Hey guys, i am soo sorry for the delay. School has been hectic and these past few days, iv been so tired that i could be arsed (pardon my french) to get out of bed! this chapter is an introduction into the devilish minds of the three cullen boys. the next chapter will be up very quickly, do not worry! And the boys will grow up soon.
i have to say i was overwhelmed by the response i got from the prologue...i literaly could not breathe!
Once agian thank you to my amazinng beta Shooks =D your fab. you should check out her story, its really good.
enjoy ...x
Chapter 1
I thought this would stop after the disaster at Emmett and Jasper's last birthday, but alas, I'm still forced through these dreadful "parties". Why mother and father haven't learnt from the last several calamities, I'll never know. From a very young age, Jasper and Emmett practised in the art of practical jokes; therefore they've seen their birthday parties as great opportunities to flex their sizable pranking muscles. This time was going to be no exception.
The main reason why my parents let Em and Jazz get away with the pranks that they do; is that, out of the three of us, in my parents eyes Emmett and Jasper can do no wrong. Emmett and Jasper are non-identical twins. Jasper has dirty blonde, straight hair and is tall for his age. Emmett has brown curly hair and is tall, but not as tall as Jazz. Jazz is the oldest by five minutes, but apparently in twin world those five minutes means a longer go on the playstation according to Jazz! I'm the youngest, the ugly duckling as you may put it. I've got messy copper hair, white skin and freaky green eyes which are framed with thick black glasses. Mother says that one day I'll be good looking, I can't help but laugh when she says that. Jazz takes after father with his blonde looks; Em takes after mother; me, I take after Uncle Alistair who is the biggest ginger geek the world has ever seen.
I wasn't that much younger than Jazz and Em; mother and father planned it so that Jazz and Em were born at the beginning of September. As soon as mum was able to get pregnant again, she was, with me. I was early so I was born late August. This means that even though Jazz and Em are my older brothers, we're still in the same year at school, which is the reason why we're so close.
I lay in my bed, the morning sunrays seeping in through my curtains and streaking my wooden floor. I was awake before my alarm clock; terrified and excited for the inevitable outcome of the day. Rolling onto my back and reaching over to my nightstand, I put on my glasses and picked up the book which was lying at the side of my bed where it had fallen during the night. At the moment I was reading Wuthering Heights. My brothers always teased me for my reading material; they didn't like the classics as much as I did. I don't know why I'm reading Wuthering Heights, I thought the characters were as bad as each other, so selfish and self-centred, not a redeeming quality between them; I'd never treat someone the way that they treat eachother. It wasn't a love story, it was a hate story!
The harsh beeping coming from the alarm clock to my right dragged me out of my reverie. I sighed and tucked my book under my pillow. As I turned I heard the door to my bedroom open and my two brothers leapt on my bed like giggling hyenas. I rolled my eyes at them and sat back against my lavish headboard of my four poster bed. Jazz and Em were excitedly talking over eachother, both were talking at the top of their voices in a strain to be heard.
However, my thoughts were elsewhere; a vision of the girl in the blue dress quickly stole my attention. There was something about the way that the blush tinted her cheeks that made me want to talk to her desperately. The sound of her giggle echoed in my conscious, I felt oddly proud of the fact that I could make her laugh.
"So what do you think?"
I thought that there was something about this girl, the need to protect her from the flashing cameras; the want to make her laugh...it was all too much!
"Edward...hello? Is anybody home?" I shook my head clearing the forefront of my mind to make room for my brothers.
"Are you okay bro? You seem a bit distant," Jazz questioned; his voice sounded concerned, however his face still held the element of hyper-activity.
"Yeah," I paused, gathering my thoughts. "Yeah I'm fine."
"Good, we need to focus." Jasper's face was more controlled now, he was wearing his impish grin again; this was complimented with the mischievous glint in his eyes, making the whole ensemble devilish.
"First of all, we need flour…" Jasper said as he leaned over to my nightstand to get my notebook and pen. He flipped to a clean page and started to write things down. Em was sat with his legs crossed, rocking backwards and forwards with a manic smile on his face. I couldn't help but imagine him in a straight jacket sat in a padded cell- he fit the scene perfectly!
"We need lots, and lots, and lots and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots, and l-"
"Yes Em, we get the picture!" Jazz quipped; I chuckled at his superior tone. Em didn't seem the slightest bit phased by it.
"We need lots of balloons!" Em giggled; Jazz began writing again.
"And helium…" I stated; Jazz scrawled that down too.
"And flour!"
"Already said that Em." Jazz sighed.
"Oh…" Em sat still for a moment scratching his chin. "B.B guns?" Jazz was silent as wrote on the notepad. Em turned to me and I shrugged. I leant my head back against the headboard, my thoughts again returning once again to my girl, her brown eyes they were so deep. A lazy smile spread across my face; I was too young to be having possessive thoughts, and yet this girl had managed to drag this side out of me. I needed to see her again. I needed to speak to her. I needed to know who she was…I needed to make her laugh.
"Boys," Em stopped bouncing and I languidly pulled myself up to focus on Jazz. He had strange aura about him, one that made both Em and I calm, even though we all knew that this would be the biggest prank ever, and we would get into so much trouble for it.
"The plan is set, let's get to work."
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