6’2” if I had to guess with reddish brown hair that went in all directions, beautiful green eyes, and full lips that were begging to be bit. His body was long and muscular and the dark was jeans and tight black band t-shirt showed it off perfectly. He looked up and caught my eye and I immediately blushed and diverted my eyes to anywhere that wasn’t near him. As I did that I noticed the other girls, far prettier girls that were staring at him. I chanced a quick peek back at him and he was still looking at me. He gave me a half smile, tipped his cup to me and took a drink. That’s when Alice told me it was her brother. Through out the night I was in different rooms but always knew where he was. Every so often he would catch me looking at him and once or twice I caught him looking my way.

I went out into the backyard for some fresh air and sat down at the picnic table near the end of their backyard. I could still hear the party and the few people that were outside smoking but it was quiet enough for me to get lost in my thoughts. I’d like to say I thought over my college life or my plans for the future but my thoughts were not that illustrious. I was thinking about Alice’s brother whose name I didn’t even catch. So yeah, imagine my surprise when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me.

“Is it ok if I sit here?” Mmmm, velvet sex voice. I turned around and lo and behold, Alice’s brother was standing in front of me.

“Yeah sure.” Did I mention I was a lit major? I am a wordsmith.

He held out his hand and said, “I’m Emmett Cullen. I think you may know my sister Alice?”

“Bella. I know Alice but not very well.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bella. Are you graduating too?”

“Yep.” Like I said. Word. Smith.

He laughed a little and then turned his attention back to his red Solo cup. By this point I am kicking myself and calling myself every name in the book. I’ve talked to guys, I’ve had boyfriends, hell I’ve even had sex. So how come I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say to him?

“So Edward, are you in school?”

“I graduated two years from UCLA.”

Now I could bore you with the rest of our conversation but it wasn’t very interesting or earth shattering. We didn’t solve world peace or end world hunger so let’s just say that at some point I looked over at him and the next thing I know we’re kissing. I’m talking open mouth, tongues, panting kissing. Next thing I know (or want to share) I’m waking up in my bed, sans clothes. You can guess the rest. Flash forward six years and change.

I rush the girls into the tiny ER of Forks Memorial and give their information to Louise who surprise, surprise has known me all my life so this visit isn’t such a shock. After I finish all the necessary paperwork she asks if I want her to call m y father Charlie, the Chief of Police, but I decline. If it’s nothing serious I don’t want to worry him.

“Will the girls be seeing Dr. Gerandi? They’re really only comfortable with him.” This is utter bullshit but I’m trying to avoid Emmett’s brother and yes, will use my daughters to ensure that.

“Sorry hon, he’s on vacation. Dr.’s Cullen are on call today.”

Dr.’s? There are two Dr. Cullen’s here? I remember Angela saying Alice’s dad was a doctor so maybe I still had a chance. But I still wasn’t done.

“Dr. Emmett Cullen? I knew his sister in college.”

“No it’s his brother Edward, and his…”

“Bella? Bella Swan?” I turn around to see a stunning blond in a lab coat coming towards me.

“Rosalie Hale?” I am stunned, she still looks the same.

She reaches me and we give each other a hug that belies our relationship. But it’s what girls do.

“It’s Rosalie Hale-Cullen now. Doctor actually.”

“That’s great Rosalie! So you married Edward?”

“We, no. I married Emmett!”

And here my jaw drops, my heart slams against my chest wall and tears are threatening.

“Oh wow,” I manage to squeak out, “that’s great.” I am lying, its horrible news.

“So what have you been up to?” Seriously? She’s a doctor? I’m in an ER what does she think I’m up to?

“Well…,” I begin.

“Bella, you can bring the girls to curtain 3.” Saved by Jessica Stanley, a nurse here and a friend from high school. Now how do I get the girls back there without Rosalie seeing? I am not ashamed of my daughters I just don’t want their Daddy’s wife to see them. I’ll be on Jerry Springer next week. Luckily before she can ask questions, Rose is called away telling me we need to get together and that Edward will be seeing us today.

I bring the girls back to curtain 3, sit them on the bed and we wait. And wait. And wait. Finally I hear some shuffling behind the curtain and I hear Jessica talking to Dr. Cullen and giving them the girls’ information. When I hear his beautiful, velvet voice I freeze. They sound identical. I wonder if Edward and Emmett are twins. It would explain why I had twins when there are none in my family tree. They both come in and I am shocked again. Standing before me is Emmett Cullen. But Jessica is introducing him as Edward Cullen. What the hell is going on here? When he looks up from the chart the recognition is instant. He stands there, chart in hands, not saying anything.

All I can think is that I have to get my girls out of here. This can’t be happening. What am I going to do? Why is this happening? After what seems like hours, he composes himself and I think I detect a flash of anger in his eyes.

“Ms. Swan,” polite motherfucker, “what brings you here today?”

Before I can say anything Jessica jumps right in, “oh, the Maddie and Lizzie were playing on their new trampoline and fell off.” She smiles at them.

He barely looks over at my, at our, daughters, when his eyes are back on me. Now they look accusing.

“You let 6 year olds play on a trampoline?” Obviously I am a horrible mother. And now Mama Bear comes out.

“Excuse me, Dr. Cullen,” I sneer, “but maybe you can take a look at them before calling Social Services on me?”

Jessica is bewildered, Dr. Cullen looks ashamed and Maddie and Lizzie have no idea what is going on.

“Pardon me, Ms Swan. Of course I’ll have a look at them.” Oh shit.
When he does turn his attention towards them I know the precise moment he is suspect. His back goes rigid, his head does a slight double take and there is a distinct intake of breath. Apparently I’ll have a lot of explaining to do and very soon. But I’m too busy cursing out that damn trampoline.

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: M, this is Edward’s outlook on what happened at Bella’s birthday, I'm strangely proud of this

Prompt: Glass

I have relived that moment every day since it happened. And being that I never slept, I relived it every night as well. I know the exact moment it all went to hell. As attuned as I was to her and the heavenly smell of her blood, I smelt it before anyone did. One single drop of that precious juice was all it took to end my world. The one thing I had denied myself for years and the one person whose blood I lusted after the most was in my reach. Except Jasper beat me to it. I knew out of all of us Carlisle was truly the only vampire not a threat to Bella. Even I possessed a modicum of control. As much as I hate to think it, Jasper was the most likely to cave. And did he ever.

I watched in complete horror as he caught the enticing aroma and saw in his mind the image of my Bella laying in front of him, exsanguinated, his mouth filled with her life force. I was immediately on the attack and just barely made it to Bella in time. My only thought being of her as I brushed her aside to bear the brunt of Jasper’s force. Even with my speed and acute hearing I was seconds too late to stop what happened next. I managed to throw Jasper away from Bella and into a wall when I heard the glass table shatter before I actually saw her go through it. Silly me, I had become to complacent in my actions around Bella and should’ve known a brush in a moment of panic was nothing like the ones we had become accustomed to. I had put a little to much force into it and again the reality that Bella was human came crashing down on me.

I had inevitably made a bad situation much worse. Where what had started this was a single paper cut, now there were ribbons of blood pouring down her arm and for a moment I felt the hunger that I have denied myself rear its ugly head. I heard the other members of my family get Jasper in control and flee the room. Apparently I wasn’t the only one drawn to Bella’s blood. I heard Esme apologize in an agonized voice and she was gone with the others. As Carlisle took her into the dining room, I stared at was once our coffee table. It was so innocuous when Esme bought it home. I cursed Esme for decorating the house in glass. What was she thinking? Right after I had brought Bella home we should have changed things. Bella proofed the house. We were all aware of her clumsiness, it was only a matter of time before something happened to her.

I vaguely heard Jasper’s thoughts as they walked him deep into the forest, he was castigating himself. Well he should, I thought. I was still staring at the shards of glass when I heard Carlisle calling me. My heart broke when I saw my love lying on the table, drenched in her blood, Carlisle pulling out the pieces of glass still sticking in her arm. She looked at me and smiled. And therein lays the problem. She was completely unaware of the danger she was in mere minutes ago. Although I could not read her mind, I knew she was thinking that what happened was a tiny bump in the road. She would forgive Jasper and forget it ever happened. I never could get across to her the seriousness of a human being in the midst of vampires. And even this wouldn’t sway her. This would be harder than I thought.

My father told me to go speak with Jasper, saying that I would be the only one able to calm him. Why would I want to calm the person that just destroyed my life? As I walked through the living room, I cast another glance at the shards of glass lying on the floor. I cursed Esme, I cursed the table, and I cursed Jasper. But most of all, I cursed myself. Bringing Bella into this environment was wrong and totally selfish of me. I let her get through my defenses because I wanted her to. I could have walked away. Eventually. At the very least when her human form no longer served her. I didn’t believe any of the bullshit I was thinking, it just helped me to think that I could be that man. But I wasn’t a man, was I? I was a vampire, a monster. And my being here, the unnaturalness of me “living” caused the one person I loved most in the world to be in harm’s way.

It was then that I decided the only way to make sure that nothing happened to Bella that could be because of me was to leave. Not just me, but the whole family. I could talk Carlisle into it which would automatically mean that Esme would agree. I would use Jasper’s guilt, as much as that might pain me, to get him to agree. Rosalie would not be a problem. No, the only problem would be Alice and Emmett, they loved Bella as their own sister. Of course Alice could never be away from Jasper and I would have to use that to my advantage. Emmett wouldn’t stay here by himself. At least that should be the easy part. It would probably take me days to convince Bella though.

A plan started to form in my head as I finally reached the place in the forest where my brother and sisters were helping calm Jasper down. He looked at me with such sadness and remorse. I looked away from him, not wanting him to see the accusation in my eyes even though he could probably feel it. I had wished at that moment that I had pushed him into that wretched table.

Prompt: Vanity
Rating/Notes: M, Rosalie Hale, not my best work



Rosalie Hale loved life. Well, she loved her life. Why shouldn’t she? She came from one of the wealthiest families in town, had her own car, her own room with a walk-in closet and master bath, all the designer clothes she wanted, and best of all she was Queen of Forks High. All of this would’ve been enough to make anyone popular but on top of that she was beautiful. Some said the most stunning beauty in the county. And she believed them. Why wouldn’t she? She had long golden hair (natural- of course) that only professional grade products were allowed to touch, sky blue eyes (no colored contacts for her) fringed in the longest lashes, high cheekbones that never needed blush, and curves and muscle in all the right places(thank you Günter the personal trainer). She was the envy of all the girls at school and the fantasy of all the boys. She only ran with the popular kids and would never even dream of being seen speaking to anyone not in her precious circle.

Unfortunately Rosalie was not as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. If her outside was the exquisite garden always blooming with color and life, her inside was the untended garden, over run by weeds that took hold of the beautiful flowers and strangled them. In a nutshell, she was not nice. But that didn’t really matter to anyone. At least to anyone by the name of Rosalie Hale. She was beloved by her parents, revered by teachers and feared by her fellow students.

She had a standing appointment every Monday after school at Essence, an exclusive spa in Port Angeles, where she had facials, hot stone massages and was waxed so thoroughly that babies were jealous of her smooth skin. She had her own M.A.C. specialist whom she often would call at all hours for the latest eye shadows, lip glasses, and (gasp!) concealer just in case an unsightly zit would dare to show itself on her normally blemish free face.

She was young, gorgeous and smart. Much to the dismay of her more plain classmates, she had a 4.0 GPA, captain of the cheerleading team and was always announced as the Queen or Princess for every school dance, semi-formal, formal and prom. And she never let those classmates forget that she had everything and could get anything she wanted. She had yet to understand that her pride and vanity were not traits most would consider admirable.

One day though, she would realize it. She would learn what it would feel like to not be the prettiest girl, or the smartest. One day she would know what it was like to be without. One day she would know the pain of being mocked. She would know heartbreak. She would know loneliness. She would know what it was like to be looked down on or to be judged on your bank account.

Rosalie Hale was moving to California. Beverly Hills to be exact. But until then she was still ruling in her tiny little kingdom in Forks. She was on top, where she firmly believed she belonged. Besides wasn’t Beverly Hills the plastic surgery capitol of the world? She could always buy better looks.

WitFit: Imagined Image: Write about a character who’s just had the worst night’s sleep ever. What happened to cause it? What are the results?

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: T, I have a very heavy heart tonight so this was a bit cathartic for me. I have lost a grandma and aunt to cancer. I refuse to lose anyone else.


I had tossed and turned all night. Whenever I looked at my clock angry red numbers glared back at me telling me it was only 30 minutes since I had last looked. I haven’t had this bad of a nights sleep since college. I could blame it on the late day coffee. Anything after 3pm was sure to keep me up. But I had had my last cup at 1:30pm. I could blame it on work and the stress of the promotion. But I had basically been doing the job I was promoted to for 5 months, I was only getting the official title and pay raise now. No, I couldn’t blame it on anything but me. This was all my fault, I had done this to myself.

When the doctor had given me my diagnosis this afternoon I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t. I always knew this was a possibility. I had just hoped it would skip me. It didn’t. I inherited my father’s dark hair and chin, his stubbornness and his loyalty. I inherited my mother’s eyes, her ears, her loving nature and the two words I never had wanted to hear again. Breast cancer. My great-grandmother, grandmother, great-aunt and mother had all been diagnosed. My great-aunt and mother were the only ones to beat it. I would have to tell my family soon. I tried to remember how mom had told us but couldn’t remember.

Finally at 5am I couldn’t take anymore so I got out of bed and started the coffee. I booted my computer, ready to start my research. I already knew a lot about it from my mom but I wanted, no needed, to learn more. At 6, I called my boss to let him know that I needed to take a personal day. I showered and made myself up as if I was going to work. I didn’t want to look like I was wallowing. Even if I had every right to. But I had seen my mother’s fight, her determination, and I couldn’t let her down.

I arrived at my mom and dad’s at 8am. My father was surprised to see me and I saw a flash of concern in his eyes before he engulfed me in a hug. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. Some people may think it was a little Donna Reed but this was normal to me. She turned around as I entered the room, poised with a spatula in her hand to scramble the eggs and looked right into my eyes. I tried not to give anything away, but this was my mother I never could hide anything from her. The spatula dropped to floor, little bits of egg flying and she started to tear up. She came forward and immediately wrapped me in her embrace. There was nothing in the world that had ever soothed me than being held by my mother. Yes, I was an adult, but sometimes I needed my mommy. She rocked me and held me tight for a few minutes before my father pulled her gently away from me. Just as I was always comforted in my mother’s arms, my father always knew when I needed to just be. I looked at them, tried to smile and told them to sit down.

At 12pm, we had a plan. We had appointments set up, we had family dinners planned, and we had Googled like it was going out of style. But most of all we had hope, we had faith and we had love. My mom was a powerhouse, it was exactly what I needed, she gave me information on doctors, hospitals, special bras, support groups, everything I could ask for and more. My parents said they wanted to go to all my appointments and I had to beg my mom not to move in with me. By 1pm, I was in my old room, on my bed. It was easier now to fall asleep. All the doubts I had throughout the night were gone. Even thought it was not the most peaceful sleep, it was what I needed.

I woke up refreshed, and went down stairs to see what my parents were up to. What I saw didn’t really surprise me. The sounds of chatter hit me first, then the delicious smell. In my parents kitchen was most of my family, trays of food lining the counters. The talking stopped the minute I entered the room. They all stared at me with varying emotions- love, sadness, respect, hope. This is when I knew what the outcome would be. I would beat this, it wouldn’t beat me. I would own this, it wouldn’t own me. I would make it my bitch, I wouldn’t be its. Breast cancer was not going to be the defining factor in my life. That choice was still mine.

Idea Completion: What would be going on in the mind of a young office assistant biting her nails?


He had always known her to be calm, cool, and collected. Today was different though. When ever he walked into the office she would look up at him with a smile and a happy greeting. They would flirt a little as women often did with him. It must be the uniform, he often thought. Now she sat at her desk practically gnawing on her fingers, her eyes shifted back and forth between her boss’s door and her computer.

He found this extremely odd. First off, her nails were meticulous. He knew from past conversations she got a manicure at least once a week. She was very proud of that. She told him that she felt “put together” when her nails were done. Secondly, the way her eyes darted about was just off. She never seemed to be anything less than confident. Sometimes exceedingly so for the position she held. He knew she felt being an assistant was a stepping stone to further her career. He was a little worried about her at this point, she hadn’t noticed his arrival. What is she thinking?

Oh shit, she thought pulling her hand away from her mouth, what am I going to do? She had been up worrying all weekend about what would happen today at the office. Maybe he didn’t see me, she prayed. She tried to will her eyes away from his office door but just couldn’t stop herself. She thought she heard someone come in the door but she was too preoccupied thinking about the shit storm that was going to drop down.

She noticed belatedly that she had chewed off most of her nails. On Saturday morning she had began with just a finger, by midafternoon it was three. By Sunday morning she had chipped all the nail polish off and she was pissed. It was her favorite color- O.P.I.’s I’m Not Really A Waitress, and now that’s what she may end up as.

I can’t believe this is happening, she thought lifting her pointer finger to her mouth. I am never going to that club again. No, in fact I’m never going to any club again. Or bar. Anywhere that serves alcohol. What a fool I must have made of myself, standing on the bar with Gigi and dancing like it was my last night on earth. Damn Def Leppard. Who would actually want someone to pour sugar on them. Friggin’ hair bands! I’m also boycotting Brit hair bands, she decided.

While she was up there gyrating she thought she had seen her boss in one of the booths. At first she didn’t think anything of it, it was a Friday after 5pm, and the night was hers. But then she realized she only got in here because of who she worked for. She also knew many of his clients came here. She was so screwed, and not in the good way. She climbed down from the bar, stumbled into a few guys and made it to the bathroom before she could confirm if it was him. That’s what she spent the whole weekend thinking about- what if it was him? What would he do to her? What could he do? Legally, could he fire her? That would just be the icing on the cake.
If it wasn’t bad enough that her boss may have caught her show on Friday night but before that she came home to her roommate telling her she was moving out the following week. There was no way she could find a suitable roommate by then and there was definitely no way she could afford the place by herself. That’s why she went out, to drink and dance her worries away for a little while.

Maybe if I just go in there and head him off he’ll think I’m brave or owning my actions and let it go. If not I can always cry and tell him why I was there doing what I was doing. Ugh, I have no nails left. And I’m going to be homeless and unemployed. I’m just going to walk in there and lay it all on the line. I’ll apologize for my behavior and for making the company look bad in front of clients. He’ll hear me out, he may even sympathize, and maybe I can at least keep my job. At least if I keep my job I can get my nails done.

Prompt: Word Prompt: Jealous with Dialogue Flex: “I could have sworn I saw…”
Rated:M, Alice and Jasper, a bit of angst




“You are insane,” he said.

“Am I? Am I really?”

“Yes. You are. I’d even go as far as to say you are bat shit crazy!”

“Bat shit crazy? You son of a bitch! How dare you stand there and say things like that to me!”

“Well what else do you want me to say Alice? You’re acting so out of character I don’t know what to think! You’re standing here accusing me of…”

“All I said was that I could have sworn I saw you leaving the Forks Hotel with Bella. I didn’t accuse you of anything Jasper. But now that you mention it maybe I should be accusing you.”

“Why would I be at a hotel with your best friend and my best friend’s girlfriend?”

“At first I would have said that maybe you met for lunch, but me thinks the man doth protest too much!”

“Oh great, quoting Shakespeare. Lovely. For the last time, you did not see me leave the hotel with Bella. Can we go eat now?”

“Well I saw someone who looked a whole hell of a lot like you with Bella. And I know it was her.”

“Alice, I’m not sure what you want me to say. I don’t particularly like where this conversation is going to go. If you can’t believe me, there’s nothing more for me to say.”

“All I want is the truth Jasper. I’ve noticed lately how the two of you sometimes get lost in your own conversation. The little glances you pass one another. I know she texts you. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“Since when is it a crime to talk to my friend? For the record, she is one of my best friends too. I wasn’t aware you needed to know everything we talked about.”

“You just keep dodging my questions! And so you know, I asked Bella and she is giving me the same story. It wasn’t her, she was at work all day. Have you thought what this would do to me? To Edward? The four of us have been friends since high school. We have been dating since 10th grade. I gave you all of me! How could you do this to us?”

“For the last time. I. Didn’t. Do. Anything. With. Bella. And what about what you’re doing? You have so little faith in me? In us that you would think I would do anything that would hurt you? Especially something that would hurt all of us? You think your best friend would do that to you? She loves you. I love you. Neither of us would hurt you like that.”

“You certainly are defending her.”

“That’s it Alice. I can’t do this anymore tonight. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve calmed down we can talk about this.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Well I am not going to stay here and listen to this.”

“Oh, so I guess you’ll go stay with Edward and Bella? That would be convenient.”

“Damn you woman! Listen to yourself! You are single handedly driving me away. I am not going to Edward’s. I’ll stay at the hotel.”

“Of course you will! Don’t you get frequent flier points?”

“I’ll call you in the morning.”

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“Edward, I am telling you there is something going on with them!”

“Alice please, I would know if there was something shady going on between them, Besides I asked both of them, and I believe them.”

“He left Edward. An innocent man does not leave.”

“He does if there’s no getting through to you.”

“Funny Edward. This is your marriage we’re talking about.”

“No Alice, this is your relationship we’re talking about. Mine is just fine.”

“Whatever Edward. I know what I saw, and I’m not letting up until I know the truth.”

“Then be prepared to be disappointed because I know nothing is going on between them. Whatever your issues are with Jasper don’t bring my wife into them.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That you have been itching to get married, That you’re disappointed you’re not even engaged yet and more so are afraid you never will.”

“Wow, those psych classes you took in college really paid off Dr. Phil.”

“Ok then Alice, I’m ready to get off the phone. You’re the one making waves here. We have all tried to tell you that there is nothing going on, but you keep pushing it. If you continue to do so you’ll not only lose Jasper and Bella, but you’ll lose me too. And one day you will regret it. So I’m gonna ask you to please take what Jasper and Bella are telling you and believe it.”

“I’m sorry Edward I just can’t. I will not put up with someone who cheats on me.”

“Well then there’s nothing else for me to say Alice. Just consider it.”

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“Good evening, Forks Hotel. This is Lauren how may I help you?”

“Hello, my name is Bella Cullen…”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Cullen. How was your meeting with Mr. Whitlock today?”

I knew it! “Meeting” my ass. “It went well Lauren.”

“Oh good. So all the details are worked out then? And the soon-to-be-bride is clueless?”

“Oh defini…” wait, what? Soon-to-be-bride? Who was… Oh shit.

“Um Lauren. Mr. Whitlock and I have changed our minds so often today I wasn’t sure what we ended up with could you tell me.”

“Sure Mrs. Cullen. Well, he booked the honeymoon suite for next week. I believe it’s the anniversary of when they first met right?”

“Yes.” I am a fool.

“And the florist will be here that day setting up the arrangements in the room. He decided on orchids and tulips.”

Of course he did. Those were my favorites. “He gave those to me, um to her, for prom.”

“He is such a sweet man. She is so lucky. Especially to have a best friend that would help him plan the proposal. He was so lost the first time he came in here! You’ve really helped him out.”

I am a horrible person. “Yeah. She’s the best.”

“Ok, then there is the bottle of Cristal from you and Mr. Cullen. The ring will be dropped off in the morning and stored in our safe.”

“You know what Lauren? Its ok, I found the information. Thank you for helping me out. I do have one more question though.” Before I rot in hell.

“What would that be Mrs. Cullen?”

“Is Mr. Whitlock there now?” Since I basically threw him out of our home.

“Let me look it up. Yes he checked in a few hours ago. Room 336. Would you like me to transfer you?”

“No thank you Lauren. You have helped me enough for the night.” And I am going down the shame spiral.

“Alright then Mrs. Cullen. I look forward to seeing you next week for the final preparations.”

“Goodnight Lauren.”

What the hell have I done?