Hey! Thanks so much for taking the time to come check this out! I had this idea when I read Nicky-Hale's 'A Cullen Tale'. Go read it, guys :)
(EDIT: It's been taken down, unfortunately.)
Over-Australianised Disclaimer: I might own the Black Swan Theatre, I might own King's Park, I might even own the Sydney Opera House. But do I own Twilight? No. And I don't, by the way, own the Black Swan Theatre, King's Park, or the Opera House. Damn.
It was noon, and raining in Forks, Washington. Far from being a little depressed by the rain, as she normally was, Bella was unusually ecstatic. Ecstatic to the point of dancing in it.
Edward and Alice watched from safe inside the Cullen house. Rosalie joined them.
"What is she doing?" asked Rosalie, shaking her head. Outside, Bella twirled back and forth on the grass.
"Dancing in the rain," answered Alice simply, a little bewildered.
Edward's eyes were glued to his beloved's mad, drenched figure. "Isn't she beautiful?" he said softly. Lovingly. "She's so exquisite, so graceful, so…"
Bella tried to execute a pas de deux and slipped in a mud puddle.
"Uncoordinated?" offered Rosalie helpfully. There was a pause.
"No, that wasn't it," Edward replied vaguely. Bella had, by this time, recovered herself, and begun dancing again, every now and again spattering mud on the southern wall of glass as she waltzed in the rain.
The 'wall' that Edward, Rosalie and Alice were looking out of. It hampered their view somewhat.
"Oh, Carlisle's not going to be happy with her for spattering the glass," noted Alice apprehensively. "Remember the last time that happened?"
Rosalie nodded. She remembered. Carlisle had thrown a massive fit when she and Jasper had teamed up against Alice and Emmett for a snowfight. The melting snow had left streaks on the glass, and even with Jasper's help, Esme had had a hard time restraining him. Carlisle didn't like mess.
"At least she can't flick the mud hard enough to break the windows," Alice added, relieved, triggering other memories. They had had to replace the entire ground floor window after one particular battle.
"Why is she doing this?" Rosalie, not unreasonably, wanted to know.
"Does it matter?" asked Edward dreamily.
"Well, yes," said Rosalie, taken slightly aback.
"She has a point, you know, Edward," Alice told him.
"Does she?" Edward absentmindedly wanted to know, his eyes still fixed on the beautiful creature before him.
"Yes!" both Rosalie and Alice exclaimed, not a little irritated.
But they were both prevented from making further remarks. Because, outside, Bella began to sing.
It wasn't really a song: more of a tuneless warble. A very tuneless warble.
Edward listened intently. "Isn't she fantastic? Doesn't she send shivers down your spine?"
"She certainly does," said Rosalie wryly, at the same time that Alice said:
"We're vampires, Edward. We don't shiver."
Edward ignored them. "She's so happy," he mused, still staring out of the window, lost in sappy daydreams.
"Yes; I wonder why," Rosalie commented. "Do you know why, Alice?"
"No. Edward, do you?"
"Yes, I do, forever, as long as we both shall…"
"Edward!" The combined efforts of Rosalie and Alice managed to wake him from his stupor.
"What?" He somehow managed to look innocent, slightly hurt, and dreamy at the same time.
"Do you know why Bella's so happy?" Alice pressed. They could still hear the faint tones of Bella's song floating through the living room. The sound, unlike the intent behind it, was not a happy one.
"Oh." Edward looked slightly less happy. "No."
"Well, would you like to go and find out?"
"No." Edward looked a lot unhappier. And slightly… shamefaced?
"Why not?" asked Rosalie, taken aback for the second time in as many minutes.
"Well, I…" Edward broke off abruptly, and looked longingly out of the window.
"Why?" Rosalie wasn't actually sure that she wanted to know.
"I…" Edward couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yes?" Alice did want to know.
"I don't want to gmmrrwt," was all that could be heard.
"I didn't hear that last word, Edward," Alice smirked. She was pretty sure she knew this one now.
"Come on, Edward," said Rosalie encouragingly.
"I don't want to gemmiairet," said Edward, only slightly more intelligibly. Outside, Bella was pirouetting, wobbling crazily from side to side. She looked not a little dizzy.
"Edward."
"I don't want to…" Edward took a deep breath to steel himself against the teasing he knew would follow. "I don't want to get my hair wet."
As Rosalie cracked a smile and Alice collapsed into helpless giggles, another (albeit gentle) spray of mud hit the window. Carlisle wasn't going to be happy.
So, that's chapter one! Please review, or I'll set my good buddy James on you. (Just ignore the fact that he's dead, and press the review button, shaking with fear. Thankyou.)