A/N

This is my first fanfic, and I don't see myself as much of a writer but I like the idea I had in my head so I decided to give it a trail run. If you guys like it and want to read more then I will continue and if not then I will give it up and let the masters work. If I were to continue, there will be BPOV and CharliePOV as well. In my head this story has a lot of potential and I know where I want this to go, lots of drama, lots of angst and a whole lot of sexy Edwardness.

Any similarities with my Edward and the Edwards expressed in other fanfics, or rather any similarities period, is coincidental, I swear. I'm not trying to steal anyone's ideas so I apologize before hand if it seems that way. And I don't own Twilight or its associates, SM does, the credit is all hers.

FYI - AH, OOC

EPOV

Fuck my life.

I suppose this is all my fault, I shouldn't have allowed myself to think I would get away with it this time. I had finally pushed my luck too far and now I was leaning against the side of my car, damning Chief Swan to the fiery pits of hell as he used his cell phone to call Carlisle. Dr. Carlisle Cullen, my father, must have told him that, after I had come home drunk off my ass last weekend, he had taken my license away and that I wasn't supposed to be driving my car. There could be no other reason why he pulled me over - I hadn't made any illegal turns, or ran a stop sign or anything, hell, I wasn't even speeding! And I knew this for a fact because I'm not an idiot. I knew I was breaking the rules so I followed all the traffic laws to the fucking T. So, it took me by surprise when I saw those ever-so-fucking-ominous red and blue lights flash in my review mirror. Realization dawned on me then and I mentally slapped myself because I should have known Carlisle would go to the chief and ask him to keep an eye out for me. I should have been more careful. And now I was going to have to spend another night in Carlisle's office, going over his rules… his endless, asinine rules.

Fuck my life, indeed.

As the chief briefed Carlisle on the situation, I dug in my pocket for my cigarettes, risking getting them confiscated and leaving myself open for a lecture about the "dangers" of smoking and all that other bullshit, but I didn't give a fuck - I would get another one tomorrow before school if he took them. So, I lit a cigarette, took a reverent pull, leaned my head back slightly, and exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate into the cold night air. I didn't know what kind of trouble I was in, but since the chief was yet to actually arrest me and he was using his personal phone to call Carlisle, I assumed it was minimal.

I looked over at him as he spoke into the phone and watched him for a moment as I enjoyed my cigarette but he must have felt my stare because he looked at me suddenly and smirked, one side of his big ass mustache lifting. And in that moment, I wanted to pound him into the ground; a task I know I could manage because Charlie Swan isn't a particularly big man. He's as tall as me, which would put him at 6'2", but slighter than my 200 pounds… I guess you could call him… wiry? Maybe. Well wiry or not, he was a cop, after all, and he did have a gun. Not that I was worried about that, I knew he wouldn't use it. To be perfectly honestly, I was more worried about the yellow taser strapped to his belt - he had a look about him that screamed "I'm a pussy! I'd much rather incapacitate you instantly than draw my gun and hope you're scared enough to comply willingly." And tasers hurt. A lot. So I let it go.

Resigned, I leaned back against my car and smoked my cigarette. I nestled deeper into my jacket as the cold started to seep in and stood there smoking while l listened to the chief's one-sided conversation. Apparently, he had spotted my car as he had been walking out of the gas station and then proceeded to follow me for a bit. Then he told Carlisle the exact thing that killed me about the whole situation; that if it had been a minute later he wouldn't have seen me at all.

Just my fucking luck, huh? It seemed about right; things hadn't been going well for me as of late. As of ever, actually.

After an excruciatingly long minute, he finally told Carlisle our location so he could come pick me up. I was grateful that I wasn't being arrested again but I guessed it was more some kind of personal favor to Dr. Cullen than the chief deciding to be lenient with me for once – he's usually as harsh as the law allowed. Power-crazy motherfucker. And I knew this wasn't going to be the last time I would have a run-in with the chief, it was only a matter of time before we met again.

I can truly say I hate the bastard; Chief Swan, protector of the small town of Forks, Washington, Mr. I'm-always-in-the-right-place-at-the-right-time-to-catch-Edward-every-single-fucking-time-he-decides-to-break-the-rules. And apparently, now he was Mr. I-have-nothing-better-to-do-in-this-shit-hole-town-than-to-be-Dr. Cullen's-watch-dog. As if I need this shit. I suppressed a sigh as the memories of all our encounters flooded my mind; the times he had caught me skipping school, the time he got me for underage drinking, when he caught me smoking weed, the time he found me in the back seat of my car with a girl… the list goes on.

"Alright, Edward," he said, walking over to me, finally having hung up with Carlisle. "Dr. Cullen's comin' to pick you up."

I felt a momentary pang of guilt for causing Carlisle and Esme, my mother, to lose sleep; it was three in the morning and he had to be at the hospital at six so I knew he probably wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight, what with the rule review and all and my mom woke up for work around six as well. But I was essentially a selfish being so my guilt was short-lived.

"What about my car?" I asked, using my thumb and middle finger to pitch my cigarette into the street. The chief didn't seem to like my blatant littering in front of his face, but he ignored it in light of his next comment.

"Well, after tonight, I'm not so sure that this car belongs to you anymore." He said with that same fucking smirk as earlier and the urge to pound on him flared again, only this time, far more intense. Where I found the restraint to resist it, I don't know. He let me chew on his comment for minute before adding, "He's bringing Emmett to drive it back."

Fucking, bitch! I grimaced and suppressed the thought. It wasn't that I had anything against Emmett, my brother, I loved the motherfucker, but I never let anyone drive my car, not even Carlisle and technically speaking, it was his car. He had given it to me for my birthday and legally it remained in his name, but in essence, it was my car… was my car…

"Ha!" he snickered at my obvious aversion to his comment, and somehow managed to look down his nose at me. "Maybe now you'll get the picture that you can't just go around doing whatever you want, whenever you want, kid."

Whatever will power I was using to keep my previous anger at bay was completely obliterated by that one extremely belittling and – to me at least - extremely disrespectful word. I was not a fucking kid.

"Kid?" I asked, calmly using my foot to push away from the car and turning to face Chief Swan. He was backed up against the car now and his eyes widened slightly as I saw a very brief, but very real look of fear in his brown eyes that only fueled my anger. "Do I look like a fucking kid to you?" I asked as I stood leaning into him with my arms crossed over my chest. Intimidation was my goal and at first it looked to be working. But he was having none of that. He moved with almost startling speed as he quickly pivoted his body around me and was now in the middle of the street with his hand was on his yellow taser. I stifled a chuckle as the chief all but confirmed my suspicions. He didn't say anything as he stood there, he just stared at me. He was probably waiting for me to make another move before drawing the taser, but I wasn't in the mood to antagonize him further, so I sulked back against my car yet again, resigned to let him win this round. When he realized I wasn't going to be difficult he nodded his head victoriously, smirked again and walked back to his cruiser to get out of the cold. Pussy. A thought crossed my mind that perhaps it was merely department protocol to use the taser over the gun and I shook my head, I liked my reasoning much better.

Most cops probably wouldn't leave their detainee alone like this but we both knew I wasn't going anywhere. It was border line police brutality if you asked me, I couldn't even get back in my car since he had already taken my keys, so I was left to stand out in the blistering fucking cold, freezing my ass off. It was January and my guess was that it was just at or maybe even below freezing tonight. Luckily, my house wasn't too far away and Carlisle would be here soon. I leaned against my car, huddled in my jacket, and waited.

After a few minutes I heard the soft purr of Carlisle's Mercedes as he slowed to a stop in front of my Volvo. Emmett got out of the car first and I noticed he looked less than half awake. Poor guy. I made a mental note to apologize to him later; he liked his sleep almost as much as I liked my car. Then Carlisle stepped out and I felt even worse because I thought Emmett looked bad… Carlisle looked like shit. He was disheveled, his blonde hair was a mess and he was he had dark circles under his eyes. I didn't see my mother so I assumed she had stayed in bed. And when Carlisle saw me he didn't even really look at me, he just walked past me towards the chief's cruiser. I watched him as he approached the cruiser but was distracted when I realized Emmett was now at my side.

"So, you had to get caught the night before we go back to school?" He said quietly, his voice still think with sleep.

I scoffed, "My bad, man." It was all I could say and apparently it was all the apology Emmett needed, he just rolled his eyes and shrugged. I was forgiven. Sometimes I'm amazed at how lucky I am to have a brother like Emmett. He's older than me by a year and much larger but he's just a big kid at heart. And after all the shit I've put him through, he was never mad at me, never held a grudge. He's not only my brother, he's my best friend and he knew where I went and why I went there so nothing else needed to be said.

"I ain't mad at you, bro," He said with a smile but it faded quickly, "Dad's pissed though; he didn't say a word the whole drive. Didn't even tell me what happened, he just woke me up and said 'let's go'. I assumed it had somethin' to do with you so I came quietly." He was looking straight ahead but he turned his eyes in my direction, "How'd he catch you?"

I told Emmett the story and my theory and he nodded and hmm'd but didn't say anything. I knew that if he knew about Carlisle's trap he would have told me, so I didn't even bother asking. We waited quietly against the car while Carlisle thanked the chief. He walked over to us and handed my keys to Emmett.

"Take the Volvo back and get some sleep. If your mother's awake or asks you, just tell her we'll be home later." He still wouldn't look at me; instead his eyes followed the fading lights of the chief's cruiser.

Where the hell are we going now? I wasn't expecting him to be so upset, all things considered, it could have been a lot worse.

Emmett stared blankly at Carlisle. "Uhhh… ok..." He looked as lost as I felt about the whole "later" thing but didn't say anything as he shot me an apologetic glance and got in my car. He started the engine quickly and pulled out, and I stood there in awkward silence with Carlisle.

I didn't know if I should say anything to him or not but I figured starting off with an apology was probably best. I hung my head and pawed at the ground with the toe of my shoe, hamming it up a bit. "Dad, look, I'm sor- "

"Just get in the car, Edward," was all he said as he walked back to his car, still not looking at me.

Yeah. This is gonna suck.

--

We were sitting in a booth at the fairly empty Forks Dinner, which was mercifully open 24/7. We had both ordered coffee but neither of us was drinking; instead we were having, what I would call, a stare down. It was impossible to read the emotion in his eyes but it looked like he was trying to decide the best way to start in on me. The good thing was that he didn't look mad, just really annoyed. Carlisle and I have always had a very easy relationship, he's great father; he provides for our family, he spends as much quality time with us as he can spare in his hectic schedule and, when it comes down to it, we're friends. So, I knew Carlisle would forgive me, he always did. He was kind of a push over and not only with me but with Emmett as well, it's just in his nature to forgive. But, I always worried that one day I would go too far and he wouldn't be so forgiving, but considering my offense tonight was almost insignificant compared to some of the other ones, I hoped I would get off with a warning.

Carlisle opened his mouth as if he was about to speak but quickly closed it again, he did this several times before he finally spoke. "You know we took your license away for a reason, right? And you know you're not allowed to drive you're car until I give it back to you, so why did you do it?" He waited for me to respond and when I didn't, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, and then he placed his elbow on the table and rubbed his face. "Was this the first time? That you've snuck out, I mean."

"Yes." Lie.

He gave me a disbelieving look, "Honestly, Edward."

"I am being honest, Dad." But I wasn't; this wasn't the first time. In fact, I probably couldn't tell you the number of times I've done it. But I leaned forward with my hands clasped in front of me and my elbows on the table and continued my lie, "Look, I'm sorry I snuck out and I'm sorry I took my car when I know I'm not allowed, and I'm just sorry about everything, I was bored."

He raised his eye brows at me, "You were bored?" He asked incredulously.

Ok, maybe I should have gone with another excuse. But I was already in too deep so I stuck with my lie again, I just wanted to get this over with. "Well, yeah. I mean, school starts up again tomorrow and I just wanted one more night to myself," I shrugged.

Carlisle brought a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes slowly, after a few seconds he leaned back in his seat and chuckled humorlessly. "Edward… you're grounded." Yeah, I saw that coming. "For a month." A month?! "Don't look at me like that; just be glad it's not longer. You're mother is very upset with you and I want you to know that I've asked Chief Swan to keep an eye on you. You're lucky he had plans this morning and didn't want to take the time to deal with this properly," he said as he poured cream into his coffee.

"Oh, yeah I'm real lucky." I rolled my eyes. "That guys a prick."

"That may be." He took a sip of his coffee, "But please try to stay out of his hair, son. His daughter is coming to live with him and he hasn't been in her life very much, so the last thing he needs right now is to put up with your bullshit while he tries to make amends."

My eyebrows shot up.

"His daughter?" I only knew the chief as a prick, it was too hard to imagine him as a father.

"Yeah, she used to come spend the summer with him until a few years ago, but she stopped coming around all of a sudden. From what I hear, she's about your age, probably in the same grade as you."

I laughed internally at the thought of Chief Swan having a teenage daughter. What must that be like?

I lingered on the thought for a second but then remembered that Carlisle had just said that this girl had been to Forks before and it didn't make sense to me why someone would willingly move back to this shithole. So either she actually liked it here, which I doubted, or she was moving against her will, or maybe she was just crazy or something. "So, what's up with her?"

But Carlisle was no longer paying attention to me; instead he had pulled out his Blackberry and was scrolling through it. "What do you mean?" He asked absently.

"Like, what's wrong with her? Why would she wanna live with the chief all of a sudden?" I figured I could use my well known disdain for the chief to extract more information.

He shot me a condescending look, "I don't think there's anything wrong with her, Edward. She probably just wants to get to know her father better or something, it's not irrational." He looked down at his watch and grimaced; it was now five in the morning. "Anyway, we should get back, I have to get ready for my shift and you need to get cleaned up for school." He took out his wallet and dropped a couple of bills on the table. He stood and I followed his lead but as we were standing he looked at me so suddenly I was a bit taken aback. But then I knew what was coming. "Edward?"

"Yeah..?"

He looked me dead in the eye, "Don't let this happen again, or I will take your car back for good."

He was all kinds of serious and it kind of made me want to laugh but I also really wanted this to just be over so I set my jaw, put on my most reassuring expression, gave him my best smile, and I lied once more, "Dad, this will not happen again."

He held my gaze for what felt like minutes. I think he was looking for remorse or something but he knew he wasn't going to find anything so he finally nodded. "And if your mother asks, tell her I really laid in on you." And then he gave me a wide, toothy smile that I couldn't help but return and I was reminded of just how much I love my dad even though sometimes I forget.

He smiled wider still and clapped me on my back with a very prideful expression… and just like that… it was over.

--

When we got home my mother was already up. And she was waiting for me in the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island, leaning against the counter by the coffee maker wearing a grey pant suit with a white collared shirt, very professional. As Carlisle walked around the island to give her a kiss she gave him an appraising look before she allowed him the sentiment.

I understood that look.

She was trying to figure out if he had followed the game plan, if he had disciplined me accordingly, because I'm sure that before he left to pick me up she had told him what was to be said about the infraction. But she knew as well as I did that Carlisle just didn't have it in him to punish his sons, he never had, he never will. And since I knew that she knew this, I've been expecting this ever since I first saw those flashing lights in my rear view mirror.

I walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice while they said their good mornings and what-nots, poured myself a big glass and took my seat at the island. And just like I knew would happen, once Carlisle left she turned on me.

"Are you going to tell me where you were or should I just assume the worst and be satisfied with that? Because, regardless, I'm still very disappointed in you, Edward."

And there it was, right off the bat, the one thing in this world that could bring me to my knees; my mother's disappointment in me. She pulled this shit every time, and every time, it worked like a fucking charm. Hook, line, and guilt-trip sinker. She knew how to break me. She's my mother, of course she does.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Carlisle and we're close but… with my mom, well it's different. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a straight up mama's boy, that's a title I'd willingly bare for the world to see because my mom is the shit. And I'm her baby, her youngest - her favorite, we all know it. But Emmett's cool; he has Carlisle, I have my mother. She doesn't neglect Em or anything, he's still her first born, she doesn't love him any less, it's just different with me. And if I have one redeeming quality left, it's that I love my mother, heart and soul and I would do anything for her, be whoever she wanted me to be if it would make her happy, if I could always make her proud of me.

Yet, what was I doing now? I was doing the opposite, I was disappointing her.

I was failing.

And I don't fucking fail.

I raised my head to look her in the eye. "Mom… I wasn't doing anything bad," I pleaded with my eyes for her to believe me even though we both knew I was full of shit; I just couldn't bear the thought of her thinking the worst of me. It didn't help that she gave me a very disbelieving look. So, I dug deeper, "I swear I wasn't. I was just driving around."

"Do you think I like being lied to my face?"

Oh. It was one of those days. One of those intervention days where she didn't allow herself to fall for my shit, she had a point to make. I sighed, kind of wanting to laugh again but mortified all the same.

"Edward," she continued as she rounded the island and took my face in her hands, a gesture I would allow only her to do, "I'm your mother and I love you to death and that will never change but you are being stupid and reckless and I don't know what else I can say to get your attention, but this has to stop. I can't keep doing this with you. I cannot spend one more sleepless night worrying about my baby, wondering what it is that I've done that has made you do these things, made you act this way." As her tears started to fall from her deep emerald eyes, the same eyes that she had given to me, I was finally getting it. She thought it was her fault. She blamed herself for my failure. "But I know there is nothing I can say to stop you. I know you're going to do what you want. All I can do is wait for you to realize that what you are doing is wrong, and that's all I can do."

I was ending this now, before I lost it myself. I hate see my mom cry, the only thing I hate more is that I'm the source of her grief. I stood up and cradled her face in my hands now as I towered over her, "This is not your fault, Mom. I don't want you to think like that, you did nothing wrong. You raised me right, you and dad both. You taught me well, and I'm not an idiot, I know what I'm doing, I just need to figure some stuff out." She appraised me for a minute and I could tell she wanted to say more but she knows how goddamn stubborn I am so I reassured her, "I promise I'll be better. I don't want you to worry."

She reached up to stoke my cheek with her soft hand, rubbing her thumb against the light stubble on my jaw, "I'll always worry about my baby."

I sighed, I could feel the forgiveness coming, one more move and I'd have her. I jutted out my bottom lip, giving her the pout I'd been using since second grade to get my way. "You forgive me?"

She sighed, knowing I was playing her but helpless to stop it nonetheless, "What choice do I have?" She pulled my head down and kissed my forehead gently, "But until I say so, you're riding to school with your brother."

Mother. Fuck.

She got me.

Because in the end, she always did.

Because she was my mother.

I hung my head and without another word she left me standing in the middle of the kitchen, completely fucking punished.

--

Part of me wanted to kill my mother for subjecting me to this bullshit. I guess she thought it would be funny to have me ride to school with Emmett for the duration of my grounding but for me it was pure torture. But I knew that if anything, this was the perfect punishment. Riding with Em alone was fine, I could be very happy with that. Like I said, my brother and I get on very well. But, as it were, Emmett has a girlfriend who rides to and from school with him. And again, I love the shit out of my brother… but his girlfriend was a whole other issue. She and I get on great too but, she and Em are just too damn gross for me to stomach. I haven't met anyone who can tolerate being around them for more than a few minutes.

And now, I'm sitting in the back seat of Emmett's jeep watching him and Rose grope each other, and it's unsettling. We just picked her up from her house and as soon as she was in the car, she was on Emmett. It's disgusting how intense they are with each other sometimes. And they've always been this way, even from day one. I understand that there's a honeymoon phase but it was anything but a phase for these two, they've been dating for a solid year and a half, and they're just as happy as always. I rarely see them mad with each other; I don't think they ever fight and I doubt they've even ever broken up, which is saying something for any teenage relationship. Watching them pet each other makes me wonder if perhaps it's their intense passion for each other makes them such a good match, because I will admit that, they are perfect for each other. Emmett and Rosalie are like fire and ice; when Rose gets mad or upset its Em that calms her, and when he gets too excited over something, she brings him back down to earth - the hot chick and the cool guy… fire and motherfucking ice.

I cleared my throat.

It didn't work, they were still wrapped around each other with no end in sight.

So I did it again, louder.

Still nothing. I sighed.

"Fucking seriously?!"

Rosalie kept kissing Em but her eyes met mine for a moment before she finally broke away and glanced at me. "Oh, I forgot about you." She gave Emmett one last peck before turning around and facing me, "Now, how long will you be gracing us with your presence, Edward?" she chirped, a huge ass grin on her face.

"As long as I can handle seeing you two trying to devour each other. It won't be long, though, I can feel the vomit coming up." I put my fist to my mouth and faked a gag. I usually teased them like this, I didn't really worry that I would offend her, she'd been around so long she was practically family too.

She chuckled softly and turned around to face the windshield. As Em was pulling away from the curb, she reached out and caressed his forearm, "We need to find him a girl, honey bunny." I smiled despite myself because her pet name for Em never failed to make me do so. Pulp Fiction. Emmett had himself a good girl and, I'll admit, sometimes she's pretty fucking cool.

Em let out his trademark hearty chuckle and grabbed hold of her hand, intertwining his fingers with her, "He needs more than that, sweetness."

Truer words had never been spoken.

A/N

Ok, there it is. I would love to read what you guys think, I'm open to criticism but please be kind. I tried to add a little humor in there, overall I want there to be quite a bit in this story, I think a funny Edward is the shit.

Sorry if the grammar and punctuation are off, I was never good at it.

You got questions? I got answers. Lets get it on!