One thing that Esme and Carlisle Cullen have always instilled in their children is that fact that good behavior is a must. Rarely are their children in trouble, but when they do get into trouble, it always seemed that they went overboard, making up for every day that they had actually behaved.

Both Carlisle and Esme understood that their children would perpetually be forever young. They would never age, and while their educational standards would improve, their maturity would always be that of a 14 year old, 15 year old, and two 16 year olds. While this was not an issue with their parents, Alice, 14, and Rosalie, 15, sometimes let this fact bother them. They knew that they would always live with their parents, and sometimes this thought bothered them, simply for the fact that at times, their parents were quite strict.

One day, however, they let every rule that their parents had ever told them slide right out the door.

"Alice, if Mom does find out…" Rosalie told her sister threateningly. It wasn't that she was afraid of getting in trouble…well, okay, she was a bit afraid of her mother when she got mad, and hated the look of disappointment in her dad's eyes…but the real reason was that she did NOT want to be grounded the next week. She and Emmett had plans to go on a camping trip…and they kinda had not asked their parents yet.

"We are not going to get caught! I would have seen it!" Alice told her, pulling off the hoodie that she had had over her 'going out' clothes. She then slipped off her matching sweatpants and pulled down her short dress…one that her parents had deemed inappropriate, but that she had had shipped to her anyways.

It had been sheer luck that she had got the mail before her Mom that day.

Alice shrugged to herself, thinking about that little incident. You would think, that since she was like seventy years old, that they would let her do whatever she wanted. But, since she was eternally fourteen, they rarely let her get away with things they did not approve of. Of course, it wasn't any different for her brothers and her sister, it was just the fact that sometimes she just wanted the choice.

"Alice…"

"Rosalie, shut up and take your hunting clothes off! We can't go in there like this!" Alice snapped at her older sister.

Rosalie sighed and followed Alice's instructions. She quickly took off her own jogging suit, revealing a pink halter top and jean mini. Another outfit that had not really been approved of.

"Come on. We have to be back in two hours." Alice said, then took off in a run.

Esme POV

Carlisle and I were lying in our room, on our bed. He fingers were twirling around locks of my hair, his mouth over mine, kissing me as no other man had, could, or ever would. It was rarely this quiet at our home, but the boys were playing football a couple miles away, and the girls had gone hunting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, then my right leg across his back. I pulled myself up enough to feel the kisses he was showering me with, deeper.

Then the phone rang.

I sighed. Maybe if we ignored it.

"Sweetie, it is 10:00 at night. We may need to answer it." Carlisle said. I reluctantly nodded.

Carlisle got up and quickly answered the phone.

I listened closely to the conversation when I noticed that his face instantly fell.

"Mr. Cullen, we have your daughters, a Rosalie and Alice, in our custody. They were caught at a bar tonight. They had id's that said they were old enough to enter, however…"

"You realized that they were not off age. Sir, I understand. My wife and I will be there to get them shortly." Carlisle replied to the man on the other side.

He hung up the phone, then looked at me.

"Carlisle, those girls are in so much trouble! This is the second time that Rosalie has gotten trouble and the third for Alice in two months!" I said exasperated.

I got up and quickly got dressed and ran a brush through my now bed hair; then we both quickly ran to the car and headed to the police department.

Rosalie POV

Man…I am going to kill Alice. She said that she didn't see anything that even hinted we might get into trouble! But, apparently she was wrong. We had gone to the bar and had been there barely forty-five minutes when a bouncer had come up behind us a grabbed us by our shoulders. When he turned us around, we saw the police in the doorway. They hadn't even given us a chance to explain that we were old enough to be there. We were dead.

They took us down to the police station, and then called Mom and Dad. Man…I could hear Dad, and his voice was sullen.

But, I was not afraid of Dad's reaction. Sure, he would be disappointed. He would give us that look, and make us feel guilty. He was very good at that, and none of us ever wanted to make him send us that look.

Mom was another story. While she was the gentlest Mom ever, and was quick to hug and kiss us when we were upset, she was not fun to be around when we misbehaved.

Dad was the one that we went to when we needed information, or ideas. He loved us and we loved him. Disappointing him was annoying, but he rarely ever disciplined us. That was Mom's job.

The Mom that hugged and kissed us everyday and when we were hurting was NOT the same Mom that we got when we misbehaved.

Being caught in a bar that we were forbidden to enter was by far one of the worst things that we had ever done together. Especially, since we were supposed to be hunting.

So, not only had we not fed, but we also had been taken to the police station.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps.

They were light, yet quick, with a hit of anger in the step.

They were Mom's. I didn't have to look up from where I was sitting to know that they were her steps. Dad was right behind her, his steps not as soft, nor as quick, but I knew they were trudging because of the disappointment that he was feeling.

"Oh man, Rosalie…I am sorry…I promise that I didn't see this coming." Alice whispered.

"Shut the hell up Alice." I snapped at her. I didn't want to talk to her about it. Not at the moment.

Then it happened.

The door opened.

Mom and Dad were standing in the doorway.

Dad had his familiar look of disappointment.

Mom had her usual look as well. Only, it was pointed towards me.

"We will discuss the way that you just spoke to your sister when we get home." Mom hissed at me, too fast for the policeman to hear her. I lowered my head. It was going to be a long night.

Carlisle POV

The car ride home was silent. Both girls knew that it was in their best interest not to say anything.

Or so I thought.

"This is all your fault." Rosalie hissed quietly to her sister.

"It is NOT." Alice whined.

I knew that this was not going to be good.

But, before I or Esme could say anything, Rosalie slapped Alice on the arm. Alice, always trying to stay even with her sister, unbuckled her seatbelt and slapped Rosalie across the face.

I slammed on the brakes and into park. Esme and I both jumped out of the car, throwing the back doors open and grabbing our now physically fighting daughters.

"ENOUGH!" Esme told them both. They both stop struggling, but both were mad.

"Alice, in the front with your father, Rosalie in the back with me." Esme said, then pushed Alice towards the passenger seat.

I had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.

Rosalie's POV

I was in so much trouble. Mom heard me curse. One strike. I hit Alice. Two strikes. I physically fought with Alice. Three strikes. And that is just after Alice and I got caught sneaking into a bar. Sigh. We were in so much trouble.

Alice's POV

Sigh. I cannot believe that I did not see this coming.

Mom made Rosalie and me sit in the living room on the couch. I knew that we were in for a long lecture.

Gosh it sucks when I get into trouble! I JUST got over being grounded for cheating on that tests two months ago!

Crap.

Esme POV

Carlisle and I looked down at our daughters. I was eternally glad that they could not bruise, because they would be black and blue from the fight they had just gotten in.

"What in the world were you thinking? HMMM??? You lie to us, you dress inappropriately. You snuck into a bar. You cursed, Rosalie. You both fought one another. What do you think that we should do about this?" I asked them. They both looked up at me. I rarely asked what they thought their own punishment should be.

"Um. Um….a grounding?" Rosalie asked in sweet tone. The thing about it was that the time was a fake sweet. She was mad that she had gotten caught, and she was mad that Alice had not csaw it in a vision.

Among all of my children she is the hardest to get through too. But this time, I was going to get through to her.

"Aw MOM! NO! That ain't fair!" Alice cried, sinking back into the chair. I raised my eyebrows at her. Rosalie looked at her as well.

"Alice, would you care to share with us what you have seen?" Carlisle asked.

"No sir." Alice said.

"Alice, that was not an option." Carlisle told her.

She sobbed a tearless sob.

"Mom..Dad…I am sorry that we lied to you. Please…" Alice begged. Rosalie was sitting back in the chair, her arms crossed.

"Alice…"

"We are grounded for six weeks. We can't hunt without you or Mom. We can't watch tv or play video games. You are taking our computers, iPods, and cell phones…and….Mom Really? You are going to DRIVE us to school!" Alice said, shocked.

"Until you can both learn to obey our rules, you will be treated like small children. We will watch you at all times, and along with everything that Alice just mentioned, you will also be going to your separate rooms each night at nine to lie on your bed and think until either your father or I come to get you in the morning." I told her.

"This is CRAP! You are being such a bitc…." Rosalie said, jumping up. I slowly walked over to her, grabbed her arm and smacked her rear several times, harder than I normally would.

Rosalie tried to jerk away from me, but I held onto her.

"Young lady! You had better stop it this instant!" I said, smacking her several more times in quick succession. Rosalie stopped struggling and hung her head. Sobs wracked her body silently, because she refused to let them out.

I stopped and stood beside her and waited. I knew my children well. I knew each reaction that came with a punishment. I turned to Carlisle and silently motioned for him to take Alice out with him. He did so, as Rosalie stood there and sobbed.

Alice cries openly when she is punished, from a light smack to a scolding. She will not hold it in, and wants to be held as soon as it is over, no matter whom is in the room.

Jasper wants to be left alone, to his thoughts once he has gotten in trouble. We always allow him this time of solitude, then talk to him later, after he is ready.

Emmett, always the playful one, sulks, simply because he is usually no longer allowed to play his game systems. So he will say that he is sorry, then go try to find something to do.

Rosalie, on the other hand, would stand silently if anyone else was in the room. Once everyone was gone except for me, she would give in and turn around.

There was nothing different about it this time.

Slowly, after she heard the door click, she turned around and threw her arms around my neck and sobbed into my neck. I rubbed her back, then pulled her to the couch.

"Mom, I am sorry. I shouldn't have let Alice go to the club. I shouldn't have gone. We should not have broken your rules. I am sorry about what I said to you. About everything." Rosalie sobbed. I patted her back and kissed her head.

"It is okay Rosalie. You know that no matter what, I will always love you. Even when you say hurtful things. I think that you can learn from this. But, it is bound to happen at times, and if you can accept your punishments, I can endure the fact that sometimes trouble is just going to happen." I told her.

"I love you too, Mom. I will try to do better. And I will try to watch out for Alice. I mean, she is my little sister."

I smiled at that. My children could be rambunctious, but they were good and soft hearted.

"That is all that I ask." I said, once again leaning in to kiss the top of my daughters head.

The End…or is it?