Hullo! :D
I have a new short Edward story for you. Never fear, there will be no blood, death or Bella. Especially no Bella. A few tears, yes, but that's not my fault.
It's Edward's fault.
And why the heck am I writing an Edward story? Because the little bugger needs some love *winks*
You can find the warning for this story in the description, please read it if you haven't already. I put it up for a reason... consider it a spoiler of some sort.
Okay, that's it for now, have fun!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters. I just borrow them, make them miserable and then try to make them more or less happy again. No harm done!
"But Carlisle... no!" Edward shouted and it took everything he had not to throw the door in his father's face.
He wouldn't even care if that action would break the door out of its hinges or hit his coven leader, leaving a big Carlisle-shaped dent in the wood – it would probably feel pretty good for a second or two, before Carlisle would make him feel pretty bad.
"Boy," Carlisle warned as with each passing moment he was growing more and more impatient with his son. His index finger was raised and his eyes hard and unrelenting – that's what he always did when one of the kids was doing something he didn't approve of. And right now he was not approving of Edward's behaviour and hoped his son would stop throwing a tantrum, mind the warning and behave.
But this little game had been going on for a few minutes now and it didn't seem like it was going to end anytime soon – he wanted Edward to calm down and listen to him, while his little mindreader preferred to show him how stubborn and wilful he could be.
"It's not going to happen and you can't make me."
Carlisle cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, but it is. And while I don't want to resort to 'forcing' you," the blonde man agreed, "I can make the next few days very uncomfortable for you if you don't sober up and start acting your age. I'm sick and tired of having to warn you again and again."
That was basically the same... forcing him or making 'the next few days very uncomfortable'... Tzk, Carlisle.
"Carlisle, you don't understand. The problem is not that I can't, it's just that I don't want to," he told him and gave him a look that pleaded with him to show some understanding and sympathy, before he realised that that had come out completely wrong.
His eyes widened.
"Uh- no!" he quickly tried to correct his statement, "I mean, it's not that I don't want to, but I just can't!"
"Too late, Edward," his father said, put his hand against the door to push it open further and entered the spacious bedroom with slow but heavy steps.
Edward, however, preferred to keep a certain distance between himself and his father - for safety reasons, of course - and walked backwards.
"But she started it!" he exclaimed. It was just another meek attempt to make Carlisle change his mind about this situation, and it seemed to have done the trick because the doctor suddenly stopped.
Raking a hand through his blonde hair and heaving a groan, he replied, "You haven't even seen your sister in weeks. How in the world could she have started anything?"
Hm.
Oh, of course he would ask! Parents could be so annoying and unreasonable! "Well...," he replied, but quickly realised that he had no answer, so he just said the first thing that came to his mind. "She would do something as soon as she comes home! Just this time, I was quicker than her!"
"If you keep this up, the storage room next to the kitchen will be your room for the next few years," Carlisle warned and pointed downwards to where said room was located on the ground floor.
Edward inhaled sharply as he really didn't like the prospect and the picture that was forming in his father's mind. "That room is tiny, I wouldn't even be able to fit all my CDs in there! Not even half of it, Carlisle!" the bronze-haired boy protested, his eyes as wide as they would go. "It doesn't even have a window!"
Edward liked his windows. A lot.
While Palmer was a little town that was lacking the shops and excitement of a megacity, the scenery around it was breathtaking. The mountains and the woods held so much to see, during every hunt or walk you would find something new that would excite you. Well, not Emmett, naturally... no matter where they moved to, that oaf trampled everything Edward was stupid enough to praise for its beauty.
A rare flower?
Squish.
A big, strikingly beautiful toadstool?
Bam.
A huge, full-grown, bright yellow banana slug?
Stomp.
Nevertheless, the view from his room on the topmost level was amazing and that was something Emmett couldn't destroy. You could see the woods, the snow-capped mountains... everything. It was so calming and beautiful and Edward would never grow tired of watching the outside world from his window.
The blonde man pulled him from his thoughts when he briefly cleared his throat and spoke again. "Then why are you risking losing your big room with the large window front upstairs?"
"Carlisle, come on... you know she always steals the bigger room right from underneath my nose. I'm sick of it! Her room is almost double as big as mine!"
The father of five was starting to lose his patience, but tried to keep his voice even to make sure that his son would calm down and at least try to listen to reason. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe it was you who said that the size of the room doesn't matter as long as your things fit in there and you have a nice view? Your room up there has the very best view, Edward, it's secluded so you have your privacy and can listen to your music as loudly as you wish. Your mother talked to all of you to make sure you would get the room you wanted. Why is that not good enough for you anymore?"
"She always gets the bigger room!" he retorted like he hadn't heard what his father had just said. Esme had paid special attention to his wishes, and he loved his room... but he somehow didn't like that Rosalie would love hers just as much as he loved his.
"Because it's not just her room, but both hers and Emmett's. Two people. They need a little more space, because they share that room. But maybe you forgot what sharing means."
Edward ground his jaw when he heard what his father thought but didn't voice at the moment.
Carlisle was convinced that he was just in one of his moods lately. Not being able to bicker with his siblings was driving him insane and so he concocted a plan that would guarantee him a big bang as soon as Rose and Emmett would return from their vacation.
Geez, Carlisle... you are so far off the mark, it's ridiculous really.
"They have their own bathroom... and it's big!" he countered.
"Edward, you also have a bathroom to yourself. You said you didn't want too many doors in your room as they would take up the space you'd need for your CD shelves. Your bathroom is the one in the hallway, just like you wanted it. I don't understand why you suddenly changed your mind and now despise everything your mother had so lovingly planned out for you."
Edward huffed.
Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darkened as he listened in on his father's exasperated thoughts and felt his anger rising.
Carlisle was sick and tired of arguing with him, because according to him, he was being childish and refused to see reason.
What a father you are, Carlisle...
And then, before he could stop himself, Edward rolled his eyes.
Carlisle did have a lot of patience and he was also very tolerant and understanding, but he absolutely detested eye-rolling. It was one of the most disrespectful things anyone could do while speaking to someone and he knew that Edward knew. Rolling your eyes instead of listening or giving adequate answers was in most cases the end of any conversation between father and child in this family.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't whip you right now."
"You need to go to work," Edward tentatively replied, which made Carlisle pull up his sleeve to reveal his wrist watch, glance at it to check the time and then clench his jaw.
An exasperated sigh escaped him. "Let me tell you one more time: This bedroom is not yours, so you will put your sibling's things back in here before I come home from work, or you will be one very sorry, little boy. Mark my words, Edward."
The sullen boy held his breath while he thought about his father's clear warning - he would have no choice but to obey if he wanted to spare himself a very unpleasant trip to his father's study.
His defiance however, had still not diminished in the least. "You're always taking her side, no matter what!"
Not deeming this attempt of a protest worth an answer, Carlisle just walked back to the door and turned around one last time to say, "I'm leaving now. I'm done talking to a bratty child, so get that attitude in check and put Rose and Emmett's belongings back in here where they belong. Ask Alice or Jasper for help if you have trouble carrying the furniture or don't know where everything goes. And if you're done before I return from work, I will forget this ever happened. I'll see you later, son."
Listening to the sound of his father's footsteps fading away, Edward just stood there in the middle of the room, the corners of his mouth turned down and his forehead wrinkled in displeasure.
He really didn't want to spend his afternoon carrying his sibling's furniture around. It wasn't even his, so why should he care where it was?
With a huff, he turned around and walked over to the window to gaze out. The windows on this side of the room were facing their still slightly unkempt backyard, and Edward could see the parts where Esme wanted to plant a few bushes and trees to seam their property as well as the little, ugly woodshed that she despised so very much... it was old, rotten and very close to falling apart. Esme was already planning on getting it removed - she'd let Emmett do it, as he enjoyed wrecking things. And while he would be taking the shed apart, he wouldn't be able to break anything valuable in the meantime. Win-win.
But everyone knew that Emmett couldn't be distracted so easily... it was more likely that the invitation to break something would lead to a lot more broken things in and around the house.
He snickered at the thought until he realised that he was actually still angry.
Oh, Carlisle could be so mean and unreasonable...
Edward heard the front door being opened and closed downstairs, and then the sound of Carlisle opening the trunk of his Mercedes and putting his bag in. He shut it a moment later and walked over to the driver's door. As soon as he was seated behind the wheel and shut the door, Edward grabbed the remote for his music station and switched it on.
A grin spread out across his face when the car's engine sprang to life just as the music started.
And as though he had already forgotten the talk with his father and the warning that had followed, he flung himself down in the rocking chair that he had put by the floor-length window and closed his eyes, enjoying the prospect of having his father out of the house and away for the next few hours.
"Edward, are you sure you want to go to Anchorage now?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure. Why shouldn't I?" the bronze-haired boy asked and stared at his older brother like he had just grown a second head.
Fine, he was sure that his siblings might have heard Carlisle reprimanding him before he left for work, but did they really know why? Hm, Alice might... but Jasper had probably no clue and it was none of his business.
He was old enough to make his own decisions, and right now he wanted to go to Anchorage with them. Period.
"Because," Alice threw in while she stepped around her mate, grabbing his hand in the process and giggling when the soldier lifted it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles, "because Carlisle told you to do something."
He blinked his eyes at her like she had forgotten a very important fact here. "And Carlisle will be at work for exactly how long?"
"At least another four hours," the little pixie replied.
Leaning back against the newel post of the stairs, he nodded his head. "Yes. It takes maybe... an hour to drive there and an hour back, so why shouldn't four hours be enough time for a little trip?"
The pixie distorted her lips. "I need a little more time than that."
"For shopping?"
"For shopping," she affirmed and grabbed her jacket from the coat hook. Jasper, being the Southern gentleman he always has been, took it from her and helped her put it on.
She spun around and gave him a sweet, little kiss on the lips in a way of saying thank you.
Jasper bowed his head and smirked at his mate, making her smile at him.
Annoyed with their lovey-dovey behaviour, Edward cleared his throat. "There aren't even that many shops, Alice," he informed her, hoping that she'd just believe him, even though Anchorage wasn't really that small... in fact, it was the biggest city in Alaska. Still, it was smaller than her favourite shopping destinations - the metropolises of the world, of course.
She glanced at him over her shoulder before she just shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
Edward let out a long groan, knowing full well that she could even spent an entire hour at a boring stationary shop... she was gifted when it came to wasting time with things that were less than unimportant.
"Edward," she interrupted his thoughts and placed one of her dainty hands on his forearm, "I really don't think you should join us."
"Don't tell me what to do," he snapped at her and jerked his arm away, but quickly regretted it when Jasper just raised an eyebrow and stood up a little straighter, just like Carlisle tended to do when someone's attitude was bordering on disrespectful.
He glanced away from his brother and gave his dark-haired sister an apologetic smile that seemed to soothe Jasper's nerves and make him relax again.
"Sorry, Allie... I need new books and sheet music. I have nothing to do at the moment and it's driving me insane."
"I know something we could do that would keep you busy for a little while. We'll just go shopping afterwards," she suggested, pulled her scarf off the banister and draped it around her neck. "The trip will be more fun for you if you complete your task now."
She knew exactly what had happened between him and Carlisle, and Edward narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't need yet another person to tell him what he was supposed to do...
"No," he hissed, "I want to go now. It's my decision."
Sighing, the tiny girl shook her head and took a few steps to the side to check her reflection in the mirror. She was obviously done trying to help him.
"I'm the one driving the car, and I'm the only one with a license here," the smirking soldier threw in and jingled the keys in his coat pocket for effect. They had just moved to Alaska, and both Alice and Edward were unfortunately not 'old enough' to hold a driver's license. Rose and Emmett were still on vacation, enjoying their time before the serious side of life - or better yet: the fake side of life - would start again.
While Jasper usually tried not to get involved in anything that wasn't his business, he deemed his wife's suggestion to be very reasonable when it brought such a reaction from his brother. And the way Edward was talking to Alice, he seriously considered not letting him join them.
"I'm sorry, Jasper," the younger Cullen retreated and scrunched up his face before he said, "I just need to get out of here for a while. Please."
Jasper was contemplating what to do, but reluctantly gave in when he felt Edward's pleading vibes. "Fine. But don't you make me responsible if we don't get back in time and you end up being in trouble... or whatever else happens."
"Why would I? No, don't worry, Jazz, I won't," he assured him and felt a smile tuck at the corners of his lips when he perceived his brother's thoughts right before he would say them out loud.
"Okay...," Jasper muttered, "well, then let's go."
Edward has remarkable decision-making skills, doesn't he? :)
And before I forget, this story is going to have six chapters in total. I know, it's not much, but this was just something that came to my mind and it's unfortunately not enough material for a 'big' story. I'm currently working on typing the final chapter and decided to start posting now.
Let me know what you think of the first chapter, and thanks for reading everyone!