Edward's POV
We were all going to get a 'family haircut' as Mom called it. I hated them. My perfect, bronze hair was just fine. Bella and Rose were complaining about their dead ends, and Jasper and Emmett were fighting. Jacob and Nessie were with Quill and Claire. Where were Mom, Dad, and Alice? Bella looked up at me and smiled. I tried to smile unsuccessfully. It was more like a grimace. I felt like a five year old being forced to get a haircut.
"Mom! My hair is FINE. It's PERFECT!" I almost yelled at her.
"Come along now, eddy," she tried to pursued me. "Do not make me have to use force on you. You wouldn't want to be embarrassed by getting beat by a woman, now, would you?"
"Ok mom…" I gave up. Behind me, I head Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Dad, Rose, Bella, Jacob, and Nessie laughing at me. I scowled at them all. Pulling Bella into my arms, I kissed her. She, of course, reacted violently. Her leg was on my hip, and she was close to yet another moan. Someone behind us cleared their throat loudly; neither of us paid the person much attention. The rude person did it again. This time, she slapped me on the back of the head.
"What was that for?" I whimpered, for it truly hurt.
"NOT IN PUBLIC, my naïve brother," Alice laughed, clearly entertained.
"You want to see something that's not meant for public?" I challenged. I tore off my shirt and pushed myself towards Bella.
"Oh please. You call that bad?" Alice ripped her shirt off, exposing her bare stomach and sports bra.
"It's clearly a fight here." I shredded Bella's shirt and skirt quickly with one fluid motion.
"STOP IT!" Esme's voice came from a short distance.
"Sorry, Mom." We all apologized simultaneously.
Esme's POV
I was enjoying it; we were in public, for Christ's sake. They would probably just finish it off when we all got home.
"So…weren't we here for haircuts?" I said in a singsong voice.
Everyone excepting Bella and Rose groaned.
Edward was up first, but only because he was being a butt about it earlier. When he was done, he was smiling. Why was he smiling…? I had a weird sense of dread in the bottom on my stomach. After we all got our hair cut, we all walked out of the barbershop.
We passed a group of some of Carlisle's friends on the way home.
"Did you all get haircuts?" a person from the oblivious group asked.
"No, we just shed a lot," Emmett said sarcastically.
"Well then…" They walked off without another word.
"Emmett! Be nice, please," Carlisle pleaded.
"They asked a dim question, so I gave them a dim answer," he snorted.
I shed a lot, too.
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Hey! That rhymes.
Should I go on with this? Or should I just stop and move on?