Well, this is going to be my first real story on FanFiction. I have a AIM story so go check it out!

Anyway. I hope you guys like my pathetic excuse for a story! :)

Disclaimer: I do Not own Twilight OR the characters.

I rolled over to the other side of the bed with a pounding pain in my head. I groaned while I flung a arm over my eyes. I drunk to much last night that was for sure. After all, this was Vegas.

I took my arm off of my face and tried to make the room in front of me to stop blurring. Finally, I was able to see. I looked around the room to discover that I was in some fancy, expensive hotel suite. The bed I was sitting up on had gold covers and gold pillow cases, with a huge window looking over the city of Las Vegas.

I finally got the will power to get up and walk over to the window. Holy shit. What did I do?!

I frantically looked down at what I was wearing, or if I was wearing anything at all, and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I was wearing the same clothes from the bar yesterday; A tight red cocktail dress that barley covered my butt and breasts. I ran my hands through my unruly brown locks, trying to look presentable. But I knew that wouldn't happen.

I thought back to how I was wearing clothes and how glad I was that I didn't pass my virginity on to some man whore.

Then, the door to the right of the bed opened, to revel a god in red tight boxers-briefs, followed by a bunch of white steam.

I stared at him wide eyed. He had bronze hair that still was a little damp from the shower he just took I am guessing. My eyes had a mind of it's own while they traveled down his chiseled chest, down his very, very muscular legs, and back up again. My mouth dropped at the sight of him.

I looked back up to his face to catch him doing the same thing to me. Great. He doesn't like what he sees. Not that I could blame him or anything.

I could feel the familiar heat spread quickly on my face while I tried to look away from him, but for some reason...I couldn't. My brown eyes locked with his emerald green ones, and I forgot how to breathe. I felt my knees go weak while he had an amused expression on his face.

He was the first to speak. "Who are you?"

I was speechless. He didn't know me either? Oh god. What have I done?

"Yo-You don't know me?" I stammered. Who the heck is this guy?

He shook his head. "No. I was hoping that you would have known me..or at least remembered me."

I felt a shock of guilt. "Oh. I'm really sorry. It's just...I had to many drinks last night and trust me I am not usually like this! I usually am all quiet and conservative because of this one-"

He interrupted me, smiled."It's okay! You don't have to apologize. I did the same thing last night to you know." He chuckled, "I am not usually like this either."

A silence took over the room for a couple moments. It was not an awkward silence...but a comfortable one.

I cleared my throat, nervous for what his reaction to the question I was about to ask. 'Umm...Did...We...Uh...'Do' anything...you know...last night?"

I felt a deep blush come cross my face as I looked down to the floor waiting for it to go away.

Silence.

Oh my god. He's not saying anything! We did something! I knew it! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Why did I have to be so stupid last night? What if I'm pregnant?! Okay. Calm down, Bella. When was your last period? I don't know!

A pale, long finger lifted my chin up so I was looking into the face of the guy who might have knocked me up.

I'm guessing he saw my panic, because his eyes got wide and he shook his head.

"No. We didn't do anything last night. Or at least...I don't think so." He smiled and let go of my chin. I couldn't help but feel a huge wave of relief flood through me.

I laughed. "I thought I just got knocked up."

He smirked, and then stuck out his hand. "My name is Edward Cullen. I didn't get a change to introduce myself last night." He winked.

I laughed, but stuck my left hand anyway. "My name is Bella Swan. Nice to meet you." I waited for him to shake my hand, but then I realized he was just starring at it with a horrified look on his face.

"What?" I asked. He pointed down to my left hand. I looked at it, and saw a huge diamond ring on my ring finger.

"It's so beautiful." I whispered while I brought my hand up to my face to examine it more closely.

Then, reality struck me,

"We're MARRIED?!"

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me if you want me to continue the story!

Love,

Blushing-Blondie