Right wedding time! In advance, I'l like to apologize for any inaccuracies there are in the wedding. I've never been invited to one, can't imagine why, and I can't think of a single movie, series, or play that has a wedding in it that can give me a rough idea of what to do. No, that's not entirely true. The only wedding I can think of is the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones, and that isn't the kind of thing I want happening at all. If anyone is reading the books, do not Google Red Wedding, it is one of the biggest spoilers of the whole book.

I've finally, finally, finished this giant agonizing pain in the arse of a story. I just finished the epilogue about 5 minutes back. What do you guys think of a sequel? Though it's not really a sequel, more of a mini series, kinda like a thank you and a reward for the readers that have stuck with this story since the very very beginning, which was what, at least two years ago? Shit, has it really been that long? People have written and published proper, better books in lesser time.


Throb... throb... throb... throb... throb...

Jesus, what the crap happened last night? Shots... more shots... more shots... some girl... a bit more drinks. Oh right, that explains the pain.

"She looks like a drunken angel."

"Really? Because I was thinkin' passed out hobo."

"I am conscious you know." I rolled over and found Jasper and Alice staring at me. "You know, if you both are a couple of inches closer that's a great way to scare the crap out of someone whose just woken up."

"Oh darlin' you wake up lookin' like that and you'll scare the crap out of anyone." Jasper told me.

"Well... thanks for that, I feel even more better than I do already."

"You don't look like it, you look like someone hit you with a shovel, buried you, dug you up an hour later then rolled you through a bush." It was nice that Alice was throwing in her two cents on the matter.

"Don't I feel special, you said that with so much love." I yawned and stretched. "Right, anything interesting happening today or can I go back to sleep?"

"It's the rehearsal today in two hours; you've been asleep for over 13 hours." She sounded so disapproving, I kinda felt like a child being told off.

"It's not my fault we got in at 2 in the morning, it's not my fault we were so drunk I'm pretty sure we left Toby in a pub somewhere, and it's not my fault I'm late for the rehearsal."

"You're not givin' yourself a good case, Bella." Jasper informed me.

"I know." I sighed. "Why do I have to go to this thing anyway, I'm not the bride or groom."

"No, but you are the best man and at the reception you have to make a speech." My eyes widened. Ah shit, I knew there was something I had to do. "You haven't done it have you?" Alice didn't sound that surprised. I shook my head. "Jesus Bella, it was the one thing you had to do. Do you think you can throw a quick speech in an hour?"

"No." I said simply. It was the truth, I would have trouble getting it done sober without the hangover so there wasn't a hope in hell I'd get one done now. "Wake me up in an hour." I rolled over and tried to settle in the tiny ass couch.

"Rose, she's not gettin' up."

I heard a sigh. "Get the bucket."


Ice cold, fucking freezing water was poured over me. I jolted up and off the couch, shivering and probably looking like a hungover drowned cat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Before I could complain further Rose was suddenly inches away from me. Oh shit.

"Today is my wedding," I wanted to correct her but I just knew that would end badly for me. "And you are not going to ruin it. You are going to get your alcohol soaked ass dressed, looking presentable and able to string a coherent sentence together, do you think you're capable of that?" I nodded, albeit shakily. "Good, now hurry up." She stormed off into her room.

Jasper let out a low whistle. "I don't think I've ever seen Rose that... that..."

"Angry?" Alice supplied.

"No... determined fits somewhat more."

"Shut up you two." I bit out. "I'm getting dressed."

"Yes, better do what Rose tells you before she shouts at you again." Alice snickered. I laughed mockingly and went to grab a clean set of clothes. I brushed my teeth instead of the usual washing my mouth out with whiskey after a night of drinking, then ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it before spraying myself with some Lynx.

"You're not wearing that." I didn't even have my second foot out the bathroom before Rose zeroed in on me. I looked down at myself and didn't see anything wrong; the new shirt I bought, a pair of black jeans – not ripped – and a pair of socks that had a hole in it. I wonder who took off my shoes, and my jacket for that matter.

"What's wrong with it?"

"You look like one of the waiters." She pushed me back in the bathroom. "Change."

"Rose, I say this as a friend," I took both her hands in mine. "You're acting like a crazy bitch. Calm down. Tomorrow is your wedding day and I promise you it is going to be perfect and you're going to look beautiful. I can look a little scruffy since it's the rehearsal today but tomorrow I'll be presentable, promise." I dropped her hands and walked to the couch, collecting my jacket from over the back of it and shrugged myself into it. "Are we ready to go?" I found my shoes and began lacing them up. "Cause I heard it was going to rain and I don't want this shirt to be anymore see through."

"I can already see your bra Bella, I don't think it matters." Jasper pointed out as he passed me. I looked down myself and yes, you could see my black bra quite clearly.

"I won't wear one tomorrow, problem solved."

"Oh great, that's all we need," Rose's calmness had obviously worn off. "You up there while everyone sees your nipples staring back at them."

"What did we say about calming down? I'll have a bra on and have my jacket buttoned up, no one will see anything inappropriate." I muttered crazy bitch under my breath. "Come on, drag Em out from his hiding place and let's go."

"Hey, I've got a question," I started as we got on the subway to head down to East Village where the venue was. "Are all women this fucking crazy when it comes to their weddings?"

"Yes, that's what happens as soon as the ring is on their finger." Jasper sat down next to me. "Don't worry, you'll be like this when you get married." I burst out laughing. Holy shit, the thought of me getting married to anything was fucking laughable. Clearly.

"Sure, I'll get married when the South gladly welcome homos with open arms, and we all know that's never gonna happen."

"Do you always have to tell stereotypical jokes?" Alice wondered.

"Yea, cause it's the easiest way of getting a cheap laugh."

"And when no one laughs?" I pursed my lips before I huffed and rolled my eyes. "That's what I thought."


"I am so pissed at you, Bella." Rose threw her purse on the couch as we came back from the not so well rehearsal. She glared at me. "You had weeks, weeks, to write a short speech and you haven't even started!"

"I'm sorry okay? It slipped my mind." I tried to defend myself but she cut me off before I could continue.

"Oh yes, between your very hectic life of sleeping with any woman and getting drunk I can understand why it 'slipped' your mind. For god sake Bella, grow up!" Then she stormed into her room with Em following her, looking apologetic at me. That wasn't the worst thing she's said to me but it's up there. I huffed out a sigh and took off my jacket, throwing it over the arm of the couch.

"Right, well, I'm gonna go out for awhile." I headed for the door.

"Oh Bella, come on. Don't let Rose get to you." Alice reached for my arm. I looked down at her hand then to her face. This is the first time she's touched me, skin to skin, willingly since the whole Tanya thing.

"I've got thicker skin than that, plus do you think this is the first time she's said something negative to me, about me?" I smiled slightly. "I'm just going outside to smoke since my smoking step is not allowed anymore." A week earlier the guy who owned the apartment block found me on my smoking step and tore me a new one. I shrugged Alice's hand off me, which hurt cause that touch was probably a one off thing, and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

I heaved a sigh as I fell back on a bench in James walker park and pulled out my half empty packet of cigarettes. I haven't touched these since the smoking step incident. I got a few dirty looks thrown at me from people walking passed me, some even coughing exaggeratedly but all I did in responses was roll my eyes. You know who else had anti smoking laws? Hitler... yea, think of that when you're about to stop me from smoking in a car. I stubbed out my cigarette and sighed. Hopefully when the wedding is over everything will calm down... hopefully.

Wedding day.

"Come on everyone, get in the car. Rose will have my left nut if we arrive after her." Em looked... hell, the boy looked good. The classic black tux looked great on him but Em was Em so his tie had balls and chains on it. I'm positive Rose doesn't know he's wearing that cause I can't see her agreeing to it. Chuckling, I tied up my Converses and grabbed my jacket or blazer as Alice corrected me.

"Rose is going to tear off your arm and beat you with it when she sees you wearin' jeans." Jasper told me while he was adjusting his cummerbund. I was glad that Alice dragged Rose to her place to get her and the other bridesmaids ready.

"Ah, yes, but here's my theory; she'll be so deliriously happy that her wedding day is here she won't notice what I'm wearing. All she'll see is Em walking towards her via aisle." I thought it was a good idea but Jasper disagreed, obviously.

"Bella, you do know that will never work in a hundred years?"

"Ugh, pessimistic. Okay hubby to be, lets go." I patted him on the shoulder as I passed. Jasper and Mikey were his ushers and both had matching navy ties, something to do with the colour scheme, while I had none, only having my nails painted blue to match. We climbed into Em's Jeep, which he rarely used, and headed to Middle church. When they decided on a church I was quite surprised since I don't think neither of them have stepped a foot into a church, at least since childhood.

"You ready to get married, bear man? One woman, rest of your life, mortgage with 2.5 kids?" I was trying to get the sleeves of Jasper's shirt under my jacket but it didn't want to cooperate with me.

"Are you trying to talk me out of marrying Rose?" Em glanced over at me. I snorted.

"Of course not, I'm the one that has to tackle you if you do a runner down the aisle, best man duty and all."

"Jesus Bella, stop while you're ahead." Jasper leaned over from the back seat. "Shouldn't you be drivin'? It's not right for the groom to be driving to his own weddin'. Does that not fall into your best man duties?"

"Nope. Hell, I'm pretty sure the groom deserves a car with a chauffeur, not just the bride."

"It doesn't matter," Em shrugged, grinning at the wind shield. "She can have anything she wants today; she'll make it up to me tonight." Then that dimple popped out.

"Yea, of course she will." I rolled my eyes. "Where are you taking her exactly for the honeymoon?"

"Ma and pop have a cabin in the woods in Tennessee."

"Wow, you're going to drag your newly wedded wife out to the middle of some woods to have some dirty, kinky outdoor sex. I bet that cabin has a bear skin rug in front of a roaring fire."

"It's sheep skin if you must know."

"Jesus, I think that's worse." Em stopped the car opposite the church. "She'll love it Em, trust me." We walked into the church and it seemed we weren't as late as we thought we were, only half the guests appeared to be here.

"How do I look?" Em looked nervous for the first time this day. The other guys wandered off to say hellos I guess and I turned to look him over. Shiny shoes, freshly pressed suit, crisp white shirt that was either hardly worn or brand new and his hair was neatly combed back. I smiled and straightened his tie.

"I'd marry ya. Rose's a lucky girl but remember, if you ever hurt her I'll have to chop your balls off... though I'm pretty sure she wouldn't need any help with that." I reached up and kissed his cheek. "Tell papa bear I said hi, I'm going to the restroom." Papa bear AKA Em's dad was Em thirty years later, attitude and everything. He was the spitting image of him and I'm sure the mother wasn't in the equation when Em came about. I turned but stopped short. "Do churches have bathrooms?" Em laughed and pointed to the back. I muttered a thanks and headed in the directions, still not 100% sure where it is.

I was washing my hands when the door opened and someone ran into me. "Whoa, easy now."

"Forgive me, I not see you there." That unmistakable fucking Russian accent hit my ears. I took a step back and glared at her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed.

"I am here for Rosalie's wedding. How are you?" Tanya smiled like we were the best of friends. BFF with the big fucking bitch... BFF with the BFB. That made me chuckle.

"How am I... I have the weirdest urge to tear out your fucking hair, how about you?" I smiled tightly.

"There's no need for the violence." She reached out to touch my arm but I quickly sidestepped her.

"Don't come near me. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, stay the fuck away from me." I slammed the door behind me shut and searched for Em. I found him talking to Rose's mother. "Hey Em, can I talk to you for a second? Hello Mrs. Hale." I smiled politely to the stuck up bitch. She came from money then married very well and now thinks she owns the world and God is her butler. Mr. Hale... I don't think I've actually ever met him, all I know is that he's a plastic surgeon or an architect or something, but I know he tears stuff down then rebuilds them ten times better. All in all, how Rose didn't turn out like her bitch of a mother and, what I suspect, spineless father I'll never know, but eternally grateful along with everyone else.

"Beatrice." Every times we've met she's mispronounced my name and I've been getting increasingly pissed off about it.

"If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Hale." I followed him around a corner. "What's the matter?"

"What the hell is Tanya the Russian whore doing here? Isn't she suppose to burst into flames when she steps into a church?"

"I didn't know she was showing up, I didn't do the invitations."

"Did you do anything in this wedding, your wedding? Clothes, decorations, transport, venue, reception venue, any of the guests?"

"We both agreed on the venues and I had majority sway over the food, with my background and job."

"Ah, okay. Those are the only two things that are important, the rest is pretty much padding."

"Bella," Em placed his hands on my shoulders. "Whoever you end up with will be a remarkable person, especially if she or he can deal with your crap." He grinned at me. "Come on, my wedding's about to start."

"Brilliant, Rose's finally going to make an honest man out of you. I'll see you in a minute." Em grinned at me before jogging down the aisle. I walked outside and the sight of Rose and her father coming out the car greeted me. I smiled and walked down the steps.

"You've never looked more beautiful Rose, and I've seen you naked. Hello Mr. Hale." The first thing he's ever heard out of my mouth is I've seen his daughter naked. If it was Mrs stuck up bitch who heard it her head would probably explode. My eyes slid passed Rose to the car she arrived in. "Oh my god, is that a Hudson?" I practically humped the car as I ran my fingertips across the hood. It was a beautiful hunter green 1936 Hudson, otherwise known as Godfather car to me.

"Do you want me to leave you alone so you can try and make my car pregnant?" Rose's voice tore me from my haze.

"Sorry. I don't know shit about cars but this is a beauty." Another car pulled up behind Rose's car – less extravagant – and the right side door opened. Some pretty redhead, not as pretty as Rose of course cause that's how it works right? No one should be more beautiful than the bride. I think her name was Daisy or Lilac or Rain, some hippy name anyway. Another women stepped out the car, Latino I think, very va va voom in the Megan Fox way; sexy but looks very unapproachable and probably a giant bitch. Seriously how come I haven't met these people til today? Then to round it off, Alice stepped out; two bridesmaids and the head bridesmaid to match the ushers and me, god forbid if they mismatch. I stepped around Rose, minding the train and helped Alice out. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you." She released my hand and smoothed her dress down. I didn't know if she was thanking me for the compliment or for helping her out, maybe both, maybe I was that lucky today. "And you look... what's wrong with your sleeves?"

I looked down myself and saw that both the sleeves of my shirt where sticking out of the ends of my jacket. I sighed. "They won't cooperate with me, I was thinking of just cutting them off and be done with it." I held out my arm which she took and walked back into the church, the rest already inside.

"It's not difficult." She smiled at me as she removed her hand from my arm, then began rolling them up, tucking the end over the bottom of my jacket sleeves. "There, perfect. Though... can I?" She gestured to my hair and I bowed my head slightly so she could reach it all. "You could have done something with your hair, even a ponytail." Alice gave me a sort of side parting so most of my hair fell over my left shoulder. "I've never noticed that scar before." She lightly touched the small scar I had on my right temple. It was so light now that you wouldn't notice it unless you knew it was there. I gained that lovely little reminder while with... can you guess? I'll give you a hint, female and first girlfriend? Yup that's right; Kate. Ten points to you.

"Bella, Alice, glad I got you before the wedding starts." Rose appeared out of nowhere. She really has to stop doing that. "Peter and Charlotte haven't showed up and they both were suppose to do a reading. Can you both do it, please?" She handed me a folded note.

"What the hell, is Peter dead or something? I've barely seen him except for the Stag night." I took the piece of paper from her hand and unfolded it, quickly skimping through it.

"Unless he'd died in the last 12 hours, I'm sure he's still breathing."

"Okay, I'll check in on him after everything's done today, make sure dogs aren't eating his dead body lying on the floor of his bathroom." Both Alice and Rose looked at me oddly. "What? Bad imagining? Oh forget it. Whose suppose to read what?" I handed the paper back to Rose.

"It is highlighted, how more clear am I suppose to make it?" She pushed it back into my hands.

"Yes, I got that, but what colour am I, yellow or blue?"

"Blue, now can we get on with it? I want to get married sometime today." She huffed.

I smiled and leaned forward, kissing her on the cheek. "Emmett is either a very brave man or an insanely stupid boy to be married to your craziness and bossiness." I heard the music start up and the other guys found their bridesmaids, getting into position. First Mikey and hippy name, then Jasper and Latino Megan Fox and then me and Alice. I offered my arm to her again, which she took with a smile and we walked down the aisle. Hmm, well if this didn't freak me out a tiny bit. I leaned down to Alice's ear. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd take you down the aisle. Maybe we should get hitched?" Alice's head whipped round to me, stumbling slightly, with wide eyes. I barked out a laugh. "I'm kidding. Never knew the thought of marrying me would be so horrific." Before she could come over her shock and say something, we came to the end of the aisle and gently removed her hand from my arm. I inclined my head slightly to her and smirked before sitting next to Jasper in the front row, who shot me a sidewards glance. I subtly shook my head, telling him not to bother going into it.

The music faded out and then the violins started up and everyone stood up. Twenty seconds later, which I think was a little bit more delayed that it should have been, Rose stepped onto the aisle with father dearest at her side. Let's see if the boring fashion bullshit Jasper's tried to drum into my head all these years takes effect. From what I could see, Rose was wearing a... some designer's dress, ivory, strapless and had quite a small trail. Her hair was piled on top of her head, a few strands strategically left to fall down, while her make-up was of dark eyelashes and blood red lipstick that contrasted with her blonde hair and white dress. Mr. Hale handed Rose to Em – it's a short aisle – then took his seat next to Mrs. stuck up bitch, after the reverend asked who gives this woman. The reverend introduced himself – Clover – which I thought was a bit weird since I've never heard one of them do that, then told us why we're here, as if we were all stupid not to understand.

"Now for this part of the ceremony I'd like to call forward your friends here who have some words they'd like to share with you. Toby?"

Toby stood up from the fourth row on Em's side, I think he was on that side because of his relation with his sister who was association with me and I was Em's best man, wearing a blue suit with the usual white shirt and a burgundy tie already undone. He smiled at the both of them before pulling out a slightly crumpled piece of fold paper.

"Maybe, we are suppose to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. Maybe, it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives. Maybe, the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Maybe, the best kind of love is the kind you can sit on a sofa together and never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. Maybe, you shouldn't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Maybe, you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trails to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy. Maybe... maybe love is not about finding the perfect person, it's about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." I heard him clear his throat and smile again at the couple before sitting back down.

"That was lovely, Toby. Russell, may you read yours now?"

Since Russell wasn't an usher, Em thought it was fair to make it up to him by letting him read a little poem or whatever he was going to read. He stood up, his normally untidy chestnut hair brushed back, holding a small piece of paper that looked like he tore from a notepad.

"I'm very happy for you two and Rosalie, Emmett thought this was a good poem so be angry at him." He looked slightly uncomfortable in his jacket, obviously hired since I've never ever seen him in a suit... don't think he's even been near one since he got that one. "Beyond watching eyes with sweet and tender kisses, our souls reached out to each other, in breathless wonder. And when I awoke, from a vast and smiling peace, I found you bathed in morning light, quietly studying all the messages on my phone."

I burst out laughing and could only stop when I bit down on my knuckles. I apologized and calmed myself down. Russell was grinning at me as he sat down.

"That was... lovely, Russell. Our last reading for the day is by Bella and Alice."

I stood up, pulling down my jacket, trying to get comfortable in it, and took out the page from my inner pocket. Yea, it's that posh. I passed the paper to Alice, when she stood next to me, for her to read the first line.

"When I'm feeling like there's no love coming to me," She passed it back to me.

"And I have no love to give." I held it out in front of us since the passing back and forth was going to look stupid.

"When I'm feeling separated from the world," She recited.

"And cut off from myself." I replied.

"When I'm feeling annoyed by every little thing,"

"Because I'm not getting what I want." What the fuck?

"I'll remember there is an infinite amount of love available to me."

"And I'll see it in you."

"I'll remember that I am complete within myself,"

"So I'll never have to go to you to complete me."

"And most of all, I'll remember that everything I really need I already have, and whatever I don't have will come to me when I'm ready to receive it." We both said the last sentence together. There was silence that bounced off the church's walls after the last word left our mouths. I roughly pushed the paper back into my pocket and sat back down beside Jasper. He looked at me then patted me on the knee, leaning in so no one else could hear, whispering that everything was going to be fine.

"Yes, well..." Clover looked quite awkward. "Thank you for that. This part of the ceremony will consists of the couple reading vows which they have written themselves. Rosalie, may you read yours first?"

When she started she didn't take out a piece of paper like everyone else, which isn't really surprising since she's got a memory like... I don't know, two elephants. "I can never express the gratitude I have for you for believing in me. When I experienced self doubt you were there to help me push through and reach my goal. I hope whenever you will or have experienced doubt I was there to help you through it and encouraged you to carry on. People thought we wouldn't last, that we were too different to have anything in common. I'm glad we proved them wrong. Emmett, thank you. Thank you for the happiness you've given me since the day we met."

Clover only smiled at her. "Emmett, your turn."

Em, completely different to Rose's way, checked in his pockets, pulling out what looked like a bottle cap, a Q tip and... was that an army guy figurine?

"Here it is!" He held a very crumpled looking and slightly torn around the edges scrap paper in the air, looking proud of himself. "Right, where am I... Rose, I love you. I don't have fancy poetic words to offer you or wealth beyond your wildest dreams, but what I can offer you is a long and happy life with me, filled with as many children as you want. It might not be a lot to most people but as long as I share all those experiences with you, it'll be more than I could ever ask for and I'd surely be the most luckiest and richest man in the world." He pocketed his speech and grinned at Rose.

"May the bearer of the rings bring them forth?" Every eye in the church turned to me and Alice. I felt a flash of panic go through me as I searched blindly through my pockets. Alice gave Rose's ring to Clover while I was still looking. I stood up and found the rings in my back pocket. I smiled in relief and handed it to Clover who gave it to Em. "Emmett, place this ring on Rosalie's fourth finger of her left hand and repeat after me. With this ring I thee wed,"

"With this ring I thee wed," He was positively beaming now.

"And with it I bestow all of the treasures of my mind, heart and hands." Em repeated all and slid the ring on Rose's finger. Clover gave Rose the other ring and she repeated what he said. "With the power invested in me and the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He didn't have to say the words, cause them two were tongue banging like they were going for gold medal.

"Jesus. I bet that cabin in Tennessee is going to be destroyed when they're through with it." I whispered into Jasper's ear. He smiled in agreement. The entire church stood and applauded as now Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy walked back down the aisle to their Godfather car to drive to the reception.


I'm not the best at writing sappy, sentimental stuff... love, to be honest. I'm just wondering, can anyone name the three readings? Toby's, Russell's, and Bella and Alice's? And no Google cheating.

Come on people, we're 6 reviews shy of 100. How about, 100th reviewer can suggest a scene or just a line of dialogue and I'll try with all my might to find a place and put it in?

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