Twilight and its characters are not mine. There is no schedule, I'm just trying to get back into writing, it's been ages, so this might take a while. But this is a little story I've had in my head for a while. Sorry.

Chapter 1

It's stupid 'o' clock on Saturday morning, I'm nursing the hangover from hell, and right now I want nothing more than to stab my sister in the eye with a rusty fork, although I'm pretty sure that would ruin her wedding pictures.

But she just won't stop talking.

It's her 'big day', so I know she's allowed to be completely self-absorbed, I just don't understand why it's me that's having to listen.

"You're my maid of honour Bella…" Oh yeah, that's why.

Turns out being Rose's maid of honour roughly translated to me having to be her personal slave for the last week.

Thank God she's fucking off on her honeymoon tomorrow.

I love Rose, I do, but can we say high maintenance.

I'd swear she's adopted, but my parents insist she wasn't.

I'm not convinced.

She's still talking, not realising I zoned out about thirty seconds after she started talking, and that's got to be a good ten minutes ago now.

"Mom!" I yell, startling Rose and bringing my mom rushing to my room.

"What's happened? Rose, are you ok?"

What the hell? It was me who yelled for her, but no worries, I'm fine, thanks for asking.

"Make her stop talking," I tell my mom, who glares at me, but thankfully leads Rose out of my bedroom.

I roll over delighted and go back to sleep.

I'm woken at a far more decent hour by my dad, who tentatively calls my name.

"Hey dad," I say far more cheerfully than he's expecting.

"Hey, it's past eleven, the wedding is in less than three hours. Rose is getting twitchy, you know your sister, she wants everything to be perfect. So if you're up, can you maybe start getting ready?"

"Sure, no problem." I smile and I swear he looks more shocked than is polite, but I decide not to comment, the extra hours of sleep have put me in a much better mood.

An hour later I'm showered and in my God awful bridesmaid dress; it's peach, taffeta, and more frilly than should be legally allowed.

I look utterly fucking ridiculous.

I shove some cereal in my mouth, muttering under my breath about how I'm never going to be a bridesmaid for anyone ever again and cursing my sister when I hear an almighty scream followed by loud wailing coming from the bathroom.

I'd like to say I ran towards my obviously distraught sister, but honestly, I wandered in her general direction, hoping someone else would get to her first.

I'm just not that lucky.

I find my sister sobbing, red-faced and blotchy, sitting on the toilet in her massive bridal gown.

"What's up?" I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer because I just know it's going to be a massive catastrophe that will no doubt involve me needing to do something I don't want to do.

"I got my period." She howls, bursting into tears again.

"Ok…, you've had one before though right?", I ask hesitantly, I mean she's twenty fucking six this can't be her first time, but the way she's carrying on I can't be sure.

"Of course I have idiot," she says testily so I get up to leave her alone, I don't need to be insulted. "Wait" she yells, "I don't have anything, do you? This is going to ruin my wedding, I wasn't due. Oh God, my honeymoon." this thought sends her into another fit of hysterical sobs, and I try my hardest to look appropriately upset for her.

"Bella, what did you do to your sister" my mom comes rushing into the bathroom to check on Rose.

"What the fuck! Nothing!" I throw my hands up in the air, "Why do you assume I've done something?"

"Sorry", she says absent-mindedly while she fusses around Rose.

Of course, it's me who has to jump in my truck and head off to the store, hoping I don't see anyone I remotely recognise from when I used to live here.

I look like a complete fool in my sneakers and bridesmaid dress. But as I was reminded, it's my sisters special day, so I needed to do whatever I can to help the day go smoothly.

Fuck my life.