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"I say, London!" Emmett's voice boomed in and around the house. They were trying to decide on somewhere to go on vacation.

"We've already been there before," Rosalie complained. "I say, Venice."

"We've been there too," Alice pointed out, flipping through a fashion magazine. They were all contemplating where to go, and arguing back and forth about it. Edward was playing his piano. Jasper was on the floor reading his book, keeping the three of them from killing one another. Esme escaped to her garden. And Carlisle….. Was pretending he was Michael Jackson. They could hear him from the downstairs living room, trying to mimic his high pitched girly voice.

"Oh, no!" Alice sighed, running a hand through her short dark hair.

"What?" Jasper asked, full of concern.

"Another skinny-jeans episode," she said, laughing.

As she expected, Carlisle slid, on his knees into the room, singing. "We're going to London!" he sang. "Now, help me out of these jeans," he smiled.

"Why did you put them on in the first place?" Rosalie asked.

"The Beatles," he said, trying to bend over to reach his shoes, and failing terribly. "They were from London!"


Excerpt from the ever secret(except from Alice) journal of Jasper Whitlock:

We arrived in London and set out to see the sights together. Edward had only reluctantly tagged along. Alice had had to drag him here in the first place. I helped, not physically, of course. Alice always insists on the harder jobs. Anyways we were walking through London on this fine, rainy day, when all of a sudden we hear a bunch of high-pitched girly screaming. At first I looked to Carlisle, thinking he was reminded of a Michael Jackson song, that just had to be sung. But it wasn't him.


The road was completely empty except for them. The cobbled street ended in a dead end a ways away from them. They were just turning to leave when they heard the screaming.

A bunch of school-girls in robes were running towards them! Edward looked thoughtful for a moment reading their thoughts. Then, if possible, he got paler, and bolted. He ran, at human speed, away from them, screaming in a high pitched girly voice too.

"Oh, my god! It's Cedric!" One of the girls yelled.

"Whose Cedric?" Alice whispered into Rose's ear. Rose shrugged her shoulders and joined Emmett who was laughing his ass off.

"I wanna hold your haaaand!" Carlisle started, again. "I wanna hold your hand!"

"He's got more fan-girls then me!" Emmett stated, looking pissed.

"Everyone's got more fan girls than you, Emmett," Esme stated, with an obnoxious grin.

Edward came back, as Emmett approached Esme, "Oh yeah? Wanna go, come on! Dance it out!" And that's when we realized Emmett knew the Macarena.

Edward observed the scene, fondly, then asked, "Whose Cedric?"


Just to be clear, I know the Beatles are from Liverpool. And I know Hogwarts is in Scotland. Everyone knows this. However, the countries are on the same continent, and technically, they board the train in England. Yes, yes, no excuse for my mistake. But it's just a story.

Offense was not intended.