Edward & the Cello
Author's Note: A suuuuuuuuper short Twilight fic I wrote in the early hours of the morning one midnight shift at work. A gift for Dragen Eyez.
Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
Edward Cullen, master of the piano assumed he was the master of all things musical. Why? Because he's Edward Cullen, duh! So one day he took a trip to Seattle to buy a cello. He had seen many cellists play over the years and figured he had the gist of things. His confidence in himself was maxed. That is, until he got home.
"You can't play the cello," Alice called from her room when Edward passed by.
"I'll prove you wrong, Alice," he called back. His announcement pulled both Emmett and Jasper into the hallway.
"Bet he proves her wrong!" Emmett said to Jasper.
"I give him an hour before he turns the cello into firewood," was Jasper's reply. The two brothers shook on their bet and then turned their gazes on to Edward.
"Get to it, bro!" bellowed Emmett despite being right behind Edward.
"You have an hour to master it," added Jasper, his voice smug and confident. He never lost a wager when it came to betting on Alice. The victory would be especially sweet since it was against Emmett.
Edward rolled his eyes and continued to carry the cello to his bedroom. He knew if he was determined enough he could change the future Alice foresaw. 'And then Jasper will suffer the humiliation for once.'
After an hour, Emmett and Jasper crept up to Edward's bedroom and stood outside the closed door. Emmett grinned broadly as the only sound either Vampire could hear coming from within Edward's room was the perfect sound of him playing the cello. Jasper's jaw dropped as Emmett lout out a loud whoop and pumped his hand into the air victoriously.
"You get to go shopping in Alice's closet now!" Emmett said, elated that someone had finally bet against Alice's visions and won.
"Oh, hey guys, has it been an hour already?" Edward asked, coming up behind Edward.
"Yeah and I wo- Oh damn!" Emmett said, his victorious look turning into one of terror.
"I told you he'd burn it within an hour," Jasper said smugly.
"Actually, I returned it. I've decided against the cello. I got a flute instead," corrected Edward. Jasper and Emmett just looked at each other, both looking grim. "I guess both of you will be shopping in Alice's closet. And yes, pink is your colour, Em," he added, patting both of his brothers on the back before taking his new flute into his bedroom.
The moral of the story? Mess with Edward and you will have a picture of yourself dressed in Alice's clothes framed in the Cullens' living room.
