A/N: My first Twilight fic, so please be gentle! Sorry if I haven't got the characters right just yet. Comments and advice would be greatly appreciated- I have some ideas for future chapters, so let me know if you think I should continue!
Chapter One: The Devil Makes Work for Idle Thumbs
Inspired by my brother and his best friend, who had the 'post box idea'.
It was an uncommonly warm day in Forks, though the dreary, grey clouds refused to leave. Quil lounged across Embry's bed staring at the ceiling, while the owner sat cross-legged on the floor trying to persuade a stray ant to crawl onto his hand. The ant was having none of this, and the teenage werewolf eventually gave up.
"Quil, we need something to do." Embry leant back against the wardrobe and sighed.
"Agreed. What is there in this town, anyway? There are no leeches to exterminate since we're not allowed after the Cullens, we went to the cinema yesterday, and there's only so much shopping one man can do."
Embry thought about this for a while.
"Well... we don't need to 'go after' the vampires to have fun, now do we? Sure, we're not allowed to hurt them, but there's nothing to say we can't, you know, wind them up a bit..."
A smile played across Quil's face, and he sat up on the bed, swivelling round to look at Embry.
"What do you have in mind?"
oOo
The cunning pair peered around the corner of the old office building opposite the hospital. Embry glanced at his watch quickly.
"He should be out any minute now."
After waiting a few seconds their faces lit up as they saw Carlisle make his way wearily down the steps and turn towards the parking lot. As he was walking past the post box set into the wall of the hospital, Quil lifted the walkie-talkie to his mouth. He put on a high, child-like voice as he began to speak.
"Help!"
Carlisle stopped and looked around hurriedly. Embry and Quil grinned at each other broadly, and Quil spoke into the device once again.
"Help! He locked me in! The postman locked me in!"
Carlisle jumped round and looked at the post box. "H-hello?"
"I'm in here! Help, I can't breathe!"
Carlisle looked around once again. "In the post box?"
"Yes! When he came to collect the mail the postman locked me in! He said I should have put a stamp on my letter, and that he'd teach me a lesson!"
"Oh, God; just- just hold tight, I'll get you out!"
The concerned vampire glanced quickly towards the car park and the entrance of the hospital, and seeing that no one was around he moved towards the box. He gripped the slit and the bottom of the cover and heaved, pulling the front of the post box from the wall in one swift movement. Plaster crumbled around the edges and, as the dust cleared, Carlisle peered inside the box. At the bottom was a walkie-talkie, through which he could hear great barks of laughter as Quil and Embry made an unnaturally quick get-away.