"YOU'RE MARRIED?!" She shouted through her phone.

She winced. A hand of a finger in one of her earholes, distanced herself slightly as she brought it further from her ears. Averithe grimaced. It was a mistake to bring it too close to her ears.

A literal shout. She didn't know she was capable of doing that at all. From the other side of the line, she might as well have it falling into her eardrums.

Jesus.

"YOU'RE MARRIED." She shouted, awfully stated.

"Well, Almost. And I'm getting, married. Not ye-"

Hands in the back of her jeans- which she realised she wasn't wearing any of them. She was wearing a night-dress, a nightgown which she'd grown so accustomed to that it was a part of her routine of a daily schedule. And she awkwardly slid it back forward to the front of her thighs, falling at her side.

"When are you going to tell me?" She softly whined.

"I'm telling you now." She flatly replied.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "As soon as you get everything organised, you tell me."

Silence.

She didn't think that Renesmee would be the type of person to be so hyped about this. She'd figured she would be the calm person who would take this and things as it is, calmly, not like some wrecker-of-a-bulldozer. She didn't think that she would be that type of person. Really. But she didn't think that it was all that bad for her, or bring in death, she supposed. It might be because she told her that she was single.

And all herself can do, she mentioned that all she did, or what she can do was everything was read diaries of people, watch petty, soapy operas and watch a marathon all day on TV. She heard, and it seemed a lot like her.

Besides being a vampire. It might be one of the reasons why that made it hard for her-  vampires to find love? She thought of it.

And she didn't know if she was reading, or could her mind.

But it was out in the open now. And she could not do a thing right now.

Besides, that Cain that proposed to her like a mad man. And that like a gorilla-of-a-man that he is, she really had no idea that he was gonna do it. Not even a clue, or a single picture close in her head. Nada.

She hadn't had the time yet to be able to clearly think after the skate. And the skating rink. Rather, falling, over at it, she meant. And all Cain did was laugh at her before he came, propped her up and helped her on her own two feet. Her frowning didn't stop him from doing it. She was that bad at it.

And that her sorry ass was sore by the time she reached to the bottom of the lobby, and the elevator upwards towards her room of doom. And all she had was to sit down, but she went against it. Her muscles hurt from the hours and from the falling of a skating. That was all she could think about.

She spaced out.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm here." She answered quick.

After the incident, that she had an urge to tell Renesmee about everything. Her face was feeling flushed after the disembarking moment, and going back to her room was hell. She felt like she was on fire. Even though it was winter. And she would want her to be the special person who would be so happily in attending her wedding.

And once she checked and flipped out her phone, she was surprised to see a missed call from Renesmee. Surprisingly, she got a message from her, that said 'Sorry, just testing things out. Call me when you need anything!!'

It rang up a bell inside her head, she almost wanted to ask her to hang out, and here she was texting her first. And she was the one billowong with ecstasy. Not the drunk kind.
She had a friend.

And so, here she was calling her.

But she didn't expect her to be such a beaver.

She didn't know where to start. She got proposed, and had a meal that could fill her a whole 3 days of worth of food. But her stomach felt fine now.

She redirected herself, to her phone. She had been spacing out quite a lot these days, and it's all because of that man.
Much of his fault anyways.

"YOU'RE MARRIED..!" She shouted again.

And she didn't know if she should feel ecstatic, as she jolted about that.

Just 3 times, Averithe.

Shouting again, she didn't know if she was protesting, or happy for her. Averithe had told her that she  found him in a certain party or something, and that they eventually lived together, he was a vampire, and here they were getting married.

Her first response, was that of a huff of Renesmee getting worried if she was alright. If she was okay. If she was okay, having a husband as a vampire.

She was chill with it.

And she said she was fine with it. No problem. Except the simplest pollinations that they would have to have time to time, day to day arguments during the day, maybe at at night that she'd have to have nightmares through the night. It was an exaggeration.

So seldomly it was out of no cause, it was no problem.

And it made her smile.

And they talked. And talked, until, "Yes?" She asked.

And she realized Renesmee had been blabbing, and talking for the far North that she had been in her head.

"I said, did you hear what I just said?"

"What? No-"

She huffed, her breath crackling against the holes of her phone, "As I said, I have recently found an interesting place where it's great to have some friends over and an outing dinner with the hanging out kind of thing. They get to give booze and beer, sometimes freebies on the first visit or purchase. And it's been told it is popular among college students." Her breath crackling against her phone.

Averithe nodded. "O-okay."

"And bring your husband with you."

"What?" She almost slammed the phone to the ground.

"Bring him with you. I want to see my future husband of a best friend who's going to marry into her soul -  her life. And he better not sneak out or reject this offer." It almost sounded like a warning. "No bailing out in the middle of dinner either." She could imagine her wiggling a finger while speaking. "And I'll
secret in on a thought that he might be as handsome as I think he would." She joked, chuckling, almost to a giggle.

Stop! Her words went straight through and into her head. She wasn't sure if that was a thing.

She giggled. From the other side of the phone that it sounded to a pure laughter, and a new chime to her head. Might as well make it as a ringtone?

'What's his name?' She asked after awhile.

"Cain." She silently replied.

She got a soft giggle as a response.

"I- I'm not sure that he's the type to hang out with people for a night outing.." She reasoned. "You know how men could be.." She trailed off, couldn't even imagine it inside her head. He would rather stay put and do nothing.
Moreover at the hotel. She meant.
He will surely reject her offer at the first question. Definitely. He definitely would, and he wasn't that type of person who would jump in agreement, he told her this before, and would and rather stay alone with his papers of work documents.

"Just try it."

Silence.

Try what now?

She huffed, "Afraid of being left out?" She added.

She didn't know what to answer.
The lighting of her room which was a dark-grey gloom did not help her at all, to settle into the mood or either think.

It was late, and Cain was sleeping in the other bed, and she didn't know if he was toning in or listening or not. She could hear his soft snores so it's best to think that way.

And she was left all alone facing the moonlight which she chose
to be by the bedside of. To see the moonlight. And to be close to the window. That's all. And so she could see the view and the sky light at night. And she just wanted a window.

And Cain didn't protest when she asked.
He just nodded in appreciation. Weirdly.

Rather now she felt confused on what to think and what else to talk about. Definitely not redirecting it to Cain anymore.

Silence.

"Relax. We're all vampires. And I'm sure that he wouldn't he wouldn't be so awkward with the same species around. Well, except you, you're human, but you're married into the family, but besides, you have me by your side!" She spoke from the line. "You know that I'll sit next to you for always so we could chat and catch up on.. our daily activities.." She heard her holding in a giggle.

'Awkward.'

"Right."
She smiled.

"So, when are you going to have the wedding?"

Her smile dropped down.

"I don't know, mm - we decided there won't be an engagement, so we'll be getting married right away, but there'll be photos and all those stuff." She rambled, "And It'll be pretty much making the invitations and preparations. And sending it out later of the day-  not long. And, so you might want to get a new dress." She ended up with it.

Renesmee could be heard giggling from the other side, feeling a hot flush to her cheeks. Did she just say everyone and everything?

"That was quick." She commented. 

"'Yeah, it won't be that too long of a wait. So do expect to receive a letter in the mail soon. Of course, you're the attendee of honor." She giggled. Surprised from the sound, she didn't know where that came from, paranoid of people heard her echo as if they were passing by the room.

"Aw.." She heard her coo through her phone, she sighed, "You tell me if you need anything. I'm here anyway, and I'm pretty loaded so I can grab anything in minutes of a moment to spare. But no marijuana-drugs." She spokenly clear.

Of course not.

"Sure, okay."

"Great." She sighed, her breath crackling through the phone. "So, we'll hang out, and then we'll join the others at the place for dinner, then?" She asked.

Silence.

She thought for a moment.

"What if I get lost?" She ended up asking. She was a pimp in finding directions, and she couldn't even read maps. She said whisperingly low as she asked her a question, wishing Renesmee would answer to her questioniningly so, in a way, while pressing her phone against her cheek so hard that it hurt. Why was she so nervous?

Something worried in her voice. "Yes, of course, whatever you want and suits you the best." She answered softly.

"Time and place?" She asked in her vocals.

"I'll text you later, maybe a day sooner, you can track it on location, and we can get to meet it up later.

She could only hum in response. Her mind taken over by the swirling method of confusion in her front brain. She didn't know how to act, how to talk, and where it was she was going. She couldn't, heck, hang out with normal humans her age for god sake, let alone vampires that Renesmee really want to hang out with and ask for a night dinner?
Someone had better got to be kidding her. But she didn't say that aloud of course, or even speak of it out loud into the world. Never.

"Then, I'll call you as soon as I decide the date and time, okay?" She said from the other side of the line, and Averithe nodded understood.

"Okay."

"See you later then. Gotta go catch up on my marathon and go to sleep." She replied family.

"Okay."

"Hey, make sure you get that husband of yours in a good mood, okay? Wouldn't want to miss the groom on the first outing." She lightly joked.

And she was sure if she were Cain as of right now, he wouldn't get the joke.

"Ha-ha." She almost rolled her eyes up with her eyes bulging at the ceiling. Which she looked away. "All right." Her eyes cascaded against the moonlight lit sky. It was nice.

"Bye." She spoke again, almost ended the line when Averithe spoke again.

"Wai-  Do you- have a boyfriend?" She blabbed out of her mouth. 

"What?"

Renesmee almost ended the line. Almost.

She didn't know how it came out, but she was sure it came out right. She bit her lip. She thought that it'd make things interesting.

"W- what?" Renesmee asked again, as if she didn't hear it right.

Well, she definitely heard that right.

Averithe. The one question that Renesmee didn't expect to hear from her slur outright, didn't know what to say as she stood and sat on her bed, a squeak fr underneath her. And Averithe had always wanted to ask that questioniningly, if she already had one..s Lingering.

Floating in her mind. So weirdly it popped out as if it was a pie from the oven.

She didn't know what to say.

She-Averithe hoped that Renesmee wasn't offended or as if she sounded insincere about that question.

"What? No.." She finally answered, sounding bewildered from the other side of the phone.

"Well, you're single. And I think-"

She thought it would be nice if Renesmee had a boyfriend she would hang her arms with her hanging out of the both of them. She thought it'd not be too awkward, and she might look even cuter with - as a couple. In a call, walking on the isle, or even on the podium.

"No, I do not have a boyfriend." Her voice simply came out as a huff. Signalling that it was the end of it. "I don't need a boyfriend as of right now, thank you very much."

'And I can take care of myself completely, thank you." She added.

Somehow, it doesn't sound that coherent to Averithe -  just a slight.

"Oh.." She trailed off.

She didn't know what to say anymore or what to ask of her forgiveness if she ever said it wrongly aloud.

"I'll -  I'll talk to you later." She spoke.

Seemingly wanting to shut the phone off right now.

"O-okay, bye." She muttered, and she ended the line and with a click, before she followed suit and flipped her phone shut. As she laid down with a soft sigh as her flopped flopped over and her hair splayed, and cascaded out against the bed sheets, Cool to her scalp with her as raised in surrender against the linen sheet. She didn't know what else to think. What to expect.

She was glad. And it was her first time having a phone call with whom she would gladly announce as her best friend. As one of the good sides of keeping, and having a contact list.

She was in an awkward position, she knew, with her hair splayed out, and her legs slightly dangling off the floor. She felt them sore. But she didn't mind. She could think. She was just feeling tired.

She didn't know that being engaged, not as if she was protesting, and getting a little ready to get married could be a troublemaker.

"Bye." She muttered to herself..

She did not know what she had just got herself into.

Staring down from her lower lash at the cascading innings of the moonlight, she felt doozy, sleepy and tired, through the window -  that it looked so calm, yet so dark, and if she could, she just wanted to reach, and grab it with her hands, and settle it in the palm of her hands.
Or a whole entire universe of glimmering stars in the sky.

Her soul.

Yes, she was out of it.

She, herself -  of her soul was feeling heavy. And she didn't know why. She felt her eyelids getting drowsy -- a little bit heavy. A whole lot. A mixture of sleepiness and an entirely sense of just to sleep, and rest.

So she did the one thing that she could.
She closed her eyes. And she went to sleep.