Chapter 3, A Goodbye With A Twist.
A/N: This chapter took me a really long while to write, because I had so many other things to do and I didn't know how to write anything from Edward's POV. Sorry for the long wait!
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ROSALIE'S POV
Laughter echoed in our house. My whole family (with the exception of Edward and Carlisle) sat around the living room table. Carlisle was on his business trip and Edward had locked in himself in his room. We knew better than to knock when he was in such a terrible mood. He'd fit perfectly into the motto "I don't bite… unless I'm angry."
It was probably because we were moving tomorrow. Well, they were, though they didn't need to know that.
We were playing poker, and I was about to lose. Surprisingly, Esme was playing with us. She was the best mother anyone could wish for – the few times she was home. Oh well. The game itself was hilarious.
"I've got the hottest cards in the world," Emmett bragged and wiggled his eyebrows in a funny way, which made me laugh.
"Shut up, Emmett," Both Alice and I giggled at the same time. Jazz and Esme just looked confused. Emmett grinned at me and I felt an urge to smile back. That was the effect his cute dimples had on me. I was not able to watch his smile without getting in a good mood, no matter what kind of bad day I had.
Alice pouted and made puppy-dog eyes at me. "Rose, can we switch cards? I'm going to lose!" Alice had a weird way of knowing things about the future. She was never wrong.
"You're not supposed to say that, Alice." Jasper commented sourly. Alice frowned.
"Since when do you care about what we're supposed to do?" She said in the same tone. Obviously, they were still bitter from a previous fight. However, I didn't know what the fight had been about. Alice would normally have complained about it to me, though she had not said anything this time. It must have been something serious.
I leaned over the table to whisper in Emmett's ear. "Do you know what they're fighting about?" Emmett shrugged and turned his head an inch towards me.
"Don't know, but they're acting strange..." He whispered to me, and I unconsciously shuddered when his breath reached my skin. I straightened up and tried to focus on something else. I should not think thoughts like that.
"Mum, what cards do you have?" Alice asked not so innocently.
"I shouldn't tell you that..." Esme giggled. She seemed happy and relaxed tonight, which in turn made us happy.
Jasper threw himself in the conversation, "You can tell us! We won't bite." Ha-ha, speak for yourself, I laughed in my head, as I remembered that Alice and I had a bite-contest a few weeks ago. It looked like Alice remembered too.
The rest of the game, we all tried to sneak a peak at Esme's cards. We might have played unfair (we were four against one, after all) but she didn't complain. There was no funnier way to play poker than the Cullen way!
EDWARD'S POV
When the Gang (my gang) found out about my move, they were furious. They saw me as their "leader", and it was apparently awful if their leader was moving. I found the leader-part outright ridiculous, together with the whole Cool Gang-thing.
The truth was that we were a bunch of fifteen-year old boys playing God. However, I would not be the one to tell them. Other than my siblings, they were the only friends I had and I refused to be alone.
Besides, it was fun to see the idiotic things my best pal, Imre, could do. That wasn't the main reason why I agreed to do things that would get me in trouble, but it was a part of it. The other part was that I secretly hoped that the cops would catch me. That was probably the only thing that could make Esme and Carlisle realize that they needed to fix things at home.
I stood in our backyard, safely hidden from anybody's eyes since there were no windows there.
In front of my family, I pretended to be in a foul mood. I put up a mask of 'I hate the world' and it always worked. When I felt like that, or pretended to feel like that, they knew that they shouldn't disturb me at all if they didn't want a huge fight.
Sometimes it felt weird that not even my family, the people I knew best and loved the most, didn't notice my facade or when I lied. On the other hand, it was practical – I was able to sneak out whenever I wanted and no-one questioned me about acting like a jerk with "my gang".
Tonight it had been extra hard to sneak out, since Esme was home and insisted on checking on me each ten minutes. I think Emmett or Rose calmed her down later, because she didn't bother me again.
When I sneaked out, I could easily climb down the huge apple tree, which reached my window. That was one of the best things with my otherwise dull room. Why was I sneaking out tonight? Well, Imre had decided to throw me a goodbye-party because it was my last night in town.
As I now stood in the backyard, I realized that I didn't have a car to go by. How would I then be able to go to Imre's house, where the party was? I quickly decided that I would run. It wasn't too far and a bit of an exercise wouldn't kill me. As I arrived at his house, I was exhausted. The way to his house had been a longer distance than I first had thought. As I looked at his house, I realized that this party was wilder than I had thought.
I knew that Imre was a combination between a cool guy and a wannabe gangster. I just had not known how much of a wannabe gangster he was. Normally he had a huge, well-cleaned house but his parents or siblings were never home. The house was everything but well-cleaned right now.
Dozens of drunken teenagers (mostly from our school) were dancing to wild music. The music itself was blaring so loud that none of the neighbors could sleep. Not even the ones who lived ten blocks away.
Imre's luxury house now looked like a playground for young criminals. I knew that I would be one of them in less than a minute. It was all about accepting the situation. I made my way though the crowd while a though nagged me. Do you really want to sink this low? Did it matter?
Suddenly Imre approached me.
"Yooh bhroooe," He slurred. I struggled to understand what he was trying to say. Yo, bro? You hoe? Oh, it's Heathrow?
"What's up?" I asked without wanting to know.
Imre looked drunk, very drunk. I had never seen him out of control like this before. His clothes and hair was messy and he had trouble staying upright. I had a suspicion that he had swallowed down some pills together with the shots, and that most of the other people had too.
"Aiiy uckfofed zmeeh shiiick –hickup- iiihn mhay clhosseeeeh!" Imre yelled over the music, looking smug –well, as smug as a teenage guy drinking way too many shots could look. But what the hell was that supposed to mean? An ufo has my cheek and it may close? I fucked some chick in my closet?
Maybe I needed a couple of shots before I could understand the Language of the Drunk People.
I left Imre and went towards the "bar" area, a bunch of tequila and vodka bottles in a corner. If I was going to hell for this, I might as well enjoy time before I ended up there.
An hour later, I was already gulping down my sixth –or seventh- shot of ... Some disgusting mixture. That was more than I ever had drunk. Being in a gang gives you so many nice experiences,I thought sarcastically.
The party sucked. The girls were sluts.
I had nothing better to do than making out with some ... okay, many... of them.
I kept thinking that there were something I should remember. Something important, but I had no idea what. A thick layer of fog filled the part of my brain that was in charge of my rational thinking. I left one of the more recent girls behind to swallow another shot, when I heard a voice.
"Hey, Edward...?" I turned around and saw a girl I recognized. Maybe we were in the same class. Math …or science…? I didn't really care. She was hot, wearing a tight, low-cut dress. That was all that mattered to my drunken mind.
"Umm, heey," I slurred back.
"I'm in your English class?" She said (or more like yelled over the music). Oh, that was right. "My name is Boobie?"
Why did she make everything she said into a question?
Why wasn't she as drunk as the rest of us?
And did she just say that her name was Boobie?
The crazy chick kept staring at me. I leaned against her … Whatever her name was…. I kissed her. Wait, what? I kissed her? Whom was I kissing? Why did the world suddenly start to spin... faster and faster...?
Before I knew what was happening, the world went pitch black. That was when I knew that I was going to pass out – and the only one noticing it was the Boobie chick.
Oh, shit!
ROSALIE'S POV
We were in the middle of another poker game when I heard a buzzing sound from the hallway. I debated whether it was my mobile or not, but ended up with the thought that it wasn't. No normal person would call me at almost midnight.
The buzzing sound continued though and eventually it grew so unbearable that I decided double check that it wasn't my mobile. It turned out that it actually was my phone... and the caller-ID said that the call came from Edward. I could not understand why he didn't just walk down from his room and talk to us like normal people did. Idiot.
"Hello," I answered.
A strange, unfamiliar girl voice asked, "Is this Rosalie?" It sounded like she was on a wild party.
"Yes… Who are you?"
"My name is Boobie," The girl slurred slightly when she said her name, okay, so maybe I did not hear her correctly... But did she just say that her name was BOOBIE?
"What is going on?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Umm, Edward drank too much and then he passed out. I found this number on his cell," The girl said with a bored voice but then went silent.
"Where is he?" I hissed. I could not believe how he could be such an idiot.
"At Imre's party," She mumbled, and I was barely able to hear her over the music blasting from the background.
As I thought before, he was a total idiot! "Where can I pick him up?" I sighed, annoyed.
"At Imre's party," She said again, slowly, as if I was the idiot. She was the chick named Boobie.
"Ugh! I'm coming right away," I shut my mobile and walked slowly back in to the living room. There was no way in hell I could tell Esme... Therefore, I had to come up with a plan how she would leave my siblings and me alone for a minute.
Suddenly I got an idea. "Mum, a man named Harvey called." I had heard her talking to him several times, so she would definitely go and call him back. "He said that you should call him as soon as possible."
I felt a bit bad for lying, though it was necessary. My siblings had to know what was going on – and help me with what I would say to Esme about Edward. Esme went upstairs to her office, to call the man named Harvey, and meanwhile she did that, I explained the situation to my siblings.
Their reactions were exactly what I expected. Emmett was laughing loudly, practically rolling on the floor. Each time it looked like he would compose himself, he exploded in another fit of laughter. Alice looked horrified, but I couldn't decide whether it was because of Emmett's hysterical laughter or because of what Edward had done. And Jasper? He was staring at Alice and Emmett, as if he somehow could 'send' them a comforting vibe.
"I can't believe that Edward's screwing up our lives all the time! He's such a..." I muttered incoherently to myself.
Alice sighed. "Rose, tell Esme that you are suddenly very tired and that you're going to bed. But instead, take someone's car and bring Edward home."
"And then what? I don't think we can pull in an unconscious Eddie while Esme's down here." Emmett commented. He had recovered from his hysterical laugh fit.
"Nope, and that's why you're helping Ali and Jasper to distract her." I grinned at my statement.
Emmett grew serious. "That's never going to work."
Alice sighed and Jasper immediately did so too. "We have to try."
At the same time, Esme was walking down the stairs with an annoyed expression. Oh no, she was mad. "Rosalie," She said slowly, over-pronouncing my name. "Harvey didn't call me."
I shrugged, trying to seem innocent. "Maybe it was a different Harvey? Anyways, I'm going to sleep now." I stood up and started to walk toward the stairs, ignoring the surprised stare I got from Esme. Come on, it couldn't be that weird that I went to sleep early. If midnight meant early, that is.
"Goodnight," five voices called after me. I winced at how unnaturally high Alice's voice was. She was nervous, probably worried about our stupid brother. She would never admit it, but I knew that she liked Edward the most.
I said goodnight to everybody, and walked upstairs. Meanwhile, I grabbed a random car key from the top of a drawer in our hallway. Esme hadn't noticed a thing. I was getting good at this... I glanced at the car key to find out who's car it was. YES! It was Emmett's car! It was the superiorly best car in the family. It was a huge Audi, which could drive quicker than the wind (at least it felt like that).
When I was upstairs where Esme could not see me, I walked towards Edwards's room instead of my own. He had a window directed towards a huge apple tree, which made it easy to climb down without anyone noticing. I quietly opened his door and sneaked into his room, then opened his window... Or should I say, would have opened, if it hadn't already been open. Edward had forgotten to close it.
I climbed out slowly. I'd never been afraid of heights, but I still felt uncomfortable climbing down the tree.
Fifteen minutes later, I stepped out of Emmett's car that was now in front of Imre's house. It was a huge house which normally looked beautiful – though the "party" made it look trashy and like a playground for young criminals. Exactly what it was, then.
I looked around on the front yard where tons of drunken teenagers were making out, until I saw the familiar color of Edward's hair. I walked to the place where I had seen it. Yes, indeed – there was Edwards, passed out; next to some slut whom I assumed was Boobie.
"I'm Rosalie, thanks for calling." Sure, I didn't like the girl, but I could at least pretend to be polite.
"Yeah, I'm Boobie," She said while chewing on a piece of gum with an open mouth. I noticed that she once again said that her name was Boobie. Was this chick crazy?
I rolled my eyes silently and got a hold of Edwards's hands. Instead of trying to carry him over to the car, a thing that for sure was impossible, I decided to drag him over to it. He wouldn't be happy about it when he woke up – but that did not bother me right now. The deal was to get him out of here as quickly as possible.
Eventually, I succeeded to get him into the car. I slowly drove towards our house, wondering how we'd be able to get him in the house. I pulled up to our driveway and silently prayed for Esme not to hear the sound of Emmett's car.
I waited for the others to give me any signs to start carry Edward inside. After about ten minutes, Jasper peeked out of the front door and waved at me to come. I got out of the car quickly and dragged my brother along. He'd get a few bruises, but at this point, it didn't matter to me. I was tired and angry, and the fact that I had to pull the unconscious idiot a.k.a. my brother wasn't exactly helping.
As we got closer to the door, Jasper ran out and helped us. It made the whole thing considerably easier. When we got inside, he instead lifted Edward and hastily began to carry him upstairs. I followed him, trying to walk quietly.
Upstairs, I heard Alice's slightly desperate voice from Esme's home-office. "Look at that poor kitten! Isn't it so ugly that you just want to take care of it?" She was almost shouting and sounded like she was in deep pain. The door to the office was open, but Esme was staring at a computer screen. She also didn't see how Alice winked at me from her place next to our mum. I struggled to keep myself from giggling.
"We are not adopting a kitten!" Esme protested. "Let's go down to Jasper now."
"NO," Emmett and Alice shouted at the same time.
Jasper nodded at me and whispered, "I'll take him to his room, keep Esme occupied. And talk really loud so that she won't hear all the noise." I nodded and walked into the office as if nothing was going on.
"What's all this shouting about?" I asked extremely loudly. "Let me see the kitten!"
After glancing at the (indeed very ugly) kitten, I started to try to persuade Esme to let us adopt it. My siblings immediately understood the direction I was going in and they both started to whine together with me. "Pleeeeaseee," begged Emmett, "It's so pretty!"
Esme simply scolded us for being terribly childish, especially Emmett who should have acted like his age. That comment made me laugh, since he never acted his age and I had a hard time believing that he was pretending regarding the kitten.
A few tense seconds later, Jasper walked into the room. He didn't say anything, but the relieved glance he shot each one of us told us all we needed to know. We all looked at each other, probably thinking the same thing. This was sure as hell one unusual family.
"So…" Emmett raised his eyebrows. "…Should we name our new kitten Boobie?"
It sure was a good thing that Esme had no idea why that certain joke made us laugh so hard.
ALL-KNOWING POV
Later that night, each one of the Cullen's were lying in their beds, thinking about the next day. They were all writing in their diaries.
Alice, who swung her legs back and forth, too hyperactive to sleep, wrote:
Dear diary!
Wow, tomorrow is going to be so awesome... Rose is going to try her plan tomorrow. Personally, I think that it's a bunch of bullshit. I know that my siblings are going to believe that she actually went with an airplane and not tell our parents. Still, it feels so irresponsible.
I'm angry at her for leaving me in a car together with Jazz and Edward. I don't even think Edward is going to be able to wake up tomorrow. He's probably going to have a huge headache. He deserves it, though.
I'm going to be stuck in a car with Jazz for hours... and that'll be awkward. We haven't really talked about the kiss, but we said to each other that we're sorry and it's never going to happen again. Eddy and Jazz in the same car is a bad idea, they'll fight all the time.
It'sgoing to be so exciting to see the new house and my new job! WOW!
Oh well, I have to sleep now.
HUGE HUGS,
Alice!
A few rooms away laid Jasper in his bed, thinking about the move. He had recently gotten a diary book from Rose. He had never written in it before, but decided that he would begin now. He wrote:
Hi, diary.
I never thought that I'd be writing in this thing. Obviously I changed my mind. New house, new beginning, you know?
It's going to be exciting to see how things will go tomorrow. I mean, I'm going to be in a car together with Ali, Rose and Edward. I might as well just kill myself. Edward hates me, a feeling that I return. He's too irresponsible, yet he blames everything on me.
Being in a car with Alice ... Well, things have been strange between us for a while now. Thank God that Rose is coming too! She and Emmett are the Cullen's I get along with best. I'm actually surprised that Rose didn't insist on taking an airplane. What if she is planning something – what if she is going to run away? Should I tell someone? No, I'm probably just being silly.
I'm surprised that Emmett's leaving his girlfriend. It's good though – none of us like her, except Emmett (obviously). Her name is Tanya and she's a slut, or at least that's what we think. But hey, we can't tell him that.
Shit. It's already gone twenty minutes. I have to sleep.
Seeya,
Jazz
In another one of the rooms in the Cullen mansion, another Cullen sibling was writing in her diary. It was Rose, and she had silent tears running down her cheeks as she wrote:
Hi.
I hate this.
I hate that we have to move, and I hate that we're not a normal family. We all have secrets and we can't even tell each other important stuff. That wouldn't be too bad, but Esme and Carlisle are never there for us! I know that they have problems, and that they've been thinking of a divorce. They can't just leave us! I know that they LOVE each other!
Huh, not that anyone listens to me. I am the "little sister" of the family, even though I'm soon going to turn seventeen. No one remembers that though.
Ugh, I'm still mad at Eddy for earlier tonight. I can't believe that he can be such an idiot sometimes.
I'm lucky that I have such a great plan for tomorrow. No-one is going to suspect anything – and when they do, it will be too late. Alice is sweet with helping me... even though I know she doesn't want to. What Alice (or anyone else) doesn't know is that this plan is just a part of a bigger one.
My real plan is to get Esme and Carlisle back together again.
Bye for now,
Rose
Esme, on the other hand, was thinking different thoughts. It was late, too late to sit in her office – she knew that. However, she told herself that she could make an exception this night. She had to write about her feelings in her blog (). It was password protected, so it was sort of like her diary. She wrote:
Dear Blog,
Tomorrow is going to be a hard day. I will be leaving early, so early that I won't even have time to say goodbye to my children before my flight to Paris arrives. I want to avoid moving into the new house for as long as I can. I'm not a fan of this move, and I know that my children aren't either.
Little Alice is supportive, as always. Poor Rose is angry with us. I think that she knows that I wasn't the one deciding about the move; she has heard enough of mine and Carlisle's fights to understand that everything isn't all right. Jasper is okay with everything – maybe too okay. It feels like he's suppressing his feelings. Edward... Well, he is complicated. Emmett is much easier to read. He's really a happy-go-lucky person. I'm so lucky to have so wonderful children.
Oh, I miss Carlisle...
I love him. I do, I really do. But lately... It's all too much. I wouldn't think that he is being unfaithful. However I can't stop my mind from going there. We've had a fair deal of problems, we still have, but he wouldn't... cheat on me? It's something he needs to figure out by himself. I can only hope that he makes the right decision.
Oh, it's already past two in the morning! I'll have to wake up in two hours. I should get some sleep. Much Love,
Esme.
In the room next to Alice's, was Emmett. He was chuckling to himself while he wrote in his diary:
Yo man!
We just totally had a 'dear diary'-moment. I'm still laughing. Eddy-boy has really overdone himself today (tonight, I mean). I thought that he had learned that alcohol never does good things to people, especially since I'm a bartender and I tell him all the shit 'bout people having one drink too much. I've seen so many hilarious, drunk people, but I have never thought that Eddie would be in the top ten.
It's too bad that I decided to wait another few days with moving. Now I don't get to see Eddie with a hangover, or to hear Rose's complaining, and I don't get to find out what Ali and Jazz's problem is.
All of them think it's terrible that we're moving, but personally I don't care. I'll always go where the people that matter the most to me go. Of course, it's too bad to leave my cool job and friends, and not to mention my girlfriend. At first I actually hated the move, but I've changed my mind now. I have to break up with Tanya tomorrow. It's either that, or a long-distance relationship. I haven't decided yet.
See you later alligator,
Emmett.
Ps: I think I want to adopt a kitten...
Edward twisted and turned in his bed, slowly opening his eyes in the dark room. What the fuck had happened...? He shook his head unbelievingly, knowing that he couldn't just pass out and then not remember anything. He sighed and closed his eyes again, and soon he drifted back into unconsciousness.
Carlisle Cullen was in his office in his new hospital. His nightshift was ending in five minutes and he was getting ready to leave. He took his coat and bag, and walked towards the exit that was next to the front desk. One of the receptionists, Mary Ericsson, was still at the front desk when he was on his way to leave.
"Tired tonight, Mr. Cullen?" She asked innocently. Of course, Carlisle knew that she wasn't innocent at all – during the few days he had been in the new hospital, she had tried to flirt with him several times. Each time, he told her that he had a wife. However, he said it less and less convincing each time.
"Yes, Mary, it has been a tough shift. One of my patients almost died."
"You're such a good doctor, Mr. Cullen, don't blame yourself for it." Carlisle sighed and looked closely at the slightly younger woman. She looked sincere... and now that he was looking, kind of pretty, too.
"Call me Carlisle," he said, not really knowing why he said that.
"Carlisle… Want to have a coffee with me sometime?" Mary asked.
Carlisle hesitated, before quietly answering, "Maybe I want to." Then he left, before he was able to say or do something even more stupid. Inside of him, he cursed. However, there was some spark in him, a spark of... happiness. He didn't even realize that at that exact moment, a large part of his family crashed into pieces.
But will some glue be enough to put the pieces together or will their family destroy itself?
