"Paris is France's capital. A lot of people like to go there, like me. Anyways…," Mrs. Ovacane said. She just goes on and on and on and—

"Mademoiselle Swan," an annoying voice shouted, "arrêter rêvasserie!"

I snapped out of my reverie and shook my head. "Désole, Madam Ovacane!" She gave me a warning look before returning to her lesson about Paris. I turned to Alice, who looked almost as bored as I am.

"This…is…so…freaking…boring!" she whispered to me. "Très ennuyeux!"

"Want to leave this stinking class?" I suggested.

She beamed at me. "Heck, yeah, let's leave this crap!"

We gathered our stuff and headed for the door. It was college—the place where you can just leave without permission or reason. Just as Alice was about to open the door, someone knocked.

"Mademoiselle Cullen—ouvrir le portière, plait,"Mrs. Ovacane demanded politely, without turning from the board. I think she was drawing the Eiffel Tower.

Alice whispered in my ear, "What did she say?" I was always the one that practices my French. Alice hates the teacher, so she doesn't do a thing—only seatwork, homework, tests, quizzes, reports…okay she does do things in class, but she doesn't practice her French. We're in America—why do we have to practice French? Her words, not mine.

I whispered back, "She asked you nicely to open the door." I didn't want Alice to hate the teacher. Mrs. Ovacane isn't really all that bad. She's only annoying.

Alice scoffed, "Nicely, whatever…" She opened the door. It was Edward, holding a piece of paper. When he saw me, he grinned, which made me blush mad crazy.

"Hi, Bella," he greeted.

"Hi," I said softly, still blushing.

"Mademoiselle Cullen and Mademoiselle Swan don't be rude!" Mrs. Ovacane shouted. "Let him in! Imbéciles…" Another thing on why Alice hates her is because she likes to insult us in French. Mrs. Ovacane doesn't even know I practice my French. It's a good thing Alice doesn't study French, or else she would have tackled Mrs. Ovacane right now.

We both stepped aside to let Edward in. He smiled again and headed towards our teacher.

"Bella," Alice called.

I looked at her. "Yeah, Alice?"

"What does 'imbéciles' mean?" she asked.

I gulped. Uh-oh. "I—I don't kno—know."

"You're bad at lying, you clumsy girl," she said. "You should know that by now. Now, tell me."

I sighed resignedly. "It means…imbecile."

Alice gasped and quickly turned angry. "That…freaking, annoying, ugly, bad teeth person!" She always was creative with name calling, like me—or so they tell me.

"Don't start anything. She's a nice person," I defended.

She raised an eyebrow. "A nice person? Would a nice person flirt with your boyfriend?"

Confused, I looked over at where Mrs. Ovacane's desk is at. Oh, my freaking gosh!

Mrs. Ovacane was freaking batting her fake eyelashes at my Edward! I balled my hands into fists and growled.

"I would say 'Go get her,' but I don't want to cause anything," Alice said, looking disgusted. "I can't believe a 40 year old woman is flirting with a 21 year old!"

"Reminds me of the 40 Year Old Virgin," I muttered while snickering.

Alice giggled. "That may be true. She doesn't have a husband."

I turned to her confused. "How do you know that?"

She smirked. "I have my sources."

I suddenly heard Edward speak—he sounded nervous and annoyed.

"May I please go to my class, now, Madam Ovacane?" he asked in his musical voice, between his teeth. Hah. He is not interested in you, Ovacane.

"Parlez-vous Français, Monsieur Edward?" Mrs. Ovacane asked, flirting with him—badly, I might add.

Edward sighed. "Un peu," he replied. He quickly turned around and walked towards us.

"Was she—?" I started to ask, but he interrupted me by kissing me passionately. He let go, smirking, and left. I suddenly realized that there were students, and I blushed.

I looked at Mrs. Ovacane. She looked embarrassed for flirting with my boyfriend. You deserved it, I thought. Then, all of a sudden, she looked mad.

"I will not tolerate PDA, Mademoiselle Swan!" she scolded in her annoying French accent. "C'est impoli!"

I muttered, "Flirting with someone's boyfriend is just as rude." I grabbed Alice by the hand and went out the door.

Before we were out of hearing distance, I heard Mike shout out loud, "Why the freak does Edward Cullen get the beautiful Isabella Swan?!" I heard guys murmur in agreement, which made me blush. "I freaking saw her first, and she totally wanted me. She even proved it by breaking my nose!"

I groaned out loud. "I never freaking wanted him. Is he that of a blonde? He obviously doesn't understand the meaning of someone breaking their nose! It means no!"

"Although he was right about seeing you first," Alice said. "Or wait… Edward was… My bad!"

I shook my head at her. "Let's go get ready for the stinking—overwhelming dance!" I tried to sound enthusiastic, so she'll go easy on me.

"Oh, Bella… Bella, Bella, Bella… Did you really think that trying to be enthusiastic would make me go easy on you? Like I said, you're bad at lying. Trying to act is also in your lying category, since you're bad at it," she said, while shaking her head.

"It was worth a try," I mumbled.

"Oh, my gosh, Bella! You look so beautiful!" Rosalie gushed.

I blushed. "Thanks Rose. But you look way better." It was true she was wearing a blood red, strapless dress that went all the way down to her ankles. It was tight around her hips, showing her curves. Her hair was up in a sophisticated bun with curls framing her model face. She also wore four inch, black stilettos with rhinestones decorating it.

"You still have a low self-esteem?" Rosalie asked. "Bella, for goodness sakes, you are so beautiful! Look at you!" She pushed me towards the full-length mirror.

I was wearing a midnight blue tube-top dress that stopped inches above my knee. It's not the one we bought in the mall. Alice didn't want Edward to know what I was wearing, and since Edward saw that dress, Alice threw it away. Yes, people, threw it away. The dress had a little, black flower on the left side of my chest. The dress was tight around my torso, and the rest of the dress had sparkles around it. I wore black ballet flats with a ribbon on it. I do not want to wear stilettos. My hair was curled with black clips around it. My make-up was simple—only little lip-gloss and other eye product thingies.

"It's just the same old me," I mumbled. "Nothing special."

I heard Alice shout behind me, "YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL! I AM SUCH AN ARTIST! AREN'T I, ROSE?! BELLA, YOU ARE A BEAUTY!"

I turned around and hissed, "Alice! I don't want to get scolded by anyone!"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bells. Like I care—unless it's by Ms. Cope." I noticed she wasn't wearing anything formal.

"Aren't you going to the dance?" I asked.

"No. Jasper and I are going on a date—a very long date," she replied. "Rosie—"

"Don't call me that," Rosalie growled. That kind of reminded me of Edward when Emmett calls him Eddie.

"—here is going to a nightclub with Emmett," Alice went on, ignoring Rosalie. "We want you and Edward to have your alone time."

"We're not even going to be alone," I said.

"That's not what I meant. I meant to say that I want you and Edward to not be bothered—no teasing or anything."

I thought about that for awhile. "I could live with that."

"What do you mean 'Live with that'? Rosalie asked, her voice teasing. "Alice meant only for the dance, not forever."

"A girl can dream!" I shouted, blushing.

"Edward's coming," Alice announced.

"How do you—?" I asked, but got interrupted by someone knocking. "Are you psychic, Alice?"

"No," she replied sarcastically. "My psychic ability depends on people's decisions. He texted me while you were talking to Rosalie. Get the dang door, Bell."

I rolled my eyes at her and opened the door. I gasped. It was my Edward. He looked so handsome.

He was a wearing a black tuxedo, but not buttoned up. He looked like a regular guy going to prom—but he was…wow.

Edward leaned towards me, until our lips were inches apart, and whispered, "You look enormously gorgeous." He pressed his lips softly against mine.

I said when he let go, "Thanks. You look very, very handsome." I blushed after that.

He chuckled. "Thanks." I felt him put something on my wrist. I looked down, and then gasped softly.

It was a beautiful corsage. It had two, beautiful roses on it with elegant ribbons tied around.

"It's beautiful," I whispered. I kissed Edward softly. "Thank you."

He smiled his all-too perfect crooked grin. "Yes, it is beautiful. But this picturesque woman in front of me is much better."

I blushed.

Alice and Rosalie squealed with delight. "Edward—you're such a romantic gentleman!" they both shouted.

"Back off—he's mine," I scolded playfully.

Alice giggled. "I'll definitely keep that in mind. Oh, Edward. I'd have to thank mom for raising you to be such a gentleman. Don't get me wrong, Rosalie. Jasper is a gentleman; it's just—"

Rosalie cut her off, "It's okay, Alice. I agree with you 100 percent."

"Shall we, mademoiselle?" Edward whispered, in his velvety voice.

"We shall, monsieur." He took my hand, and we went outside.

"Bye, guys!" Rosalie and Alice shouted. "Have fun! And remember: use protection!"

Edward and I turned around, and hissed, "Rosalie! Alice!"

Alice laughed—it sound like tinkling bells. "That was total déjà vu, man. Right, Rose—when little Eddie and little Bella went on a date?"

Rosalie smirked. "Oh, yeah, I remember."

I blushed and hid my face in Edward's chest. Edward sighed and led me towards the dance.

"Pay them no mind," Edward whispered in my ear. "At least they're not worse than Emmett and Jasper."

I giggled. "Yeah. Let's get this stinking dance done and over with." Edward led me towards the stairs. What the…?

"Edward?" I called, looking at his perfect face.

"Yes, love?"

"Isn't the dance downstairs?"

"We're not going to the dance."

"Then where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Dang it, you know I hate surprises!" I whined.

"Could you at least do this for me, love? Please?" he asked, dazzling me.

I blushed and hid my face in his chest again. "Fine."

"Thank you. Keep your head in my chest."

I nodded.

He held me while we walked. I tripped a couple of times, but he didn't seem to mind.

"We're here," a musical voice whispered.

I was about to turn my face away from Edward's chest, but Edward stopped me.

"Not yet, my beautiful love. Hold on a second."

"People say that, but they don't mean it. They take about five minutes," I mumbled.

"I don't have super fast speed." He walked a little and stopped. "May I have this dance, my lady?" he asked gallantly.

"There's no music."

"Are you sure?" he asked, and then I heard soft music playing. "You can look now."

I lifted up my head and took in the romantic place. It was the rooftop of the building. The place was covered with roses and candle lights—it really matched the mood. There was a stereo playing music. Everything was just perfect.

I tip-toed and kissed Edward and said, "Thank you—again."

"Anything for my beautiful goddess." He kissed my cheek softly, picked me up, and set me on his feet.

"Good idea," I said. "You wouldn't want the world's clumsiest person fall on top of you—especially since she's about 115 pounds."

"You're light as a feather," he said, grinning goofily at me.

I placed my head on his chest and kept quiet.

"I love you, Edward," I mumbled.

"I love you, too, my love. I will love you forever and ever, till the day I die; no matter what," he whispered lovingly.

I picked up my head, and kissed Edward.

After we let go, I said, "I'm not romantic, so…ditto."

He laughed. "Okay then." Suddenly, he picked me up and placed me on the ground.

"What are you doing, Edward?" I asked confused.

He kissed me on the cheek, and then knelt on the ground. Oh, my…

He took something out of his pocket; it was a black, velvety box. He's going to…

"Isabella Marie Swan," he whispered, his beautiful green eyes gazing in my eyes. "I love you. I love you, so, so, so much. I have waited for the right time, and I practiced in front of the mirror. I bought this ring, and I planned all of this all for you—because I wanted to. I will always love you. I will never hurt you—never ever hurt you. So…if you want me to stop talking…answer yes or no. And if you'll ask me, I prefer yes."

Tears ran down my face fast. My Edward is proposing…to me. Stupid, Bella—answer!!

And, so I said, "Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES!!"

He smiled his crooked grin and opened the box. The ring…was beautiful. The band was gold, and the ring had a beautiful diamond. Edward took my left hand and placed the wonderful ring on my ring finger. He stood up and hugged me tightly—almost tighter than Emmett's hugs.

"Edward!" I laughed.

He loosened his grip on me, and he held me in his chest.

He put his mouth near my ear and whispered, "Thank you."

I kissed him softly. "It's no big deal. It wasn't a hard decision. Now…tell me."

"What?" he said. He started to kiss me on the neck.

"Ho—how much was the ri—ring?" I said. I was completely dazzled.

"You do not want to know, love," he answered.

It was quiet. I just let Edward kiss me. Everything was so perfect—my boyfriend, my friends, my family…my life…everything…

Then I had a revelation.

"OH, MY FREAKING GOSH, I'M GETTING MARRIED!" I shouted.

Fin. :)

I hoped this chapter was good enough. I also hope you like the ending. Sadly, I'm not putting up a sequel, since I have another story in mind. The story won't have that much humor in it, though.

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Monica-san