Hello!

Here comes the parallel story to 'Forks and Frustration', hence the incredibly creative title of this story.

A little info first: This story here won't be as severe as the other one, but it will still contain spanking. If you have a problem with reading about corporal punishment, please stay away.

Another little info: The chapters will sometimes contain parts of the other story, because it made sense to me in order to really make it parallel (I have tried not to do it and ended up writing and almost finishing the second chapter, but then I didn't have a first chapter and ... *sigh*)

Really hope you will have fun reading this, so let's find out what happens!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all the sparkly vampires and other characters in this story, I'm just manipulating them because I feel like it!

Angry stomping of feet and Edward's shouting disturbed the peaceful silence in the house.

Rosalie and Emmett heard, but it didn't bother them enough to make them break apart from the kiss they were sharing. They were sure that Jasper and Alice would take care of their brother in case he let his temper get out of hand, as they were able to see and feel what was going on without actually having to leave their room.

Besides, if Edward was throwing yet another temper tantrum, then it was definitely not their problem.

Family life was something Emmett and Rose needed to get used to anew, as they had spent the last few months travelling together, just the two of them. It was beautiful, the calmness and no one to disturb their togetherness. Now they were back with the rest of the family, back with a bunch of people they loved, but who would limit their privacy to a certain degree. Then there was the cover they maintained ... the time they spent at school were precious hours lost - both of them certainly had a better idea of how they could spent their eternal life than sitting in a classroom studying the same stuff over and over again. But that was the price they had to pay for a safe life with as much normality they could possibly have.

It got louder downstairs and when they could perceive Esme's voice, Emmett lifted his wife off his lap and made his way over to the door in order to tell his little brother to cut the crap. He knew Esme was downstairs and even though he was well aware that she could handle Eddie, he still wanted to check on them. Edward sounded mad and Emmett just wanted to offer his help - there was nothing that would justify him yelling at Esme and so Emmett had to see if he could put an end to it.

Rosalie pouted at being put on her feet and having to watch her husband heading for the door. She knew what he wanted to do and she could understand, but ever since their holidays were over and they had to attend classes at high school again, their private moments had become remarkably less.

"Emmett ..."

"Just checking on them, babe. I'll be right back," he replied in a voice that implied he would hurry.

She turned around, her arms crossed over her chest as she gazed out of the window. Once again their time together got disturbed ...

While she stood there and hoped Edward would get his temper in check so Emmett wouldn't be needed downstairs for too long, something outside caught her eye. A familiar car, Carlisle's Mercedes, was driving towards their house and that meant Carlisle would be home in a few moments. "Wait!" she called and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling about the odd but most welcome coincidence.

He stopped, his hand already on the door handle and his eyebrows were raised while he waited for her to enlighten him as to why he should wait.

"Carlisle's coming home. Let him take care of Edward," she said and laughed when he let go of the door handle with a wide grin on his face and sped back over to her, immediately lifting her up and sitting back down on the loveseat with her in his lap.

She laughed at his eagerness to continue where they left off, but after a moment she pulled away and stood up.

"Go make yourself comfortable, I want to show you my new dresses." She pointed to the bed and winked. Rosalie knew her husband would probably prefer to see her without clothes, but that would have to wait until nightfall. Besides, the dresses were gorgeous and he would definitely want to see her in them.

When Alice knocked on their room door just a few minutes after Carlisle must have entered the house, Rosalie already knew that something worse than just arguing must have happened. Well, the ruckus from downstairs had already given her a hint, but when Alice said they should leave the house, preferably now, it was as clear as day that someone was in trouble.

That someone could only be … Edward.

Everybody else seemed quite relaxed and in a good mood, just Edward was being stupid again and tried to make everyone miserable just because that was how he felt lately. That pattern repeated itself every few years, every time they moved to a new place - it was ridiculous.

Fine, yes, she wasn't too happy that they had moved to this sleepy little town either, but she saw no reason for venting her displeasure like Eddie did.

She had really hoped they would move to a big city this time, some place where they could actually have some real fun and could maybe go out a few times a week. Somewhere where it would be a little more ... anonymous and not some town where people grow up together and know every piece of everyone's business. But no, her wish did not come true and it was once again hicksville for all of them.

Well, it was on them where they wanted to live and what they wanted to do, but she knew how much Emmett enjoyed having their big family around. He couldn't imagine leaving, and to be honest, she couldn't either. Living together as a family and going to school was a cover that had worked well for them ever since they learned to control their bloodlust. Besides, in a few years they would go to college again and get a house somewhere – at least that was an idea they were currently toying with.

But they weren't desperate to get away, as they were indeed lucky to be having a family that would put up with each other's idiosyncrasies and tempers.

Rosalie changed into a new pair of tights, a skirt and a dark blouse after Alice had left, then put on her favourite pair of heels and grabbed her purse. She quickly checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, then gave Emmett a nod, indicating that they could leave now. He immediately opened the door and put an arm around her shoulders when she was next to him.

While they strolled down the hallway and then descended the stairs, they could hear Alice and Esme talking downstairs.

"You choose something, honey," Esme said, and it was no doubt meant for Alice.

Emmett immediately groaned loudly and scrunched up his face. "But she'll choose shopping, she always chooses shopping!" he whined when they had reached the bottom of the stairs, drawing their family's attention. Going shopping with Alice was comparable to punishment, and he sure as heck hadn't deserved to be punished for he had been good!

Rose reached up and patted Emmett's hand that hung over her shoulder, knowing that he would prefer to do something that everyone would enjoy, not just Alice. Well, actually he would prefer to spend time with his wife in the privacy of their room, but since that wasn't an option anymore, he wanted to do something that was at least a little fun. Rosalie, too, wasn't really in the mood for leaving the house, but thanks to Edward their plans for the rest of the day were going down the chute.

Brushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes, she then lifted her head and looked between her parents and siblings.

She saw a little smirk playing on Esme's lips at hearing her sturdy son whine, and she said, "We'll decide on our drive to Port Angeles, yes?"

She probably wanted to make them get a go on and leave the details of how they were going to spend the night for the hour-long drive. Edward had done something, and now they had to leave the house, and soon.

They said good bye to Carlisle, and Rose glanced at him one last time before they headed for the garage. Their eyes met for a brief second, and Rose could see a hint of sadness in his slightly darkened golden orbs. It was so unfair that Carlisle always suffered most when one of the acted out. He always was the one to miss out on the family time they spent together whenever they had to leave the house for privacy reasons. Plus maybe he had wanted to spend some alone time with Esme today, as they had barely seen each other lately due to his work at the hospital and her work at home and organising the house moving. But no, Edward had most definitely done something really selfish once again and therefore effectively ruined the evening. And now Carlisle was left holding the bag and even had to do something he loathed. That was something about being a parent Rose didn't envy him.

And she didn't envy him having a son like Edward.

They entered the garage and descended the few steps when Emmett suddenly quickened his pace.

He was obviously in driving mood and wanted to make sure they would take his car and he would be the one driving it. But as he walked toward his Jeep, he all of a sudden stopped and exclaimed, "Woah! Does the old man need glasses now?"

What? Rose felt a frown appear on her face as she tried to understand what her husband was talking about. The Jeep looked fine, Carlisle had not harmed it while parking his car.

Together with Jasper, who was now standing next to her, they turned their heads in the direction Emmett was looking, and as their eyes fell on the passenger door of Carlisle's Mercedes, they detected what had him so startled.

Out of sheer disbelief of what she was seeing, Rosalie had to look twice before she realised that her Dad's car was indeed scratched. It didn't really look like Carlisle had gotten into a little accident, but more like someone had intentionally damaged the paint of the car … but who would do something like that? They had just arrived in this town and certainly hadn't made any foes. Besides, Carlisle was the nicest person, she was convinced that no one would nurse a grudge against him. Maybe it was someone who didn't know him?

To find out how deep the scratch was - and to see if she could fix it, of course - she knelt down and squinted at the silver line that stood out from the pitch black paint.

"It's one single scratch, Emmett. That wasn't an accident," she told her husband, wondering if there was someone in this area who needed a little visit from a bunch of vampires for even daring to damage something belonging to them.

Or maybe Carlisle himself was to blame? No, if he had scraped it against something, or someone else had done it, the door wouldn't look like this. A dent, maybe, and definitely more scrapes. But all there was was a long scratch that couldn't have happened while driving. Besides, vampires didn't age like humans did, so Carlisle's eye-sight was most definitely still as good as ever.

She let her fingertips graze the offending mark in the paint, using her highly sensitive sense of touch to discern how difficult it would be to fix it. She knew that they had black car paint, but as far as she remembered they had left it behind at their house in Alaska since it was something they could easily buy anywhere. Well, she would just go to the shop tomorrow and get some.

While she was still eyeing the side of the car, Emmett let out a snort from beside her. "Well, what else could have happened then?" he asked, clearly amused about the damage.

Before Rosalie could voice her admittedly not too pleasant assumptions, her little sister skipped down the stairs to the garage and told them what she no doubt had witnessed in one of her visions. "Edward scratched Dad's car."

She didn't stop to see the scratch for real, just continued her way until she reached Emmett's red Jeep. Neither Rose nor Emmett followed her to the car and their lack of excitement for their impending shopping trip almost offended her. Hello?

"Let's get going!" she called, the tiniest hint of a whine detectable in her voice. She didn't want to waste a single second of her valuable time with this trifle here, but rather go check out the shops and boutiques in Port Angeles.

Emmett whistled while staring at her in disbelief about the piece of information she had given them. "The little one's got some nerve," he muttered, leaning with his back against the wall next to the door.

"Accidentally," Alice clarified and rolled her eyes. Then she tried to make them get a move on, but they remained where they were and she gave up.

After letting out a groan at her bad success, she climbed into the backseat of Emmett's car after Jasper had opened the door for her.

"Mom!" Emmett suddenly called and fumbled around in his jeans pocket to find his car keys.

"C'mon babe," he then said and walked to the driver's side of his car.

Rose had trouble detaching herself from the scratch. If she could, she'd stay home to fix this right now. Yes, it irked her that much. And it wasn't fair - if Edward had wanted to scratch a car, he could have picked his stupid silver Volvo. Wouldn't make a difference, seriously. That piece of junk was disgracing their garage and taking valuable space that maybe Jasper or Alice could have used for a car of their own, since Edward now had two. But Jasper was just too modest and Alice preferred to spend her money on clothes.

Suddenly Rosalie had to suppress the urge to growl in frustration when she looked between Edward's shitty Volvo and the scratched Mercedes. How could he? This idiot really had no respect for other people's belongings!

And every morning he had the nerve to insult her beautiful red sports car, even though his taste in cars was obviously non-existent.

If he didn't like her convertible he could just walk to school, she didn't care. Besides, she didn't insist on driving his stupid ass around town, so he could keep his snide remarks to himself.

While she stood up, she could hear Esme walking into the garage, and a moment later she felt a hand being placed on her back gently, guiding her over to the car so they could finally leave.

Rose chose to sit next to Alice and Jasper in the back, so her mother could have the front passenger seat where she would have a little more space and be more comfortable.

"Buckle up," Esme said after having climbed into the car and seated herself, chuckling at hearing their groans of annoyance.

Emmett was quickest to comply with his Mom's request, even though he would have loved to refuse. They were probably the only vampires in the whole wide world that would have to buckle up in a car - it was a little embarrassing.

He quickly started the engine and sped out of the garage, and the more he pressed the gas pedal down, the more they got pressed into their seats.

While Rosalie still fumbled with her seatbelt, she could hear Esme chiding her husband; his answer was a cheerful laugh.

"Sorry, Mom," he added sheepishly and eased his foot off the accelerator, now steering the car down the path at a 'normal' speed.

Esme's chuckle a few moments later made Rose look up, and she could see Emmett's sad pout in the rearview mirror. Oh, her poor baby … driving slow felt like being stuck in a traffic jam and he hated that.

So it didn't surprise her when her mate, the lively jokester that he was, started a conversation to entertain himself during the abnormally slow drive.

"Sooo …," he uttered, silently laughing to himself.

Esme looked at him and asked in a soft tone of voice, "Yes, Emmett?"

"Little Edward has been naughty?" he asked with a grin, and Rose couldn't help but grin also.

But too bad, Esme didn't like the specific topic – of course she didn't, Emmett was just being himself but when it came to her golden boy Edward, she wasn't able to see a joke.

"Emmett," Esme rebuked.

Of course she would rebuke him, no one was allowed to mention her precious baby being in trouble. She probably even blamed someone else for his mistakes, because Edward was just perfect in her eyes and could do no wrong.

"What?" he asked and looked slightly confused. "It's true, isn't it?"

Why wasn't Emmett her favourite? Rose just didn't get it ... he was the most cheerful, warm-hearted and family-oriented person one could ask for. His personality could melt anyone's heart – unlike moody Edward. Rose had no clue why Esme would react like that when she knew Emmett just wanted to joke around.

She could hear Esme sigh, and that sound was followed by a little sing-song of 'He'll get a whoopin'.' coming from Emmett. His pretty dimples showed while he grinned, and Rose could practically feel his amusement. She was glad that he was happy again even though their day had been ruined by Edward. She would need a little longer to forget her plans for tonight and make do with a night at the movies or whatever they would decide on. But Emmett's buoyant spirit was helping her a lot right now.

Unfortunately that effect didn't last long, because the warning glance Esme shot him annoyed Rosalie when she saw it. Always the same … the get shooed out of the house because of Edward being an idiot once again, and Esme treats them like they were to blame.

Esme should let them have some fun, that's why Rosalie felt like saying something to not curb her husband's lovely spirit and to let him continue if he felt like it. Besides, maybe it was the right time for Esme to realise that Edward got himself in trouble – they didn't have any part in it. "Was about time."

"Rosalie, please," Esme uttered and even turned around to look at her.

Sure, a single word from her and Esme wouldn't waste any time to rebuke her.

"I'm just saying. He's insufferable since of late and I'm not surprised that he would cause trouble," Rosalie told her honestly, and waved her hand to underline just how obvious it was - and to show that she already knew Esme wouldn't believe her.

"Rosalie."

Ignoring her mother saying her name like it was a threat, she continued. "A sound thrashing would do him good."

It would do wonders for Edward, seriously.

While looking between her and Emmett, Esme said, "It is none of your concern what Edward has done or why your father asked us to leave for a little while."

Oh, really? They get kicked out of the house, no matter what plans they had or that they didn't feel like going somewhere, and it was none of their concern? What if he had attacked someone? Or drawn attention? Shouldn't they be informed? If she would do something like that, the whole family would know immediately. Heck, Edward would even be the one to tell everyone, probably proclaim it loudly to show what a bad person she was.

But she had never slipped up yet. Ha, in your face, Eddie.

It probably maddened him that she had so much self-control over her instincts, and he couldn't even keep his temper in check - throwing tantrums every other day like the spoiled brat that he was.

Rosalie huffed and barely got one word out when Esme ordered in a voice rarely as strict as it was now, "Not another word about your brother, you hear?"

Yes, he is perfect, how dare anyone even say his name?!

"Mom, he took his bad mood out on us, so don't you tell me to shut up," she retorted, noticing her own mood getting fouler by the second.

She could feel Jasper and Alice stiffen next to her, and out of the corner of her eye she saw them glancing at her like they thought she had lost her mind or something. But she hadn't - she had every right to voice her thoughts on this.

"I will want to talk to you as soon as we get back home today, Rosalie," Esme informed her blond daughter, a pointed look directed at her.

Rosalie's jaw dropped and the unfairness of it all kept her from keeping her mouth shut. "Are you blaming me for his foul mood?"

Now Esme rowed back. "I am not blaming anyone, dear. Please don't get upset, let's just spend a nice evening together, yes?" she asked softly.

"Right," Rosalie scoffed in response and looked out of the side window.

Exactly what Rose had expected to happen. Someone needed to be blamed for Eddiekins being in trouble - and Esme chose her.

Figures.

Probably wanting to end this little argument, Esme did not reply to her comment. She turned back around instead and looked relieved when she saw Emmett pushing one of his CDs into the player and turning the volume up.

Yeah, Rosalie really isn't too happy with little Eddie right now ... or Esme for that matter.

I'll have the second chapter up by tomorrow or the day after that, I think. Need to get Em under control first, because he obviously thought this story would be about him :-/ Silly Emmy ...

Oh, please review! I'd love to know what you think!