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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #9
Pen Name: GetDrunkOnVictory
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella, Charlie, Garrett
Rating: T
Word Count: 362
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"I'm sorry, they were caught doing what?" Charlie asked, leaning over the manager's desk.
"Touching inappropriately," the moronic manager replied like he wasn't discussing this with the father of a teenage girl.
"Uh huh, and just who was doing the ... uh ... the ..."
"Touching? She was." So helpful, that one.
"Oh my God," I mumbled, mortified while trying to hide in my hoodie. I briefly thought if the color of my face right now could rival my dad's. I don't think anyone's face has ever been so red before. Not even that mortifying time when Alice and her dog had ripped apart my overnight bag during a tug of war match causing my underwear to spill out, and my dignity to evaporate, in front of her brothers. This was of course before I started dating one of said brothers.
"Hey, leave God out of this. I highly doubt you were thinking of him at the time." No, no I wasn't. "And boy, you better remove that hand before I shoot it off." I looked at my dad in shock only to see him glaring at the seat next to me. I had been so lost in my mortification that I didn't notice Edward had been rubbing my thigh in, what I guess was, a comforting manner.
"I really don't think that's necessary, Chief." Finally, the moronic manager had something intelligent to say. While Dad was distracted with the moron, I shot Edward a look that I sincerely hope conveyed "are you fucking crazy?" because I had never realized that my boyfriend was suicidal.
"I guess it's my job to arrest them for public indecency." He sighs.
"Sir, we really just ban them for the rest of the month and call their parents."
"You are saying that like this happens all the time."
"Well you aren't my first phone call this week, or even today. February is actually a pretty popular time for this sort of behavior since it's the shortest month of the year." This guy does not know when to shut up.
"What?!"
Thankfully we're saved by a knock on the door. "Garrett, Mrs. Cullen is here." I thought too soon.
AN: Thank you to Pandora's Box is Heavy for prereading despite her lack of internet and to Twilly for pointing out my oddly worded sentences.
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