How I Scored A Pound of Ganja in an Attempt to Get My Fiance the Perfect Wedding Present
Bella tries to get Edward a creative gift for their wedding, but things don't go as smoothly as she hopes. Just for laughs!
4. Chapter 4
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"It's not funny!" I screamed for what felt like the fiftieth time. Everyone just stared at me with expressions ranging from pity to shock to overwhelming humor.
"No," Emmett was the worst, "It's freaking hilarious." He burst out in another fit of laughter. Jasper held a fist to his mouth to prevent him from doing the same. Alice was biting her lip. Rosalie was just shaking her head. Even Carlisle and Esme were having trouble forming coherent sentences.
"Bella," Esme tried, "I'm just a little confused. What exactly did you think..."
Alice let a little laugh escape before slapping a hand to her mouth.
"It's not funny!" I said again.
"I'm sorry, Bella," Alice shook her head. "It's just so..."
She, Emmett, and Jasper laughed. I felt the tears beginning to form and turned to Edward, who was standing silently behind me.
"Shh, Bella," Edward crooned, as he rubbed my arms comfortingly. "It's all right."
"I feel like such an idiot," I sobbed into his shoulder. I heard the rest of them get quiet after that. I guess that made them feel bad. "I just wanted to do something special, but I guess I should know by now; I can't do anything right."
"Bella," I heard Alice's voice, but just continued to sob.
"That isn't true, Bella," Carlisle tried.
"Of course it's not," Edward whispered to me, but it didn't help.
"Hey," Emmett clapped his hands together, "It doesn't have to be a complete waste. Couldn't we smoke it?"
"Emmett!" Rosalie snapped. I dug my head deeper into Edward's shoulder.
"I don't think that's possible," Carlisle said.
"But it couldn't hurt to try," he sounded very upbeat. "And I think it might work. I mean, I know alcohol doesn't work, but that's because it goes into the bloodstream, right? Isn't this stuff all about your brain?" There was a moment's pause. "We have brains!"
"You're being ridiculous," Rosalie said. "Just stop talking about it." I took a deep breath and found that I was no longer crying.
"Are you all right?" Edward brought his face close to mine and wiped under my eyes.
"I'm so sorry," I sighed to him.
He smiled and kissed me, "Don't you dare be sorry. Not for anything. All right? We're getting married tomorrow. That's all that matters."
I tried a smile and laid my head back down on Edward's shoulder, only this time, I turned so that I could see everyone, "Am I ever going to live this down?"
Alice shrugged, "Depends."
"On what?" I asked, desperately.
"On what you do next," she smiled. I sighed and sank into Edward's embrace. "Honey," she came over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Every single one of us has had a slew of embarrassing moments to live down."
"Not like this," I grumbled.
"Not exactly," she shrugged. "But equally embarrassing." The group of them all got very quiet. Even Emmett's face became frighteningly stoic. "For many of them, there are pictures." I smiled a little at that as Edward and Alice chuckled lightly. "And I promise, after we make it through this wedding tomorrow--and as of now, we will make it through this wedding tomorrow--I will show you each and every one of them."
Emmett took a little step forward, "You really don't have to do that."
"You really didn't have to make her cry," she retorted, then brought her focus back to me, "Really, Bella, having a horribly embarrassing moment is like a Cullen initiation. Nothing to worry about."
"Okay," I sighed.
Edward kissed my forehead, "Okay. Let's get you home, so you'll be nice and rested for tomorrow."
I turned back to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me with ease and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. Over Edward's shoulder, I smiled lightly as I saw Emmett tentatively sniff my wedding present to my soul mate: a pound of pure, high quality, "Butch's Butcher's" marijuana.