DISCLAIMER: bows down to Stephenie Meyer We dont own any of the twilight characters, and if we did we wouldnt share anyway! (and that dog would be dead)

But the old lady IS OURS!! she even walks, well hobbles, around, with a tatoo of "© alice and edward cullen" printed all over her. SO DONT STEAL HER! growls protectivly

- Bella POV -

"Do you prefer napkin A, or napkin B?"

I rolled my eyes. Really, why did Alice think that it was necessary to waste money on overpriced napkins? It's not like they need them anyway, I sighed as I thought to myself. I was still a little annoyed that Alice had won and dragged Edward and I to the most frivolous shop in Seattle, 'Weddings for Eternity,' I laughed at the symbolic meaning.

As soon as we had entered the shop Alice had quickly shooed the manager away, who had looked at my glum face and left all too happily, and had assumed the role of shop assistant herself.

"Do you prefer napkin A, or napkin B?" she repeated, though this time a little more impatient She couldn't wait to move on to the napkin rings.

"Alice, be serious. They're exactly the same!"

"No, no, no, no! Can you not see the subtle differences in the trimming?"

I looked closer. And, as Alice had said, the colour slightly varied. Only slightly.

I sighed, "Alice, it honestly doesn't make any difference to me." The wedding was insignificant compared to what was to come. Besides, I couldn't see how a napkin could make any difference to what would be pure torture anyway.

"This could make or break the wedding! You don't want the guests to think that you – or I – have horrible taste, do you?" she questioned in horror.

I groaned and rolled my eyes for her benefit.

"Gosh, Alice. Talk about over the top! Maybe we should have gone to Las Vegas," I joked.

Alice turned to me with pleading eyes: "I can't remember this human experience. Please, Bella, for me?" Her eyes widened. That puppy dog look could melt anyone's heart.

"Impossible! You're just as bad a monster as Edward." I huffed, "Fine, napkin A."

Alice picked up napkin B, a wide smile playing on her face. "Are you sure? Are you really sure?"

Edward stared pointedly out the window. Only Alice could care that much about a napkin.

"Fine," I replied, "Napkin B."

Alice looked over both napkins critically. "Actually, maybe napkin A is the better choice" she murmured. "Hmmm..."

She paused, the napkin slipping through her fingers, her eyes far away from the present. Shock momentarily swept over Alice's pixie-like face.

"Are you now positively sure that the napkins are perfect, or will the guests run out screaming for the fashion police because the trimming isn't exactly the right gold?" I questioned sarcastically.

A wicked smile spread across her face. Edwards head snapped around to Alice, his black eyes hardening. He really should leave me alone to hunt more often.

Alice opened her mouth to say something.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself," he interrupted heatedly. A smirk flashed across his face as his eyes met mine and then he gained composure again as he turned back towards Alice. I could once again feel the frustration growing as they had one of their silent conversations.

I looked around confused, turning from Alice to Edward and then back again. Alice's face was alight with amusement, while Edwards face glowered. Once again, I found my self thinking, if looks could kill, because I was certainly sure that Edwards could.

A low growl emitted from his chest as Alice danced around the shop. Edwards fist clenched and unclenched as he watched Alice, who occasionally threw taunting smiles at him, as she enthusiastically collected the next lot of samples to show us.

He looked magnificent as his eyes drilled holes in the back of her head; I had never seen him so worked up before. I decided that I needed to break the silence before Edward really did kill.

"Why so much fuss over napkins?" I asked innocently.

An impish grin spread over her face, as she quickly glanced over to Edwards hard expression and then back to mine, "Napkin's, indeed!" she said wryly.

"Edwards just a little over sensitive to the fact that I saw you two –"

"– You're really getting a kick out of this Alice," he cut in defensively.

"Kick out of it? I'm definitely scarred for life!" She retorted, fighting back the urge to laugh.

Another low growl made his chest rumble, "I heard the midget convention is in town, why don't you go join them?" He snapped back.

I guess he was trying to distract Alice from her vision, but Edward wasn't getting away that easily. My patience had finally come to an end.

Apparently, Alice was thinking along those same lines too and wasn't going to let it go.

"I would think that after living in a house with three sexually active couples, for like the past century, that you would have picked up a few tips by now!" she laughed cruelly.

Suddenly everything clicked. The vision, Edward's reaction, and Alice's teasing. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as they turned a bright crimson.

Edward lurched himself at Alice, lips pulled back, teeth bared. They moved in a blur, Alice standing still as a statue, then suddenly, so fast that I couldn't see, slightly feinting to the side at the last moment, leaving Edward soaring through the air.

They both paused, cautiously, as they took in the shop surroundings.

"Temper, temper Edward" Alice smirked clicking her tongue.She then turned to face me, and I only blushed more furiously, "Don't judge him too harshly, Bella. It will only be his first time," her impish smile widening as she said it.

She reached up on tiptoes to ruffle Edward's hair: "Ooo I can't believe our little Eddie is growing up so fast!"

Edward growled, "Alice I'm warning you. I won't be so tolerant next time."

She shrugged and smiled sweetly. "I'm going shopping."


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