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Self-insertion. Just so you know. Edward/Bella, though. Read and review! I have eight chapters written, but I'm overscheduled and easily distracted, so you'll have to bear with me. Thanks to my beta, Katherine!

11. Laughing Liberties

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Edward cautiously re-enters. “Hello. May I speak to both of you?”

“Yes,” we answer, and laugh again.

He stiffly sits. A long pause falls. Our sudden camaraderie is destroyed.

At last, Edward speaks. “It is unfair of me, but I would rather you go… I am sorry.”

“Don’t be dumb, Edward. Let her stay. What harm can it do?”

He seems totally shocked. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”

I scoff in the back of my throat. She and I exchange a potent glance. “Honestly. Well, love, you just have to realize I’m not quite that fragile. I have everything I could ever want—I have you. Am I honestly expected to begrudge her a wedding invitation?”

“Bella wants me here,” she adds.


He looks grimly at me.

“Edward, don’t say whatever it is that you’re thinking. Please. I’m really not going to throw myself off a bridge because you slept with another woman before we were even married.”


“Yes, no actual sleeping happened. Shut up.” I smile, to let him know this last is a joke. “In all honesty, I’d rather she was here, because it’s going to make me feel a little less awful about having you.”

“And I’d like to stay. One last time.”

He groans. “Oh, all right.”

“Very gracious, love. You’re quite the gentleman today, you know that?”

“He’s only rude when it comes to you. Anyone else and he’s quite kind, but to protect you from any kind of harm he’ll put those turn of the century manners aside for.”

“I know. I’m not that delicate. He’s so…”

“Overprotective? I know. It took me ages to get him to… er…”

“Yes, no need to go into detail.”

We both laugh, and she smiles as if she’d blush as a human.

“I am still here,” Edward interjects, rather sulkily.

“Yes,” I reply. “No one ever said you weren’t.”

He grumbles and leaves.

“It’s not his fault…”

“I know. He feels so bad. I feel pretty terrible myself… I wish I’d never…”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not your fault.”

She smiles. “Thanks.”

“Well, tell me, do you want to help plan a wedding? Since that’s all Alice lets me do…”

“Yeah. Sounds like fun.”

“Until you’ve been doing it continuously for five months.”

Alice bounds through the door. “Someone mentioned wedding planning? Oh, hi, mistress chick.”

“Well, I don’t know her name, and she’s not going to tell me, so I figured I’d give her a nickname.”

“Rude much!” I reply.

My new friend smiles. “Alice, I’ve heard a lot about you. And I don’t really care what you call me… I think we’ll be friends.”

“Well, I KNOW we’ll be friends. Bella needs more bridesmaids.”

“I doubt Eddie will be very pleased with that,” I add, “but I don’t mind.”

“Eddie?” she laughs.

“Yeah. I call him that when I’m irritated with him. As I am right now… he’s been rather a baby about this whole thing.”

“Immature much?” Alice teases.

“On both our parts. But hey, I’m only seventeen.”

“And he’s only a hundred and seven!”

All three of us laugh.

“So, bridesmaid?”


“Great. She can wear a dress just like mine and Rose’s. The three of us will look so pretty together!”


“I know, I’m weird! Yay!”

We laugh again. This is pleasant, effortless, like the friendship I once had with Jacob before that soured into something more. I am glad and more to have found it in this unlikeliest of situations.