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AN: I've never written a Twilight fanfic before so bear with me here. The idea for this originated from an MSN chat with some other dedicated Twilight fans and a shower. It probably won't be very long – two or three chapters perhaps. I'd also love some reviews, bad or good. Here goes…
The Cullens' at the Cinema – Chapter One, Postpone the wedding?
Jasper POV
Carlisle and Esme had gone hunting, but today everyone was restricted to their own rooms. Esme hadn't quite forgiven everyone for the destruction that was caused the last time the house was empty. Edward and Bella and Emmett and Rosalie were enjoying quiet time with each other, although quiet wasn't quite the word for it. Alice however, was using the time to do some internet shopping.
As good a time as any, I thought, trying to psych myself up to talk to my wife. Emmett had forced me into this, for he was just as scared of Alice as I was sometimes. "Um, Alice darling?" I said cautiously.
"Yes?" she snapped; I was disturbing her from her shopping. I gulped; this would be harder than I thought.
"CouldyoupostponeBellaandEdward'swedding?" I asked, as quickly and quietly as I could manage. Despite my efforts to make myself inaudible, she had obviously still heard, as she began spluttering and hyperventilating, even though breathing wasn't a necessity.
"BELLA AND EDWARD'S WEDDING IS IN ONE FREAKING WEEK, AND YOU WANT ME TO POSTPONE IT?" Alice screamed in an amazingly high voice.
"Um well…" I murmured under my breath, terrified of her reaction.
"UM WELL? UM WELL? EMMETT PUT YOU UP TO THIS, DIDN'T HE?" she continued instantly, with increasing volume. I shirked away from her instinctively, this wasn't good. Without waiting for a reply though, she barrelled through the door, uncharacteristically as it was normally Emmett or Edward who did that, straight into Emmett's room. Still shouting Emmett, at what appeared to be the top of her voice, I reluctantly followed her to see Rosalie and Emmett attempting to dress themselves at vampire speed.
"Such big lungs for such a small person," I just heard, escaping from Emmett's big gob, while he was rubbing his ears. If I had heard, Alice surely had…
"I HEARD THAT, YOU IDIOT!" Emmett rolled his eyes, and Alice continued to glare ferociously, apparently too incoherent for speech. At that point, we all heard the front door creak open and froze. The door slowly shut, and footsteps ascended the stairs.
Esme POV
What on earth was going on in this house, I wondered. Alice was shouting at a deafening pitch and then suddenly everything had gone silent. Carlisle shut the door and I began up the stairs as slowly as I could cope with, my loving husband following hot on my heels. As I passed Alice and Jasper's room, I couldn't help but emit a snarl. Befouling our, my house again, I realised; they were in for it this time. Everyone's scent was dragging me towards Rosalie and Emmett's room, and I couldn't remain at human pace any longer.
I pushed open the door with closed eyes. Peeking around, the room didn't seem to be destroyed, apart from the usual hole in the door leading to their bathroom. Alice was staring at Emmett with true malice, Rosalie was glaring back at her, Jasper and Bella looked like they were trying to slip away and Edward was staring at the floor, clearly bored. Emmett, on the other hand, was trying to contain a laugh. To an outsider, this scene would appear hilarious, I knew, but this was obviously a serious matter.
Slipping over to Alice, I whispered, "You okay honey?" for her ears only. The answer was obvious to everyone. She shook her head fiercely, before pointing at Emmett. After taking a deep breath, she found her voice again.
"He wants me to postpone their wedding," she stated simply, in a quaking voice. I stared at him in shock.
"Emmett," I began, in a strict, motherly tone. "Is. This. True?" I asked, barely able to contain myself. He winced, before caving in.
"Sorry Mom." What on earth had possessed him? Before I could say anything else, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.
"Go Esme," Carlisle's glossy voice said. I needed no further encouragement and ran out into the garden.
AN: Sorry it's a short chapter; I promise the next one will be longer and I'll write it in the next couple of days. Please please please review, even if only to tell me I have a pointless plot and should give up now!