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How I Scored A Pound of Ganja in an Attempt to Get My Fiance the Perfect Wedding Present

Summary:
Bella tries to get Edward a creative gift for their wedding, but things don't go as smoothly as she hopes. Just for laughs!


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3. Chapter 3

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I waited outside "Butch's Butcher's" for a few minutes until the man from before, I assumed he was Butch, opened the door and let me in. I had my 500 dollars in my pocket and was giddy with excitement. "All right, kid," he moved behind the counter and pulled out a brown paper bag. "Your stuff's in here. Don't take it out until you get home, okay?"

I nodded, "Sure thing."

"Great," he grumbled and handed it to me. It felt lighter than I thought it would. "500?"

"Yeah," I held the bag with one hand and gave him the money with the other. "Thanks."

I watched him count it, then shove it into his own pocket. "Sure. Good doing business with you, kid. When you run out, feel free to come back."

I smiled, "Okay. Thanks again. Bye."

He gave a little salute as I was leaving. I hopped in my truck and placed the Pig's Blood on the passenger side of the car. I didn't want to look at it, because I knew the sight of human blood made me sick; I could only imagine animal blood would be worse. When I pulled up to Charlie's house, it was nearly ten, and I quickly scribbled Bella's Leftovers: DO NOT TOUCH on the brown bag and practically skipped inside. Charlie was downstairs watching TV when I got home. He watched me put the bag in the refrigerator and asked how my day was. I responded fine and reciprocated. Everything was apparently fine with him as well. When I dismissed Charlie to go watch more TV, I made my way upstairs to wait for Edward.

"Hello," his quiet voice startled me. Apparently, I wouldn't have to wait very long. I turned to see him standing still by my window.

"Hi!" I said, not thinking, and he instantly brought a long white finger to his smiling lips. "Sorry," I whispered, "Hi."

He smiled wider and had his arms around my waist in a second . I leaned my head on his chest and peered up at him. His eyes were that perfect golden that they turned when he was well fed.

I leaned up and kissed his cheek, "How long have you been waiting?"

He shrugged against me, "Not long. I was expecting to be waiting longer. You're home early."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Angela had to get up early tomorrow." That was true. She had work at seven o'clock the next morning. I was always careful not to lie to him; he could always catch me.

"Hmm," he kissed my forehead. "Did you have fun?"

I shrugged, "Yeah."

"Weren't you meeting with Jessica and Lauren earlier today?" he ran a loving hand up and down my back.

I gave a heavy sigh, and he smiled. "Yes," I wrapped my arms around his neck. "They like your ring."

He brought his face close to mine, "It's not my ring." I rolled my eyes. We'd had that conversation a few times since I'd started wearing Edward's engagement ring in public. I still felt like it belonged to him, but he insisted that it was a gift, and therefore mine.

I stood up on my tiptoes and touched my lips to his. He was smiling when I pulled away, "How was your day?"

He picked me up effortlessly, still smiling, and placed me on my bed, "Boring."

As he laid down next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, I began running my hands through his wind blown hair, "I don't believe you."

He laughed gently, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Did you bag any mountain lions?" I smiled.

Suddenly, he was very serious, "Bella."

I brought my hand to his cheek, "Sorry. I just want you to be happy."

He took my hand in his, "Bella, you make me a million times happier than any mountain lion ever could." I giggled stupidly at that and closed my eyes, as he pulled me closer to him so that our noses touched. After a few moments of silence, he whispered gently, "Were you reading A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

I shrugged, "Barely. I was just leafing through."

"Have you read it before?" he asked.

"Sort of," I admitted. "I know the plot."

He chuckled, "And what are your thoughts on that?"

"Fairies suck," I smiled sleepily. We both laughed quietly together, and he kissed me gently. Suddenly, I remembered something very important and shot up in bed. "I need to talk to Alice."

He seemed surprised and sat up with me, "Right now?"

"Sort of," I nodded. "Can I use your phone?"

"Of course," he pulled it out and handed it to me. "Is something wrong?"

"No," I smiled at him as the phone rang. "Don't worry." I knew he would be able to hear whatever I said, so I tried to think of how to say something without giving away everything.

"Hi, Bella," Alice chimed into the phone. "What must you tell me?"

I sighed, glad that she didn't already know, "Hi, Alice. I was just hoping you would do me a little favor."

"Sure, what is it?" she asked.

"Could you stay out of my future for a little while?" I winced, waiting for her response. Edward tensed behind me; he didn't like that idea.

"Aw, Bella," she sighed. I knew she hated having any kind of restriction on her power. "How long?"

"Just until the wedding," I begged. "I just have something that I'd like to keep secret until then."

"What is it?" she perked up.

I smiled into the phone, "I would love to tell you. But I don't want your brother to hear about it." Edward let out a little growl, and I shot him a playful glare.

"But I need to see the wedding," she insisted. "I need to make sure that everything I'm deciding on will work like it's supposed to."

I bit my lip and sighed, "Okay, how about until the rehearsal dinner. That'll give me some logical reason to have one if I'm doing this then."

She paused for a second, no doubt rolling her eyes, as Edward smiled. I'd mentioned a few times that I didn't know what the purpose of a rehearsal dinner was when more than half of the wedding party didn't eat. "You're doing something?" she was suspicious.

I was not going to give up anything, "Please, Alice. This is really important to me."

After a moment, she sighed heavily into the phone, "Okay, Bella, I'll stay out until the rehearsal dinner, but that's it."

"Thank you, Alice," I smiled.

"But you know this is killing me," she said.

"I know. That's why it's a favor. If it was something you wanted to do, you'd be doing it already," I shrugged.

"Goodnight, Bella," she grumbled and hung up.

I hung up with a little smile. Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and put the phone away. "Is she gonna be mad at me now?"

He shook his head, "Don't worry about Alice. She always preservers."

I turned my body around to face him, and he laid he down on top of him, "What about you? Are you upset?"

I took a deep breath, "Of course not. There's not much you could do to make me upset with you. I'm a little anxious. I'd like to know what the big secret is."

I shook my head, "Uh uh. I'm determined to keep this one a secret. Even from you. It's too good to ruin it."

He didn't say anything, just looked at me like I was some kind of exotic work of art.

"Please, Edward, don't push it. You'll know soon enough," I kissed his neck and felt his fingers in my hair.

"All right," he sighed and reached over to turn off the light. With my head in the crevice of his neck, I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. "Are you tired, Bella?"

"No," I whispered, keeping my eyes closed.

I felt him smile against my cheek, "I don't believe you."

"No," I whined. "Don't let me fall asleep. I want to stay up and talk to you."

"You have forever to talk to me, Bella. Sleep," he whispered and began humming a song I didn't know. I was so proud of myself as I drifted into sleep. I had successfully kept a secret from Edward, and I could just imagine his face when I gave him his perfect wedding present.