Bella and Edward pass notes in French Class. :)

"So, Tournez-vous vers la page 424 et obtenez commencé à ces conditions ; un… deux… sept… huit… dix…. And of those of you who don't understand," she eyed me warily. "I just said "Turn to page 424 and get started on these terms; one...two...seven...eight...ten...."

I looked over at Edward, who bit his lip to keep from laughing. We were both in French class, sitting side by side. He was, of course, fluent in French and talked to the teacher most of the time in her native language. She didn't understand why he was in this French class, but he had replied that they would not let him skip French I and go on to French II so he had to take it.

He was the lucky one.

French wasn't becoming to me; I didn't enjoy it like others would. In fact, I hated the French class. I would stumble over words and mispronounce things. But the most horrible thing was that Edward was there. It wouldn't have been quite as hard if he wasn't there, snorting gently as I made something simple sound like something got ran over by a semi- tractor trailer.

"Isabella, pouvez-vous répéter ces limites pour moi ? En français cette fois, bien que, svp ?" That's what I liked about the teacher. She never made demands, because she would ask please in every sentence. I didn't want to read the terms out loud, as she had asked me. And I defenalty did not want to read them "in French, this time, please?"

"Yeah, sure. Secret… brouillé… mourir de faim… déjeuner… stylo… et ef-ef-frayé." I stumbled on the last word, but other than that, I did pretty well with Secret (which was the easy one), jumbled, starving, breakfast, and scared.

I felt Edward at my hand, pushing a piece of paper at me.

Very well. You've been studying, haven't you?

I grinned. His humor would never cease to amaze me.

Yes, but I've mostly been calling Carlisle at work to get him to pronounce them for me. He's a very good sport. He told me he didn't have a problem with me calling him about school work.

Edward grinned when he read it, and snorted. He scribbled something down quickly and passed it over to me.

Yes, well, he doesn't really have a choice. He can't just say "I'm not going to help you with school work; I'd rather you fail." He's a dad. He just can't say that. His hands are tied.

I raised my eyebrows as I passed the note back.

Carlisle has a very independent mind, Edward. I'm sure if he didn't want to help me, he'd tell me so in a heartbeat.

Edward allowed that.

Maybe so, but he's too compassionate for his own good. And, anyway, I think he enjoys it. It makes him feel important that he's helping you.

I grinned, and tried to hide a giggle with a cough.

Carlisle is a macho man. But, yeah, so, can I come over tonight?

Edward looked over at me and shook his head, but wrote anyway.

Sometimes your mind confuses me, Bella. Yes, of course. Esme would love the company, I'm sure. We're all fighting though; I haven't talked to Emmett since Monday.

I furrowed my brow.

WHAT? You guys are fighting? Whatever about? Monday? Edward, it's Friday now!

Edward bit his lip. He was picking up that habit from me, and I realized that he had been doing it alot lately.

Well, its a very long and complicated story. You see, Emmett did something he shouldn't have with one of my records, and it involved Carlisle's help and some liquid hand soap. Anyway, we fought, and then Rosalie got into it. Then she hit me, so, I shoved her off of me, then Emmett got mad at me because I shoved her, then Alice got into it on my behalf. Well, Emmett threatened Alice and Jasper got into it. Then after Jasper and Emmett "took it outside" Carlisle came home to a crying Esme, and that's when...

My eyes widened. I needed to know more. I scribbled "What?" and passed the note back to him; wanting him to hurriedly tell me what's wrong.

That's when Carlisle told us that if he ever came home and found Esme crying the way he did Monday, he would kick us all out.

"WHAT?!" I screeched, out loud. The teacher and all my classmates looked at me like I was crazy. I was still too shocked to be embarrassed. The class starting giggling. "Slience!" She said to the class, then she brought her attention to me, "Isabella, pouvez-vous svp s'abstenir ?"

I nodded my head.

Was Carlisle serious?

Edward nodded, but still wrote.

Yes. We all made our apologies to him and Esme, and he all told us he was sorry, but the rest of the family and I still haven't talked. The only people I've talked to are Esme, Carlisle, Alice, and yourself.

Wow.

I'm sorry. Maybe my presence can help stitch everyone together.

Edward nodded as he slid the paper back in his pocket as the teacher called on him for an answer.

More of these notes coming soon. I think the next one will be Bella and Jasper. :)