Stephanie Meyer is the genius of the Twilight world, and she refuses to share. Therefore, I do not own Twilight. Dammit!

Chapter 1: Groom and Bridezilla

BPOV

"I'm just…. So happy!" My best friend Alice Brandon cried out as she sat on the barstool in front of the make-up counter. "Bella! I'm getting married!" she managed to squeak out before a new round of tears came pouring out.

I just roll my eyes as I mop up her face trying to salvage some of the makeup that Rosalie had already applied. Alice is, how can I say this… a hyper drama queen. She literally created the saying 'shop till you drop' and can manage to turn any situation into a soap opera Imagine our surprise when we got the invitation to her wedding with Jasper Hale, the calmest man I've ever met. I guess they sort of balance each other out, opposites attract and all that.

I met Alice in my freshman year of high school. My brother and I had just moved to Forks, Washington to live with our father after our mother remarried. I love my mom but I really didn't want to bear witness to her and Phil's' honeymoon stage. I was in my first class of the day when a pixie-like black haired girl pulled out the chair next to me. She introduced herself as Alice and told me we were going to be best friends. At the time I thought she was crazy, but sure enough her prediction came true. We were inseparable throughout high school and even shared a dorm at UW together. After college we moved into an apartment in Seattle where she fell in love with our neighbor Jasper. Our friend Rosalie and I predicted that they would break up after awhile because they were so different, but they stayed strong and somehow it worked for them.

Alice's sobbing brought me out of my trance. "He's so perfect guys! We're going to be so happy together!"

"God dammit Alice! We have three hours until you need to walk down that isle and I refuse to have you looking like shit! So suck it up and let me finish your makeup." Rosalie is steaming. She's always been the bluntest of the three of us. We met in our sophomore year of college in English Lit class. She's basically the epitome of beauty. She's has dark blue eyes, blonde hair, curves, and sun-kissed skin. To say she intimidated me would be an understatement. We got paired for an essay project about a month into the class and instantly hit it off. She met Alice soon after and we became a female version of the three musketeers.

I smirked up at Rose as I grabbed the curling iron and started to curl the ends of Alice's hair.

Alice's scowled at Rose. "Don't be a bitch Rose. I'm about to have the biggest moment of my life and I will cry if I want to! Stop laughing Bella this isn't funny"

"Alice, relax okay. You love Jasper, he loves you, and you're in this together. I know you're scared hell, Jasper's probably shitting a brick right about now, but this is your day Alice! This is what you've been waiting for! You're going to walk down that isle and into the arms of the man you love, you're going to get married and skip off into the sunset and live happily ever after."

"Ya if you can live through this hell of a day, you'll make it to the best couple moths of your life. The honeymoon stage! Sex, sex, and more sex!" Rosalie commented while applying Alice's eye shadow.

"You guys are the best you know that. I love you so much!" She was starting to tear up again so Rosalie decided to switch topics.

"So I was thinking just a light blue eye-shadow to match the accents on your dress, what do you think Al?" she asked.

I decided to tune out since fashion was never really my thing. I finish up Alice's hair and decide to get some fresh air. As I walk over to the door that leads to the back terrace, I trip over someone's discarded high heal. Yep that's me, clumsy Bella. Can't even walk over a flat surface without tripping over something like a shoe, a rock, my own feet… air. Yes, I have tripped over air and I will never live it down. Especially with Emmett around.

Emmett's my bear of a brother. He's big and scary on the outside, but cuddly and sweet on the inside. He's 26, a year older than me, and has been dating rose since they met five years ago. They're perfect for each other. We keep waiting for him to pop the big question, but I personally don't think it'll happen any time soon. Em and Rose know they love each other and don't need a piece of paper and a big extravagant wedding to prove it.

I walk outside and am hit with the cool air of Forks. Alice and Jasper decided to have their wedding at Alice's parents' house. They live on a huge chunk of land in a mansion of a home. Alice's father owns a law firm and is therefore quite wealthy. You can tell they put a lot of money into the dress and decorations. The whole backyard has been done up in white and dark blue decorations. Alice wanted it to be white and red but Rose and I persuaded her otherwise. There was no way I was going to be standing in front of hundreds of people as a maid of honor looking like a candy cane.

The guests had started arriving about an hour ago. I hadn't seen the final guest list, but the last time I had seen it they had invited well over 200 people. Judging by how many tables and chairs had been set up, they added quite a few names to the list.

From my perch on the railing I could see the whole backyard. I made a mental note to myself that when I get married, there's no way in hell it's gonna be this big. How is it possible to even know this many people! I stared in horror at all the people flooding their way into the backyard to try and find their designated seats. A throat clearing behind me brought me out of my internal musings.

I spun around quickly in surprise, too quickly, and lost my footing. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable fall, Alice is going to kill me if I'm bruised on her wedding day. Instead, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me upright. I open my eyes slowly, one by one, and take a peek at my savior.

Holy shit. Is all I am capable of thinking.

Holding me up with his beautiful hands on my waist is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life. Even better than Taylor Lautner, and that's saying something. The first thing I notice is his eyes. They're jade green and deep, like windows to his soul. His skin is pale, but not pasty. It suits him well. His hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, and it's not greased down with all that styling shit that makes it all sticky. It's light brown with bits of red in it and I just want to run my fingers through it. He has the perfect sized nose that attach to his slightly pink cheeks. His jaw is beautiful. Bet you didn't know a jaw could be beautiful, well now you know. His hard chest is pressed up against my side, and I can tell he works out. Not the freakish workouts that make your arm muscles bigger than your head, but the normal one's that give guys a six-pack.

I focus on his lips. Oh god, I want to lick them. They're proportioned nicely, and have a light pink tinge to them. And they're moving. Oh shit, he's talking! What the hell's he saying?

"I'm sorry, what?" I manage to stutter out. Greta he probably thinks I'm a freak.

"I was just asking if you were alright." He replies in the sexiest voice I have ever heard. He has one of those voices you can listen to all day and never get tired of it.

"Um, ya I'm- I'm okay. Sorry I'm not very coordinated. I tend to fall a lot, always have. Ever since I was a kid. A lot of times I trip over nothing. Oh god I'm rambling. I do that too sometimes, especially when I'm nervous. You probably think there's something wrong with me. I promise there's not. Okay I'm going to shut up now." I ramble out feeling like an idiot. I notice that his hands have left my waist sometime during my speech and it saddens me.

"It's okay, you have a pretty voice." He says while blushing and looking at his shoes. Oh my god! He's so hot!

"Thanks." I squeak out while trying to control my inner fan girl.

"I was just coming out to get some air and saw you out here so I thought I would introduce myself. I'm Edward Cullen." He says and sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"Isabella Swan, Bella for short. Nice to meet you Edward." I say and shake his hand. As soon as our hands touch I feel some sort of shock run up my arm. It's not a bad feeling, it's actually nice. When he lets go, I feel a loss that I can't explain.

From inside Alice's bathroom I hear a high pitch squeal. "I should go back inside before Alice comes out and murders me. She's a bit bi-polar today."

He chuckles and looks down. "Well I'll see you at the wedding I guess. Um, save me a dance?" he asks blushing again.

"Definitely." I smile and turn back towards the house.

The squeal came from Alice who is currently spinning in front of her mirror. She looks amazing. Her dress fits her petite frame perfectly. She's smiling so big, I'm afraid she'll stretch her face out. Rosalie and I share a smile. I'm not sure what's better, the fact that Alice is so happy or that we survived bridezilla.

Alice meets my eyes in the mirror. Hers are glassy, but there are no tears. She reaches out for mine and Rosalie's hands and we stand in front of the mirror together. "I'm getting married."

EPOV

I stand there on the terrace frozen to the spot. I'm such an idiot. I meet the most gorgeous girl and I become a blushing stuttering mess. She probably thinks I'm stupid.

I needed to get away from Jasper and his hysterics so I stepped out to get some air. I mean jeeze, she already agreed to marry him, what the hell is he so afraid of? Imagine my surprise when I walk out the door and see an angel. Okay I'm exaggerating, she didn't have a halo. But she is the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her luscious chocolate-brown hair reached her mid back and had soft waves. The blue dress she wearing reached just below the knee and accentuated her curves. The matching high heels made her legs seem miles long.

I cleared my throat to get her attention and when she spun around I just about died. Her side bangs framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a deep chocolate-brown. I'm usually not a fan of brown eyes, but hers were so expressive, like I could see what she was feeling. She was surprised, that much I could tell.

I was about to apologize when she lost her footing and started to fall. I did what any gentleman win my place would do, and caught her before she could fall. I put my hands on her waist and steadied her. What I didn't expect was how right she would feel in my arms. She felt so soft and fragile. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let go. Whoa man, slow down. You don't even know her name. I reminded myself.

I made sure she was okay before introducing myself. Bella, beautiful. When she shook my hand I felt a spark. I pulled my hand back in surprise, and felt sad once our connection was lost.

I heard someone shriek from inside the house and Bella excused herself. I asked her to save a dance for me, hoping I didn't sound like a lost puppy, and did a mental fist pump when she agreed. She gave me one last sweet smile before walking into the house. I tried not to stare at her ass, I really did. Okay I didn't try that hard. But it was so perfect how could I not?

I was brought out of my Bella induced haze by a hand clamping on my shoulder. "Jasper's having a pussy fit again." I sighed in frustration at the way my cousin Jasper was acting. I turned and followed Emmett into the room Jazz was sent to to get ready. Emmett is Jasper's best friend and quickly becoming one of mine. I barely know anything about the guy and I love him. In a totally non-creepy brotherly sort of way.

When I saw Jasper I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud. Jasper quickly spun away from the mirror he was at doing his hair to glare at me. "This isn't funny you douche! There is nothing about this that is funny! You try getting married and see how it feels!" he yelled at me, borderline hysterically, while waving the can of hairspray at me. He took a deep breath and swivels back to continue spraying the greased mop on his head he calls hair.

"What the fuck is wrong with your hair man?" Emmett asks, saying exactly what I was thinking. It looked like he had dipped it in dirty car oil.

"It's some hair gel or shit. I found it under the counter." Jasper snaps back, biting his tongue, deeply concentrating on a stubborn piece of hair. "It's on the workbench over there."

Okay, you're probably wondering what a workbench is doing in a bathroom. The thing is, Mr. and Mrs. Brandon set up a mirror in the garage next to the sink and told Jasper that was where he was to get ready. My first thought was, how the fuck is he going to make himself presentable for his wedding in a damn garage? That was until I saw the garage. Mr. and Mrs. Brandon are quite rich, so their idea of a garage is a 400 square foot separate structure complete with a toilet, Jacuzzi and vanity station. There are only two cars stored inside this garage and both are at least 60 years old and have been completely overhauled.

I walk over to the workbench that Jazz has pointed out and pick up the hair gel he used. My eyes widen and I almost drop the can. Emmett is watching and I discreetly wave him over. He gives me a confused look, but comes over anyway. I hand him the can and watch as his mouth falls open. "Uh Jazz, come here for a sec."

"What Em, I'm kind of busy!" I can't believe he's still trying to tame that piece of hair.

"Get the fuck over here!" Emmett demands. Jasper huffs and jogs over here, careful not to wrinkle his suit. "Is this the gel you used?"

"Ya, why? Emmett I don't have time for this."

"Jasper man, look at the can again." I say carefully. He grabs the can with a roll of his eyes and looks at it a minute. His brows furrow and he drops the can in shock.

"Oh shit! Oh, no no no! This can't be happening! Fuck, what do I do?" he screams looking at me.

"Uhh I don't know! Wash it out?" I stutter out.

"I won't have time to shower! Em come here. Help me wash it out in the sink! Don't get the suit wet!" Emmett hurries over to help Jazz and I pick up the can. Motor oil. Bet next time he'll look at the labels.

Twenty minutes later, the three of us are standing in front of the full length mirror Mrs. Brandon had put in the garage. Jasper's hair is finally clean and in his usual curly style, reaching just below his ears. He wanted to gel it properly this time but Emmett convinced him to leave it so we could avoid another motor oil incident. All of our suits are black and wrinkle free. Jasper's wearing a smile I haven't seen since the day he had first met Alice. As scared and nervous as he is, I know that this is what he wants. He's never wanted anything so bad. They are complete opposites, but I think that's why they're so good together.

Jasper meets my eyes in the mirror and I nod to him. His smile grows impossibly wider and he lets out a laugh. "I'm getting married."

I got the idea for this story while I was supposed to be cleaning the house (weird right?) and I had to write it down. So the first chapter is done, but unfortunately the house is not clean… Oh well. Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow, right? Anyway, leave me some love and review :3