Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Holiday Road

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 15:

“Jesus. I’m no saint, but we can’t bring these guys back to the resort in this condition, Sam,” Paul murmured.

They were drunk-each and every one of them-even the wolves. Old Quil had brought along a few cases of his homemade moonshine-the only thing that could get wolves drunk-to the ‘fishing’ excursion. They had just been rescued by the Coast Guard and been herded into the van. Honestly, Sam expected more maturity from them. He was thanking the spirits that Paul had persuaded Embry and him to crash the lunch buffet with the models; otherwise, they would have been drunk along with them.

“Man, we’re going to have to sober them up.”

“And how do you propose we do that? Short of tossing them in the resort pool, I can’t think of a quick way to get them sober.”

Paul and Embry turned to each other, and then to Sam who returned with, “You can’t be serious?”

“Well, they can swim and I’ll just douse Billy under the shower at the entrance of the pool.”

Failing to come up with a better idea of his own, Sam reluctantly replied, “Alright, lets do it.”

By the time they pulled in front of the hotel, they were all sleeping their earlier heavy drinking off. Paul went into the hotel and borrowed a luggage cart from the bellman. He stacked a few drunks on it while Embry pushed Billy in his wheelchair and Sam grabbed Chief Swan and Old Quil-one on each shoulder. They brought them poolside and chucked the drunks into the pool one by one.

Of course, Charlie’s reaction was unexpected, “Woohoo! Skinny-dipping! Oh yeah!” He proceeded to take his clothes off. Paul thought about his previous night partying with Bella. She hadn’t been shy about shedding her clothes either. Yep, like father, like daughter.

“Holy shit! Now what are we going to do?” Embry asked. By now, the drunks were wide-awake and stripped down to their birthday suits. Worse yet, contrary to being horrified, the hotel guests were joining in on the fun, including many of the male models. He noticed that the woman with the clipboard from earlier was watching them eagerly along with a couple of other important looking women. He jutted his chest out and put a smile on his face just in case she was watching him. Making a good impression was important in these cases.

“Okay, the plan backfired,” Paul admitted. “We’ve got to get them to the chapel.”

“Charlie! Charlie!” Sam yelled to try to get his attention.

“Hey, what are you doing out there? You should come in for a dip, loosen up a bit.”

“It’s five-thirty. You were supposed to get married an hour and a half ago.”

“Married?” Charlie’s eyes widened as reality set in. “Shit!”

“You should go. Women don’t like to be kept waiting,” Marco, the underwear model told him. He was amongst the models partying in the pool.

“Hey, aren’t you the guy who made Bella’s jaw sore?” Jared questioned the Brazilian model suspiciously.

“Oh, no,” Paul mumbled.

“Ah, the lovely Isabella. I haven’t seen her these last two days. If you see her, tell her I’ve been looking for her, and that I miss her exquisite beauty.”

Jared pulled his fist back and got ready to slug his face. “Jared! No!” Sam alpha ordered, effectively stopping him from hitting the guy.

It didn’t matter though because Chief Swan laid him out with one punch. “Stay away from my kid! That goes for all of you! I don’t want any underwear models near her! Isabella Swan is off limits to all of you and so is your underwear!”

“But, sir, we only did funnels with her,” Greg stated in defense of his friend Marco, who had just been physically assaulted by a brute.

“And it was her idea,” Andrei added.

“Funnels? As in beer funnels?”

“Yes, funnels and a few shots of tequila.”

“Well, funnels will make your jaw sore. I thought… well, forget what I thought.” Charlie decided to change topics, “Alright, we’ve got a wedding to go to. Let’s move.”

Charlie was able to rustle up the rest of the drunks. They promptly went to their rooms, quickly showered, and changed for the wedding. They gave Jake the job of waking his father up and getting him dressed for the wedding. When they were finally at the doors to the chapel, Charlie declared, “Let’s get my ass married.”

They opened the double doors and trooped inside. “Where in goddamned hell were you?” Allison questioned the group. Her hands were on her hips, her eyes had taken on that evil glare that Sam was convinced was channeled from an alien creature from outer space, and she was angry. She was much angrier than he’d seen her in awhile. “Well?”

“We were in a boating accident,” Charlie informed her.

“Alright, then why is my husband passed out in his wheelchair, three sheets to the wind?”

“It was his fault!” everyone pointed to Old Quil who had taken to lying down on one of the pews. He was snoring away at this point. “He brought beer and moonshine.”

“Someone had better wake him up or find a minister!” Sue screamed from the first pew.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Wake up!” Quil yelled. “You have to get Chief Swan and Elder Clearwater married.”

“Oh, yeah. Alright, let’s get this over with.” He hauled himself to the front of the chapel.

“I call upon the great spirits to… screw it… do you Susan Amelia Uley Clearwater take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“And do you Charles Aaron Swan take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“Yep, til death do us part.”

“Then in the name of the great spirits, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“Well, that was painless,” Charlie commented. “I hate those long winded ceremonies where they go on and on about the obvious reasons why people get married.”

“Boy, I did my job. Now shut up so I can sleep off the moonshine!” Old Quil chastised Charlie as he settled back down on the pew and started snoring away.

“I can’t believe I bought a wedding gown for this,” Sue spat.

“I don’t know why you did? You’re a long way from being a virgin.”

Sue rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Oh, Charlie, you’re so lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.”

Sam smiled at the newlywed couple. He was happy for them. He truly was. He realized that now that Jake and Embry had found their imprints, he was the only wolf without a mate. Maybe he was destined to never meet one. It didn’t really bother him too much. None of the other wolves’ mates piqued his interest. They were either too bossy or too subservient-nothing in between. The thought of having to live with any of those women made him shudder.

He decided to forgo the little reception; he really didn’t feel like hanging out with a bunch of couples. He snuck out through a side door without detection and… “Oof!” a sweet sounding female voice cried as she was knocked down to the floor.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were here.” He helped the woman he had bumped into get back up onto her feet.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault for not paying attention. I was in a rush to get away,” she replied, looking up at him.

Whoosh! It was like the wind was completely knocked out of him. His entire life became inconsequential compared to the woman standing in front of him.

“You must be Sam Uley,” she stated knowingly.

“You’re Bella. I’m surprised you recognized me.” He was entranced. He’d never realized her eyes were so soulful. Of course, he’d never actually seen her with her eyes open, considering she was collapsed in the forest the first time he’d seen her, and passed out in the stairwell the second time.

“Oh, I didn’t recognize you. It was a matter of deduction, really. You came out of the chapel, you’re Quileute, and you’re the only male I haven’t met yet. So, where are you off to?”

“Anywhere, but in there. I was the only one without a mate… I mean date so I felt uncomfortable.”

“Same here.” She laughed. It was such a sweet laugh. Sam felt his insides heat up and he had an incredible desire to get to know her.

“We could get something to eat together; maybe go dancing; or hit the casino? What do you say?”

“That would be nice.”

“Great. We’ll take my truck and go somewhere.”

“Sure. Where?”

“Anywhere really.” Sam didn’t care, he just wanted to spend time getting to know his imprint; then possibly peel her clothes off, piece by piece; though she wasn’t wearing much to start with. She had on a pretty halter dress made of some sort of sheer fabric. With his enhanced vision, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He wanted to unhook the halter, let the dress drop, and bury his face in between her breasts… but it was too soon for that.

“So, where do you want to go?”

“No idea, we’re just going to wing it.”