SAVE DOOMSDAY FOR ME

esme's pov

My poor girls.

I don't think I have the heart to see my little Alice suffering right now.

And then Rosalie's nose will surely flare up like hers in a few hours.

And my Bella-I can't even think of her.

I took my car key lying on my bedroom dresser. The keychain that hung was the one I picked out in our last trip to Disneyland. Those were the good times before Luke gave us any real assignments. Everything was so laid back. So nothing-to-fufill-on-schedule. Just like this smile Tinkerbell sported. In a way, she reminds me of my girls. She has Rosalie's blonde hair, Alice's tiny frame, and Bella's stubbornness. I laughed quietly.

I toyed with the Tinkerbell keychain on my way down the stairs and nearly tripped. Again, I just laughed it all off. Such a simple world. I decided that I should take the longer route and took a turn to pass by the lobby and take a whiff of fresh air but then the silliest thing happened. I dropped my keys and before I could pick it up, he was already handing it to me. I continued to look down but he reached for my hand and tucked it in there and closed it again.

"There," he breathed.

He had the most beautiful voice and I decided to look up at his face and it did him justice. He also had the softest, lightest blonde wave, his eyes, his nose, his lips-they were irresistible.

He flashed the most brilliant smile I thought a human could never achieve and I decided to return the gesture.

"I'm Carlisle."

There was something about his name that reminded me of someone. I couldn't help but wince.

"Hello Carlisle."

"And uh ... erm ... you are?"

"Esme."

"Hello Esme."

"Hello Carlisle."

Okay, that sounded very weird. His eyebrows even creased and he allowed the most adorable chuckle.

I chuckled with him.

Now I know the rule that you shouldn't fall in love in the job and all but I wasn't. I was just doing a little flirting. I have acquired human emotions, you know, and I feel what they feel. Besides, this man was my age-at least, the age I pretend to be and pretend to look like.

"Are you a student here?" he asked-unsure of himself.

"No, actually I'm a teacher. A new one, too," I beamed at him.

"Oh, me too," he said and raised his hand as if he was going to answer a question.

He was hilarious.

"You're hilarious!" okay, I could've kept that to myself.

"You're beautiful," he gushed. "Um, what I mean to say is that, uh ... Miss?"

"Miss Platt."

"Yes, yes, Miss Platt, you're ... you're ... I apologize," he bowed his head a little bit and shut his eyes nervously. "I should not have said that. It was very un-teacher-like of me."

"Well then, you're forgiven. And thank you but listen, I really have to get going."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," his eyes narrowed like he was telling himself how stupid he was.

It made me blush-I felt my cheeks grow warm.

"You're forgiven again, Carlisle. Or should I call you Mister ... uh?"

"Cullen. But I prefer Carlisle."

"Okay then. I'll see you later, Carlisle!" I waved back at him and nice old Philip Dwyer before dashing away.

What was I doing? My little girls were getting sick fast and yeah, school's still in a month but they're sick! Think Esme, think!

carlisle's pov

"Ah, get a hold of yourself, Carlisle," Philip nudged at me and I just noticed that my mouth hung wide open in Esme's direction.

She walked ever so gracefully it was shame she had to leave so soon.

She pounded her fists on her head as if she said something crazy.

"Wh-wh-who was that again?" I stammered.

"Oh, Ms. Platt, she's a new teacher here. But her nieces have been here since last year," Philip smiled and continued mopping the floor.

"Her nieces?"

"Yes. I think their names are Rosalie, Alice, and Bella. Very pretty young girls. They're juniors this year, I think."

"Wow. Their aunt is really something," I couldn't shut up even if I wanted to.

"Yes. It's hard to believe she's single," Philip mused.

"She's what?"

I dashed out of the lobby in an instant. I didn't know what I was going to do next. My legs were moving as fast as they could but my mind was very still. I tried to think of an excuse to hold her up a bit more.

"Esme!" I called out breathlessly.

Her bouncy brown hair tossed in the air unintentionally as she turned to face me.

"Carlisle?!"

"Yeah. H-hey. Listen, I was going to get something in town, too, and I was wondering if we could go together," I managed. Okay, that was a good enough reason to be with her.

"Oh, hmm," she pursed her luscious lips. "Okay then. Should we use my car?"

"No," I said too suddenly. And then I realized that we should because I didn't have a car of my own.

Too late to take my word back now.

"I ... I have a car. Well, it's not mine but it's my nephew's. I'm sure we can borrow his."

"Oh, that's okay. We can use mine. We're right in front of it now," she smiled and pointed at the pink Volkswagen Beetle Mania. "My nieces did the paint job themselves. Very talented girls."

She hopped inside the driver's seat and I sat in the passenger's. She turned the music on and it played an 80's hit song that even a non-music fan like me knows of.

"Tiffany?"

"Yes! Do you listen to her? This is my favorite song, you know," she giggled.

"What's this called again?" I asked her-intrigued by her enthusiasm.

"Wait for the mp3 player to flash the name," she said and pointed on the screen before starting the engine.

After a few seconds, 'Tiffany - All This Time' flashed on the screen. I saw her smile at me and so I gave her a smile as quickly as I could.

"Reminds me of somebody special, see," she mumbled.

I stared at her in curiosity.

"Oh," she blushed a beautiful shade of salmon that matched her lips. "I shouldn't be telling you that. It's embarrassing!"

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me," I assured her.

"It doesn't make me feel any better. I must be the craziest person you've met today, huh?"

"What will make you feel better, then?"

"Don't misjudge me in any way. I'm not usually this cruel unless I'm working-"

"Oh yes. When you're a teacher, you have to be cruel," I mused.

Whether working as a teacher-mentor to stubborn teenage angel warriors like Emmett, Jasper, and Edward or being an ordinary teacher to mortal teenagers.

"Yes, something like that ..." she grimaced as if there was some hidden meaning in her words. "Well, anyway, if I'm embarrassed, the only thing that makes me feel better is seeing someone do an even more embarrassing act than I did."

"Hmm," I thought about it for a moment.

Should I tell her an embarrassing secret, too?

I can't tell her anything because I'm not human like her.

Songs don't remind me of the ladies I've gone out before.

In truth, I only went out with only one girl before.

And it was a really really really long time ago. Thousands of years before music was even sounded.

Maybe I should pick my nose for her?

Wouldn't that turn her off?

I knocked my head for some brilliant idea to hit me. And just then-inspiration. As soon as the song 'All This Time' ended, it was followed right after with the irresistible introduction of Gloria Estefan's 'Conga'. I started to dance without thinking and sang along the songs. I remember the lyrics perfectly the night Emmett decided to throw a karaoke party. Thank you, photographic memory.

"What are you doing?" Esme asked while waiting for the green light to flash in the street.

"I'm dancing. Is this embarrassing enough?" I asked during an instrumental part.

"Yes! Please stop," she howled and hit her head with the steering wheel. "You're even crazier than I am!"

"You can say that again!" I said and continued my horrible dance.

She couldn't stop laughing and it pleased me a lot.

This is a funny way to get to a woman's heart.

But it was worth seeing her smile like that.

"Carlisle?" she snapped her fingers in front of me. "Where did you say you're going again?"

"Huh?" I didn't know what to say so I stalled her by singing even louder. "I was going to buy some ... soap."

"Soap?" she asked-disbelieving.

"Yes. You know. Soap," I smiled.

She laughed even louder when I attempted to imitate Gloria Estefan's moves again.

"If there was a space here, I'd definitely ask you to dance with me," I told her.

She stepped on the breaks and stopped the engine in front of a drug store. "Too bad, Enrique Iglesias. We're here. They do sell soaps in here right?"

"Er-yeah. Soap. Sure," I made a face.

She locked the doors and we walked side-by-side to the drug store.

I could've picked something else had I known that she was going here.

"Yes, ma'am? Sir?" a young lady in a white lab gown asked in a friendly tone.

"Yeah. I need some flu meds please. Give me everything you have in here to help stop flu. Good for three persons. Hmm-make that four."

The lady's jaws fell and even I was shocked.

"How about yours, sir?" she turned to me.

"Um ... soap. Anything you got available."

She looked at us curiously before she turned away to fetch the things we needed.

alice's pov

"Bella? Rosalie? You guys? Are you in human hearing range?"

My nose is killing me and I hadn't got up from bed for 2 days now. There was no tv, no radio, and no more tissue rolls. I really should've gotten that tiny thing people carry around these days. What do they call it again? Cell phones, I think? I wobbled my way to the bathroom and blew my nose on the sink. I looked at myself on the mirror. Boy was I a mess. And I am in a bad need for tissue papers.

Just then, a soft knock came from the door and I left the water flowing in my haste.

"Finally!" I breathed. "You're here."

I assumed that it was Bella or Rosalie or Esme but instead, it was a beautiful blonde human boy.

"Um," he looked at me awkwardly.

I never allowed myself to look bad in my entire demon life span but I had to choose today. The day when a beautiful blonde human boy shows up.

"I-I really thought you were someone else," I scrambled for a scarf and wrapped it below my eyes.

He looked at me curiously. "Oh that's okay."

And he had to be so sweet that it wasn't fair. His eyes, his nose, his lips-they all screamed innocence and boy-next-door beauty.

"Can I do something for you?" I asked and eyed on the heavy load he was carrying.

"Yes actually. I'm kind of lost here. I need to find my way back to room B20."

"It's in the other tower. You're in the Girls' Dormitory Tower."

"Really? This school's really big and all," he extended a free hand. "I'm Jasper and I'm a newbie here."

Jasper. Suits him well.

"I'm Alice and I'd love to shake on that but I have a bad cold," I said regretfully.

"I don't mind," he smiled, took my hand and shook it.

Thankfully, I had a scarf on so he didn't see me blush.

"I better get going. Thank you so much for your help."

"No problem."

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked eagerly. "You must've just gotten off the bed for me."

"No no no. I was going to call my sisters to get me some tissue paper anyway," I smiled. At least I did, beneath my scarf.

He opened one of the bags he was carrying and handed me a Softies box.

"A peace offering."

I was hesitant to accept it but I didn't want him to grab my hand again.

Or did I?

"Thank you, Jasper."

"I'll see you around!" he waved. "And get well soon."

As soon as I'd shut the door, I took the scarf off and gasped for air. I needed air badly but my nose were too stuffy.

Breathe Alice.

Don't let the cold take over you.

But most importantly, Jasper Newbie.

He was just a boy. A very cute human boy. The whole entire human world is filled with the likes of him. What makes him so special?

"Alice, we're back," Bella and Rosalie called from outside the door.

I unlocked it right away and took them in with all my might.

"Whoah. Feeling any better?" Bella asked.

"Where did all the excitement come from? And what's with the scarf?" Rosalie joined.

"Never mind that. You, Rose. You're in big trouble," I spoke with the strongest tone I could make.

"What are you talking about, Mary Alice Brandon?"

"The guy literally appeared in front of my door and he was cute. Let me just tell you that!"

"Are you talking about the new student Rose told us about?" Bella asked quietly.

"Yes! Thank you, Bella. I'd kiss you right now if I wasn't so preoccupied with getting my germs on you."

"Ah. Why didn't you say so? I mean sure he was cute and all," Rosalie merely shrugged.

I was so annoyed and at the same time, mystified. Why was I doing this again?

"But he was so cute beyond words. He was Innocence himself!"

"Wait a minute," she interrupted me and pursed her lips. "He was not very innocent-looking."

"What was he like then?" I challenged.

"A sex god."

"Whaat?" Bella and I shrieked.

Since when did Rosalie describe humans like this? This was so not her.

And besides ... "Jasper's not sex god material, Rose, but I appreciate your new vocabulary."

"Jasper? I thought his name was Emmett."

"Emmett?" I snorted. "What kind of name is an 'Emmett'? His name is Jasper. The blonde newbie."

Rosalie's eyes widen and they sparkled, too. "There's more than one new student."

Bella and I were speechless.

Just how insane were these new teenage boys, anyway? Or have they come for the party again this year?

jasper's pov

Wow. That Alice girl sure was something.

Very cute and very pretty. Tiny and quirky.

I'd love to play the scene where she wrapped the scarf around her face in record time over and over again in my head but I have heavy luggage with me.

And brothers to kick.

I knocked on Room 20's door furiously.

The door swung open-revealing Edward drying his hair with a towel a little at the back and Emmett with a bag of Cheetos.

"Dude, Jasper, where have you been?"

"Jasper? Are you okay?"

"Emmett, Edward, I'm a good brother, aren't I?" I asked them.

"The best," Edward shrugged.

"Sometimes. Okay okay, I mean, you can be too much of a human hugger sometimes? But you're a good brother," you can guess who said that.

I made my way inside the room for the first time. It had thick green curtains draping over the windows that matched the identical 4-poster beds. I dropped the heavy bags and jumped on the couch.

"What happened, anyway?" Edward asked while getting a handful from Emmett's junk food bag.

"Got lost," I shrugged.

"So how did you find your way here? It's not a very obvious path."

"Yeah. I asked for directions."

"There are people around here? I would've thought this school's deserted for obvious reasons," he laughed.

"Not exactly. I had to knock on doors and it was a good thing a girl-"

"A girl?" Emmett burst.

"She looked like she got a bad fever and I had to make her get out of bed and I just feel terrible."

I tossed Edward's bag on the bed with his Eeyore stuffed toy-with its butt facing me.

"Phew! What was in there, Ed?"

"Books, cds ..."

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

"What is it, Emmett?" I asked impatiently.

"S-so tell us about this girl. Was she blonde? Victoria's Secret Model Type?"

"What are you talking about? She was sick! Not disgusting sick but fever sick."

"Yeah, but ... you know," he looked a bit lost.

I rolled my eyes and headed for the couch. "Her name is Alice. She's tiny. Cute. Real funny, too."

"Oh thank God!"

"Huh?"

"I thought that we liked the same girl. I was just ... never mind you know. So did you decide to work your magic on her?" he continued to press on.

Edward thought it was hilarious.

"Um, man? In case you haven't noticed, flirting is not my thing. I'm not the angel of love."

"Yeah but you're the angel of healing."

"So?"

"The magic I was talking about was about that. Geez!"

"Oops. Sorry. Well, I might've slipped in some healing powder in the tissue box I gave her."

"You gave her a tissue box?!"

Thankfully, Carlisle walked in the room with a box of soap. That temporarily shut Emmett up.

"Sorry I didn't drain the tub yet," Edward was the first to say something to him.

"I'm not taking a bath," he replied wearily.

"Then why do you have soap?" I asked-intent on keeping the distraction. "Tons of soap."

Anything's better than Emmett babbling about the right's and wrong's on girls and dating.

"I made a fool of myself to this female teacher called Esme. I don't want to talk about it," he frowned next to me.

Well I do.

"Cheer up, Carlisle," I smiled to him.

"Besides," Emmett began. "Can't be worse than giving a girl a tissue box."

I was on the verge of stuffing his oversized head on the empty junk food bag until Carlisle looked up at us and muttered, "I danced the Conga."

Author's Note : Hey fanfiction readers! Here's Chapter 2! Now I know that the scheduled update day I picked was on a Saturday (if you didn't know this before then ... now you know!) but I have some leadership training to do for the entire weekend. The school's student council are planning a get together before the school year officially begins in about a week from now. So, enough of my pointless blabbers. I'm working hard with Chapter 4 right now. I think I'm having a minor writer's block (dun dun dun). I'll try to fix it on my so-called weekend getaway.

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