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Loch Ness Monster

Summary:
I believe that every teenage girl feels like a freak at some point on the road to adulthood. I, however, am a real freak. Nessie's story. Loch Ness Monster


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6. There's Only One Person I Would Even Consider Doing This For

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1474   Review this Chapter

“I think you’re the only straight guy in here,” Bella nudged my arm with a mockingly impressed tone.

I nodded, refusing to look around. I had never been in such a peculiar place. There were women of varying ages and fabrics of varying textures everywhere. It was like some other universe.

“Just see what it looks like on you!” Alice was demanding, her voice an octave higher than it usually was.

“Why?! I don’t like it. It’s ridiculous,” Carlie sighed, already exhausted.

She had enlisted Bella and I to come along to Alice’s mandated Prom Dress shopping event. We were waiting in silk upholstered chairs before a wall of mirrors and pedestals. She’d hoped that with three apathetic companions, Alice might give up and let Carlie get her dress on her own.

“Because you didn’t even give it a chance, now get out there!” Alice insisted.

She wasn’t having much luck.

“Geez,” Bella’s eyes went wide when she saw her immerging from the boutique’s changing room. Mine did too, but that was normal.

“I know,” Carlie sighed. The dress was pink—very pink—like Pepto-Bismol, with little multicolored gems coloring it. She had to pick it up in order to walk, because it was so full. It was a little outlandish, and on anyone else, it probably would have been ugly, but on Carlie…well, nothing could look bad on Carlie.

She impatiently stood up on the stand in from of the three mirrors, encircling her, “Yep. I look like a birthday cake.”

“It’s a Heidi Weisel original, Nessie,” Alice put her hands on her hips.

“Seriously,” she turned to me, ignoring Alice completely, “Make a wish and blow me out.”

I laughed, amused by her wit, as I always was. Bella got up and stood behind her in the mirror. “It is a little overdone, Alice. Maybe something more subtle?”

“But it’s one of a kind,” Alice looked at her like she had suggested Carlie wear a sack to Prom.

“Can I get changed now?” Carlie sighed.

“Of course, hon,” Bella smiled. “We’ll keep Alice out here. Try on whatever you want.”

“Isabella!” Alice’s eyes grew wide.

“Alice,” Bella spoke like she was addressing a small child. Carlie took the opportunity to reenter the changing room. “We’ve talked about this. Whose prom is it?”

Alice gave a heavy sigh, “But—“

“Eh, eh, eh,” she held up a finger. “Whose prom is it?”

“But she’s not being—“

“Alice! Whose prom is it?”

Alice closed her eyes and clenched her fists, “Nessie’s prom.”

“That’s right. Nessie’s prom,” she linked arms with Alice and led her to the chair next to hers.

Reluctantly, Alice sat, crossing her legs and arms like a small child. I smiled, “This is really painful for you, isn’t it?”

No answer.

“Geez,” I shook my head.

“She’ll be fine,” Bella smiled.

“You guys ready?” Carlie called from the changing room.

“Yeah, let’s see,” she answered.

Carlie emerged in a crème colored strapless dress with a beaded top and simple bottom. She was stunning. “Well,” she did a little turn, “What do you think?”

Her hair was up in a simple bun, messy and chaotic. The wisps of amber framed her face with perfection. Her eyes shown brilliantly, and her smile sang.

“Beautiful,” I barely whispered.

“The dress, dog,” Alice grumbled, too low for Carlie to hear.

Bella tilted her head to the side, as Carlie stepped up on the pedestal again. “I don’t know; don’t you think it looks a little…bridal?”

“No,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “I mean, a little, I guess. But…it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Oh, it’s very pretty,” her mother shrugged. “What do you think, Jake? Waiting for her to walk down the aisle?”

Alice coughed out a little laugh at the obvious answer to her question. I ignored her, “I think if Carlie likes it, then our search is over.”

Bella sighed, “All right, well, why don’t you go try on another option, maybe something a little less white wedding, and then we’ll go from there.”

“Whatever,” she shrugged and made her way back to the tiny, secluded room.

“Well, aren’t you helpful,” Bella shook her head at me, once Carlie was gone.

“She looked nice,” I shrugged.

“He can’t say no to her, Bella,” Alice smiled smugly.

“Hey,” I pointed to her. “I can too…you know, if she wants me to.”

They both laughed at that. It had become easier as the years went by to joke about the whole imprinting deal. Of course, Carlie had no idea, as Bella and Edward had decided that they wanted her to be able to choose for herself who she was to be with. I don’t think they totally understood imprinting, though, because I could never prohibit her from making her own decision about anything. I would do whatever made her happy. If she was happy marrying someone else, raising lots of fat children, I’d be happy too—no question.

But ever since the Nahuel situation, the family had been a little pushy. They didn’t want her around anyone else, because they didn’t want her to be hurt. That was one thing I had over every other prospect: I would never, never hurt her. I was unable to.

But she was excited to go to prom with this Justin, so I was excited too. I think Bella had expected me to go all primal when I found out, but it didn’t work like that. I could never be angry with her—not that she ever did anything to try and make me.

“How ‘bout blue?” Carlie called. “Is that more acceptable?”

Alice smirked at Bella and called out, “Your mother loves blue, Nessie. Come on, out.”

I smiled, too. It felt like millennia had passed since Bella and Edward had been in a courting phase, and so odd that he had, at one point vanished from her life for her own good. But I still remembered one afternoon I was over her house and had discovered all Bella’s blue clothing pushed over to the far side of her closet. I’d asked about it and noticed that horribly pained expression on her face, telling me it had something to do with the bloodsucker. I shook my head, so long ago.

Carlie appeared in a deep navy blue, simply elegant dress. There was little embellishment, but it wasn’t needed. Two straps came up and met behind her neck and the silky fabric flowed gently down to the floor.

“Wow,” Bella and I sighed together.

“You look very nice, Nessie,” Alice chirped, still a little bitter.

“She looks better than nice,” I wrinkled my brow.

“Aw, thanks, Jake,” Carlie blushed.

“Well, come on, let us see,” Bella motioned towards the pedestal. The dress moved languidly with her. She nodded to her daughter, “Yep. I think this is it.”

“Yeah?” Carlie looked at herself over her shoulder and smiled at her reflection. “You’re sure it’s not too…normal?”

“You don’t need the extras,” Bella shook her head. “I can’t think of one thing I would change.”

“Ditto,” I smiled.

“Let me see,” Alice got up and grabbed the tag sticking out of Carlie’s dress. “$200? $200, Nessie?! Really?!”

Guilt flushed her features, “Oh, God, that is a lot, isn’t it?”

Bella chucked, “She thinks it’s too cheap, Renesmee.”’

“What?” Carlie’s eyes grew wide. “It’s $200!”

Alice shook her head in agony and sat back down, her head in her hands, “I had such high hopes for you, Renesmee.” I let out a low growl, to which Alice shot me a distinct glare.

“I think it’s perfect,” Bella smiled. “But that’s not important. What do you think, hon?”

“I really like it,” she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips. “I really like it,” she repeated, quieter, almost to herself.

“Then, that’s it!” I stood and moved over to her. “That’s the dress. We can get out of here!”

Carlie laughed, “I’m sorry. This must’ve been torture for you, Jake. I’ll change, and we’ll get out of here.”

I smiled and watched her move for the last time into the changing room. It should have been torture; I knew that. For any other male teenage werewolf, it would have been horrible. But, for me, it was incredible to be a part of such a process, be it tiring and monotonous in the minutes when I was separated from Carlie. I was honored to have experienced it.