Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

A Fresh Start

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 08:

BPOV

“Holy shit, I can’t believe I am actually getting married. Tomorrow.”

“Shit, I can. The way you two been dancing around each other since he found you on the side of the road. And then once you gave that little virgin ass up, ya’ll fuck like jackrabbits. I have to shoo Hunter outside so much the boy should have every merit badge the boy scouts offer. I may as well set up a tent for him to live in. Then Bo spends half the day buildin furniture and the other half using your body to polish the shine of that desk top you sit in front of, pretending to work while you ogle him. Shoulda saved everyone a bunch of time and hassle and just gone from the hospital to the justice of the peace.”

Stephanie was a romantic.

“I’m not drinking tonight, Steph. I am not going to be hung over for my wedding.”

“No problem, kid. I plan to drink enough for both of us. You can drive us home. Now let’s go.”

Two hours later I was sitting on a throne.

On a stage.

While two men oiled up and wearing the tiniest g strings imaginable grinded their hips and ass in front of me to very loud music.

My girls were going nuts. Adrian kept tossing quarters at the blonde’s ass to see if they would bounce.

They did.

Oh damn, he had his ass on my lap. That felt… weird.

I missed my husband. I mean my fiancé. Husband tomorrow. Fiancé now.

I was finally allowed to come down from my lofty status and join the common wenches below.

“Mary! You have to try one of these!”

Tina gave me a Popsicle. It was shaped like a dick. A long purple
dick.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I yelled over the music.

“Suck it down bitch!” Tina was a little drunk.

I put my lips around it and found…

Huh. Grape. Not bad. One of the dancers was staring at me.
I bit the head off. He turned away quickly. Effective. May have to use this to get a point across to Bo.

Steph had a dancer sitting down and was on his lap grinding him.
Adrian just put a dollar in a dancer’s g string using her mouth.

“So you are the blushing bride, huh?”

Oh shit. A dancer that kind of looked like Chandler Tatum is on front of me.

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“You’re wearing a crown that says Bride on it.” He yelled over the
extremely loud music.

“Oh right. I like your… uh… fireman’s uniform.”

“My name is John. Let me give you a private dance. On the house.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No!” I yelled a little louder.

“I’m offering it for free.”

“And I am turning it down for free. I’m here to have fun with my
friends the night before my wedding. Not to get dry humped by a
fireman. But you are cute. My soon to be sister in law, Stephanie, the blonde grinding the doctor? She is pretty much a sure thing. You should go make the same offer to her.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes.”

“But…”

“Look, no means no. You ain’t got shit on my man. Now beat it
before you start to piss me off. I have a frozen cock to bite!”

“Mary!” I turned and saw Tina and Adrian.

“What?”

We are so proud of you, bitch!”

“Why? For turning down a free dance?” That was weird.

“No. You used Ain’t in a sentence!” Adrian was giggling. Okay so
maybe my grammar is slipping. But damn. You can’t hear it all the
time without it affecting you.

“Come one girl. Barb has games we need to play.”

I was dragged to the table and saw Steph had grabbed hold of my
fireman admirer. By the look of his g string he was really looking for a date tonight.

I wonder what Bo is doing? I would love to be holding his hot…

“Okay girls listen up. Mary, you are taking a shot!” Tina said, placing a shot of bourbon in front of me.

“No! I’m not drinking tonight!”

“One shot princess. You will be plenty beautiful enough for your
dashing husband. Now I am going to make a toast and you have to
drink!”

I took a deep breath. Stephanie peeled herself out of the fireman
doctor sandwich she had been in and stumbled over. One drink. I
didn’t want to have to take a taxi all the way home and then get a
ride back in the morning to pick up Bo’s truck.

“To Mary! Our newest sister! We don’t know where the fuck she
came from. We don’t know what the hell kind of accent she has. We don’t know how it is fucking possible she stayed a virgin through high school. But damn it if we don’t love her!”

Everyone yelled yee haw and downed their shots. I did too. I can’t
believe I told them that. I could feel my cheeks burning.

Stephanie poured another shot.

I wasn’t drinking this one.

“To my soon to be sister in law! It took a magical piece of ass
dropped from the sky to finally be good enough for my brother but
we are damn glad the aliens left her in Texas!”

Another round of yee haws and I felt the shot glass to my lips again.

This is so bad.

Adrian was next.

“To Mary! A great girl to have by your side when you need to kick
some serious ass after a funeral!”

Another round of yee haws. Another round of shots. This was very,
very bad. A dancer dressed like a cowboy from the Village People
just put a cowboy hat on my head.

Barbara came next.

“To Mary! Her ass has sanded more furniture in this county than Bo’s belt sander ever did. Her cute little ass has the splinter scars to prove it!”

They drank. I didn’t.

“It was one time! One splinter! I swear I don’t know why I tell you
bitches anything!”

“Drink up Mary!” I felt the shot glass on my lips again. This is not me.

They are doing this.

Tiffany was next.

“To Mary! The only girl I know who isn’t afraid to read blow job
instructions off the internet and call her friend at 2 AM asking if it
sounded right!”

This was it. This was my last shot. Bo would be so mad if he knew I
was drinking. We both promised not to drink so we could be fresh in the morning. I wonder what he is doing right now. Oh fuck they just put another one in front of me.

Bo POV

I was on a throne. On a stage. Every stripper in this fucking place
was lined up to give me a lap dance. I currently had my hands tied to the back of the throne by what I believe is a garter belt. If Todd takes pictures of this I am going to kill him.

“Thank you.”

I don’t know why I felt the need to tell these women than you for
shaking their tits in front of my face. I guess I was just raised to be
polite.

“Can I get down now?” I yelled to Troy.

“Six strippers to go, pussy!”

Oh damn. You know, you think if a girl made her living taking off her clothes she would work out or something. Not the case so much apparently.

The parade of skank ass ran its course and I was escorted by two of
these ‘ladies’ off the stage. I was about to make the first step down
when the DJ called my name.

“Hey Bo? Did your girl smile when you asked her to marry you?” he
blared through the speakers.

“Yeah.” I yelled at him.

“That’s cause she knows she won’t have to give you anymore
blowjobs the moment you say I do. Enjoy married life!”
That caused quite a bit of laughter. I walked down to our table where my boys were getting wasted. Except for Brian. He was the
designated driver. I told him he didn’t have too. I told Mary I wouldn’t drink tonight.

“Bo, have a beer.” Todd slid one over to me.

“I can’t.”

“Come on. Don’t be pussy whipped already.” Chris commented.

“Says the guy who likes dick.”

“I was in an inebriated state! That shit took two days to come off!”

“Yeah and if I get drunk I can imagine what you assholes are going
to write on my head.”

“Come on Bo. One beer won’t kill you. She is out getting wasted with guys in g strings right now.” Troy helpfully commented.

“She isn’t getting wasted.”

“She is with our crazy ass girls and you don’t think she is getting
wasted?” Brian apparently thought this was funny.

“Nope.”

“Call her right now. I’ll bet you twenty she is three sheets to the
wind.”

“Fine.” I wanted to talk to her anyway.

The phone rang and Mary didn’t pick up. Five minutes later I got a
text from her.

‘saw u called. Couldn’t hear. Wats up?’

‘miss u’

‘miss u 2’

“Go ahead and ask her!” Troy yelled from across the table.

‘U drinkin?’

Nothing. No texts for five minutes.

“Have a beer Bo. She ain’t gonna complain.”

Finally my phone buzzed.

‘why do u ask?’

“Did she deny it?” Chris asked, laughing.

“No. She asked me why I asked.”

“That means she is wasted and doesn’t want to lie to you about it.”

I ignored the assholes. I sent her another text.

‘having fun?’

‘No. U?’ I knew she would be miserable without me.

‘Not really. Want to go home and get in bed wit u.’ I texted he. Maybe we could sneak off and meet. Screw tradition.

‘Me 2.’

‘so u drinkin?’

Nothing. Finally I got a reply. Picture text.

‘don’t think about what I may or may not be drinking. Think about
getting this .’

I opened the picture and holy shit please tell me she was in the
bathroom when she took that photo. Damn. I wonder if she wore
panties and just took them off or… no of course she wore panties.
She must be in the bathroom. Damn she is completely shaved. So
that’s what a Brazilian wax is. I knew we had talked about it…

“What did she say?”

“She sent me a pic.”

“Can we see?” Troy asked.

“Nope. I think it’s safe to say she is wasted though. Give me a beer.”

I started drinking to a round of applause. Just a few beers. I mean it was my bachelor party. Mary wouldn’t mind. I drank a few and fought off some strippers advances for the next thirty minutes. Then I had a brilliant idea. Maybe I should go to the bathroom and send my own text back.

“I’ll be right back.”

Damn. Probably shouldn’t have had those shots. Oh well. I got into a booth and dropped my drawers. See how she likes this. Little tease.

I hit the send button. I strolled back to the table and saw my boys
looking at their phones with weird faces.

“What’s up guys? You all get lap dances while I was gone or
somethin?”

“Hey Bo, why did you send a group text message?”

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah? Why do we all have pictures of a dick from you?”

Oh fuck.

I checked my phone. Mary had set up that group share texting thing the other day so we could all share media files. I never got around to asking her how to turn it off.

My phone was buzzing. All the girls at Mary’s party were sending me smiley faces. Now my phone was ringing. Mary…

“Hey baby! How’s your party going?”

BPOV

He sent a picture of his dick to all of our friends. Is he fucking high? I’ve never known him to smoke weed. If he does he better get it out of his system now.

“Damn Mary. You are one lucky girl.” Tina smiled.

“Ya’ll delete that photo now!”

That cause everyone to shut up.

“I’m serious.”

“Mary. You said ‘Ya’ll.” Adrian pointed out because apparently she
thought I was too drunk to understand what I was saying.

“I don’t give a damn! Ya’ll delete those photos now. You ain’t havin
pictures of my dumbass husband’s cock on ya’lls phone! Now delete it before I break those motherfuckers!” Okay yes, my speech was slurring a little bit.

“Oh my God. The drunker she gets the more redneck she sounds.
It’s like watching a baby bird break through its shell.” Tiffany said
with wide eyes.

“I better see thumbs deleting bitches.” If they thought I was fucking around…

They were apparently deleting. Or doing something.

“Phones here!”

They passed their phones to me. Cock free. That fucking idiot. “I’m
going to the bathroom.”

I closed the stall door and dialed.

“Hey baby! How’s your party going?” he answered.

“Goin great till my girls got a picture of my man’s dick! You high?”

“No. You know you don’t do that. I mean I don’t do that.”

“How fuckin drunk are you that you would do that!?” What a fuckin idiot. And now I really wanted his cock.

“I don’t know how drunk I am. You want me to find a cop with a
Breathalyzer? There are a couple on duty here getting lap dances.
Wait. You sound different. How fuckin drunk are you?”

“I didn’t send a picture of my special place to all your friends!”

“It’s your damn fault!”

“The hell it is Robert Benjamin Walker. I didn’t snap a photo of your dick.”

“I was sendin it to you! You started it with that picture of Bo’s hideout.

But you set that damn group share text messagin thing on my phone and never showed me how it worked or how to turn it off!”

Oh yeah. Shit.

This was on me.

“Baby?”

“Yeah Mary?”

“I’m sorry. That was kinda my bad. Ya mad?” I asked.

“No, I just don’t want you mad at… hey why are you talkin different?”

“What do ya mean?” I asked.

“Never mind. Baby I really miss you. Let’s go home and I’ll show you mine and you can show me yours.”

“No. I’m goin to Tina’s tonight. We have to be at her Salon at 7 AM. You behave. You know what time you have to be at the Rose
Gardens right?”

“Yeah baby. Matter of fact we are just getting out of here now.” I
heard our friends booing in the background.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Damn straight it was.

“You should probably head home too. You know 7 AM is only in 7
hours.”

“I know how to count time Bo.” Count time? Tell time? How many
fucking shots did they give me?

“I love you Mary. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too baby. Now get your cute ass home. I hid all the
Sharpies, so it will be okay to fall asleep before everybody. Lock the bed room door and the window just in case. And don’t be sending anymore pictures of your cock. That damn thing is mine!”

“Alright. Hey you think before you fall asleep you could send me a
picture of Kate and Bianca? I’m used to going to sleep with them
pressed against my chest.”

“Yeah. If you can refrain from sending anymore pictures of Petruchio I will send you a picture of my girls when I get to Tina’s.”

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too.” He is so sweet. Wait. Didn’t I call to bitch him out?
I walked out of the stall and saw Adrian in the bathroom smiling.

“You named his cock Pinochio? Is it cause its gets longer the more
he lies? Judgin by that picture he ain’t nothing but a damn liar is he?”

She grinned. She thought that was funny. Okay, maybe it was.

“I named it Petruchio. After the main male character in the Taming of the Shrew.”

“That shit they made us read in high school?”

“Yeah. That shit.” I guess. I just read it a couple months ago.

“Girl you need to read some more interesting shit. Stuff written in
English. C’mon. We are taking the party to my place. Tiff is getting
the cab. We will make one of the guys come back in the morning and pick up the truck.”

Guess the party was over. Thank God. My legs were shaking and my skirt looked like it had baby oil stains on it. Plus I’m pretty sure I left my panties in the bathroom earlier while I was taking that picture and they weren’t here now. Disturbing.

Bo POV

“Oh man, what time is it?”

“Six AM, Bo.” Troy was fryin bacon. I smelt eggs. I wanted to puke.
Chris grabbed my arm.

“Come on Bo. I got this from the ambulance yesterday. Time to re
hydrate you so you can make Mary’s panties drop at the wedding.”

“I got to be dressed and at the Rose Garden in three hours.”

“Sit down boy.” Chris pulled out a needle.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Damn it Chris! You may be a paramedic but the last time you did
this shit you stuck me 6 times before you hit a vein.”

“Yeah but when I did, you felt better quick didn’t ya? Besides I’m
used to doin this in the back of a bouncing ambulance. Maybe Troy could shake your chair.”

“Yeah…” The old paramedic hangover heaven special. Saline and B12. Completely natural, guaranteed to make you feel better after a long night of drinkin the devil’s brew.

“Ow!”

“Hey, I got it on the first time! Look guys! I got it on the first time.”

I felt better after twenty minutes but turned down breakfast. We were getting married at noon. I could wait till lunch afterward.
While I was taking a shower, all I could think about was the past
year. Finding Mary, fallen in love the first time I saw her, the time in the hospital. Bringin her home. The first time she told me she loved me. The first time we made love. The second time, all the other times, the desk, pulling that splinter out of her ass while she used every curse word she knew and I helped her come up with some new ones. Teachin her to shoot, lifting weights and running after work. Deliverin furniture while she told me bad jokes on the road. Ice skating. Showin her how to handle the power tools and realizing I should never let her around any power tools with a point or a blade. All our campin trips and the way she freaks out when she actually catches a fish and makes me take it off the hook cause she refuses to touch it. Dancin. The way she goes to bed every night sprawled on top of me naked while rubbing behind my right ear with her finger cause she knows I like that.

I got damn lucky.

I had cut my hair kinda short cause she likes it best that way. I
brushed my teeth and got dressed. Walkin out I saw all my boys
were ready in their tuxes.

Todd walked up. My friend since the sand box days. The guy I cried
with and got drunk with after my parents died.

“You ready bro?”

“Damn right I am.”

BPOV

“What’s on your mind sweetie?” Stephanie asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Not much. Just a little anxious, I guess. I want everything perfect for him.” I was currently strapped in a salon chair, while Tiffany, Tina and Adrian teased, pulled and yanked my hair into intricate ribbons.

“You are gonna be there. It will be perfect. You just relax and think
about the honeymoon. This time tomorrow you two will be relaxing in a hot tub shaped like a champagne glass enjoying the Pocono mountain scenery.”

“I know. I can’t wait.” We had decided against the typical tropical
destination to go to the Pocono Mountain resort in Pennsylvania. I think Bo was really afraid of me getting a sunburn in Cancun. I didn’t mind. I loved the idea. The scenery I saw on the internet was breathtaking. It was so us.

“So why do you still look so deep in thought?”

“I’m not.”

“Mary, I’ve been living with you for damn near a year. You are always deep in thought about something. Granted it’s usually some new thing you can find to do my little brother on top of but this ain’t the same.”

“I guess I just wish… I don’t know. I wish your parents were here.
You know? I don’t have mine and…”

“You wish to hell you did right now, huh?”

“Yeah.” I admitted. “I mean they could be gone too. I don’t know. I
have come to grips with the fact that I will most likely never learn
about my past. I’m so damn happy now. But…”

“You wish your daddy was here to give you away.”

“Yeah.” I admitted. I guess it bothered me a little more than I let on.

“Mary if you really want to find out about your past, you know Bo
would work his damn hardest to find out. Ain’t nothing in the world that boy won’t do for you.”

“I know. But I don’t want to… I just want to get on with my life. It’s not a big deal. I mean, I’m 19. He is 22. We got the rest of our lives to figure out if something is out there about me. We got our first
Christmas to look forward to when we get back. We got a business
to take care of. We are gonna have kids one day. I got a lot more to
look forward to than worryin about what is behind me.”

Steph hugged me in the chair and kissed my cheek.

“I love you too, you know?”

“Yeah I do.” These girls were going to make me cry.

“We all love you Mary.” Tina said, walking up. I guess they were
listening. “And we are all so proud of you.”

“Proud of what? That I don’t want to worry about my past?”

“No. You said gonna instead of going to. Your English is getting so
much better. You keep talkin like that and strangers around here are gonna be more trusting towards you.”

“Bitch.” I had to laugh. I don’t know what I would do without my
friends.

Leah POV

The poor bastard who operated this all you can eat breakfast had no idea what he was getting into. A pack of werewolves had descended on his establishment. His cooks couldn’t keep up.
We were all gathered around a table in Tyler, Texas. This was a nice area. Very pretty, lots of forests. Charlie wanted to come himself. That wasn’t happening. The whole damn pack minus Quil, Brady and Colin had come. Billy was here. Mom came. She and Charlie had been dating in secret. They must have forgot that there are no secrets in La Push. Plus they hadn’t exactly had time for much romance with Charlie looking for Bella all
the time.

“Okay, listen up everybody. Billy and I will take the Tyler area, again. Posters at every place she or anyone she knows might be going. Leah, you, Sue and Seth hit the Lindale area. There are a few small communities that I haven’t looked at in the past. One in particular. There is a community called Hide a Way Lake. Only a few stores. And some houses. But there are a lot of houses around Hide a Way, ten miles or so in radius. Paul, if you and Jake could take the Brownsboro area. Sam, if you wouldn’t mind taking Van. It’s a small town but a big area. Embry, you and Paul take the Whitehouse area in case she comes back. We are going to lay off Palestine for a while. We got one week. We are going to find her in one week. If not I am sending you all back and I am staying to do a house by house search.”

I saw Paul reading the paper.

“Hey Paul. Give me the social section.”

“Why? You interested in the polite society news of a place we don’t live?”

“I like to look at the wedding announcements.”

“Weddings?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. Who is getting married today, who got engaged. Weddings.
Who the hell knows? I may have one someday. Until then I like to
live vicariously through others. Shut up and give me the fucking
paper!”

“Damn Leah. Calm down. Didn’t take you for a romantic. Here you
go.” Paul passed me the section and I started flipping through. One day I would be the one in this section. Somebody had to be out there for me.

Page one was a section on wedding cakes. Page two was what I
was looking for. Engagement pictures. Cute couples. The next page had the engagement pictures of weddings scheduled today. Pretty girls looking so hap…

“Charlie?”

“Yeah Leah?”

“We need to find you a suit.”

“Why?”

“Bella is getting married at the Tyler Rose Garden in three hours.”