Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 45: In Which They Do

Chapter 45: In Which They Do

A/N: Okay, here it is: The Wedding Chapter. I do hope you like the title. Um . . . and the wedding. I'm going to go ahead and warn you, once again so I don't get flamed, that "It" is not next chapter. I swear it's coming, but this wedding day seriously ended up spanning six chapters. I didn't plan it like that, but it's what Jake and Nessie decided to do. And who can argue with Jake, really?

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In Which They Do

it's too late, baby, there's no turning around
i've got my hands in my pockets and my head in the clouds

- boys like girls, hero/heroine

"Well, come here then and let me dry your hair," Aunt Alice commanded, guiding me down into her spinning chair just as Mom, Grandma Esme and Aunt Rose came in, already dressed.

I was glad to see they were all dressed relatively normally. About how Aunt Alice would have them dress on a daily basis, but would be considered much too formal for most people. Silk wrap-dresses, of course.

Thank God she didn't have them matching like bridesmaids or I would've had to say something about that. I already told Grandpa Carlisle I didn't really want to do the whole walk-down-the-aisle and procession thing. It just seemed like a way to waste some more of my precious left-over Jacob time.

Aunt Alice dried my hair until it laid in nice ringlets all down my back. Then she smoothed some oil or something over it and started pulling on it. I kept my eyes open this time, just in case she tried to do something too extravagant but she didn't. She just twisted the top part of my hair back and secured it, leaving a few curls loose by my temples.

It was similar to the way I'd done my hair on my first date with Jacob, except of course Alice-ified and much more gorgeous.

"Now make-up," Alice announced. And before I could say anything, "Light, I know."

She applied mascara and I think some light eyeliner. She did something with a pencil anyway - you couldn't really tell when she pulled back except that my eyes looked a little bigger. She put some eye shadow too, just like it was for the wedding, very light and mostly shimmery.

When she reached for a tube of lipstick, I stopped her.

"Wait," I told her, holding a hand out. Something on the counter had caught my eye. "What is that?"

"What?" Alice said, looking a little upset that I'd slowed her roll.

Momma picked it up from where it sat beside her leg since she was perched on the counter. "This?"

"Yeah."

"That's lip balm, Nessie," Alice said. "It's not formal. You need lipstick or at least gloss."

"But what kind is it?"

Mom checked the label. "Pomegranate."

I made my decision. "I want it."