Carlizzle, the Gangsta Doctor
Nurse White was anticipating the end of her shift. It was a busy day at Forks General, which was unusual in a town with a population of two thousand. Once Dr. Carlisle Cullen arrived to baby-sit the needy patient in room 203, she would be free to go home and sleep.
The monotony was broken as she heard the unmistakable thudding of rap music over a car's stereo outside. The front door swung open as a young man stepped through the door.
He was wearing two-sizes-too-big high top sneakers and denim shorts that reached his ankles. The nurse could barely see his overly baggy T-shirt beneath all of the heavy-duty blingage draped around his neck, and she wondered how he could lift his fingers with those large gold and diamond rings. The nurse's gaze finally fell upon the man's face, which was so pale that it seemed it had never seen the sun.
Nurse White was rendered speechless by his interesting apparel.
"Whazzup, Nurse White?" the man asked, and the nurse noticed the grills that covered his teeth. She gaped with sudden recognition.
"Doctor Cullen?!" she gasped.
"It's Carlizzle, now," he replied.
"What happened to you?"
"Well," he began, "I thought that the whole gorgeous supermodel doctor thing was so old, so I decided to switch things up a bit. I'm a gangsta gorgeous supermodel doctor now."
The nurse said nothing. Several long moments passed as she slowly absorbed this new identity and the man formerly known as Carlisle began break dancing in front of her desk.
Luckily, Jasper happened to burst through the door, a panicked expression on his face. He glanced knowingly at Carlisle's break dancing form, then approached the nurse's desk.
"Am I too late?" he muttered urgently.
"For what?" the nurse asked, having finally found her voice.
"Every few years, a couple members of our family have a mental breakdown and cause mass mayhem. We're still not sure what triggers it, but if we let his condition continue, he will do something to contradict the very laws of nature," he explained.
"What do you think he's going to do?" the nurse wondered fearfully.
"I don't—"
"DANCE PARTY!" hollered the new and improved Carlizzle the Gangsta Doctor.
Flashing, colorful lights descended from the ceiling, and "Soulja Boy" began playing. A couple hundred people appeared out of nowhere, and Nurse White was amazed that so many could fit in the entire hospital, let alone this tiny front room. They all began dancing furiously.
"Oh, no," Jasper gasped. "It's starting. We have to stop this. Now."
"How?" the Nurse begged, desperately.
Two dance-offs and a conga line later, the room was mercifully vacant and quiet, Carlisle now tied up with some gauze bandages.
"Thank you so much for your help, Nurse White," Jasper smiled, shaking the nurse's hand.
"No, thank you," she replied. "Will he be alright?" she asked, glancing at Carlisle's listless form.
Jasper assessed his surrogate-father's condition. "He should be back to his normal self by tomorrow morning."
Jasper left, carrying Carlisle over his shoulder. Nurse White sagged in her chair, turning to look at the clock. It was several minutes past the end of her shift. She felt sorry for any poor soul who had to deal with those Cullens during those mental breakdowns of theirs.
Bella answered the door. It was the love of her life.
"Edward!" she squealed, attacking him with a hug. He simply stood there, dressed all in black, looking at her as if she wasn't there.
"If life is so fair, why do roses have thorns?" Edward speculated monotonously.
Oh, no, Bella thought. She ran to the phone to call Jasper; Edward had turned Goth.
THE END?
A/N: What did you think? This is my first FanFiction. Please review!
