A/N: Hey y'all! Thanks for waiting me to put the epilogue up! I want you to know that you guys are the BEST! You kept reading even when I didn't update for a week and a half, you put up with my abnormally short chapters, and I don't think I got one flame. This was my first fanfic and I really didn't know what I was doing. So thanks for that!

I am kind of sad that this story is ending- I really enjoyed writing it. But all good things must come to an end, and I didn't want to drag this out until it isn't interesting anymore, ya know? With this finished, I can concentrate more fully on Kidnapped!, which will be nice. And I am seriously considering writing a sequel to this, just so you all know. It probably won't be in a week, maybe a month or so. I'll see. =]

So thanks for everything. And a special thanks to BellaCullen33, who gave me the Skittles idea and the one you are going to be reading very shortly. Geez, I'm getting sentimental. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. But I do own that copy I got for Christmas. I also do not own anything that is copyrighted, like Volvos.

BPOV

Finally, the weekend was over. I was so exhausted. Alice and Rosalie were trying to give me a makeover, but I talked them out of it by saying I needed to sleep and Edward would murder them if I fainted from exhaustion. They backed away fairly quickly after that.

Carlisle and Esme had gone on a cruise to the Caribbeans to have a little R&R after these stressful two days. Not that I blame them. A Caribbean cruise sounded pretty good to me right now, too.

After I had slept for 14 hours straight, Edward asked me if I would like to go out to eat in Port Angeles at a little Italian place. I thought it sounded good, so I went and got cleaned up. Tensions were running pretty high around here after all of our unwilling confessions. Alice and Rosalie would never speak to me again.

I changed into my favorite blue blouse, a denim skirt, and ballet flats, and we drove to Port Angeles in the Volvo. Of course, with Edward's maniac driving, it only took about 20 minutes.

We pulled into the parking lot of a charming Italian restaurant. It was a nice evening out, so we decided to sit in the beer garden. (Is that what they are called? Cause that's what we call them) The slight warm breeze ruffled my hair a bit as we sat down.

A waiter came and stared at me for a couple seconds before I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Edward was looking murderous, and I really didn't want to have to cover up a murder tonight. We ordered food (well, I ordered) and the waiter promised it would be out in a few minutes.

I excused myself to go to the restroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. It was very calm. Too calm. And somebody had left their makeup bag and curling iron in here. Wait, WHAT?!?!?!

The lock clicked behind me. I turned around slowly, afraid of what I would find. And sure enough, there was Alice, with her arms folded and an unnerving smile on her face. I stared at her in horror.

She gave a little giggle and said, "Come on, Bella. You don't really think I would allow you to leave the house looking like that? Hair uncurled and loose? No makeup? Plus it's time for a little sweet revenge for ruining my closet."

I gaped at her for a few moments before I tried to make a mad dash for the door. Of course, she stopped me before I even took a step and forced me into a chair I hadn't noticed was there before. I tried to yell for Edward, but she clapped a hand over my mouth before I could make a sound.

"Now, now"she laughed, looking slightly deranged, "None of that. It's just you, me and the curling irons." Help me, somebody. She's finally cracked.

A/N: Well, there it is! How did you like the ending? Thanks for reading!