Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or the characters. I would like to thank Stephanie Meyers for creating them. Some goes to the movie Daybreakers.
Shopping Again
"What the hell? Happened here?" Grandmother Esme exclaimed as she entered the house. "It looks as if a tornado passed though. Emmett, what have I told you about wrestling in the house?"
"Don't blame me. It's not my fault!" Uncle Emmett responded angrily.
Grandmother Esme took a deep breath, calming herself before she asked, "Whose fault is it then?"
Uncle Emmett gawked at her. I was wondering what my uncle could be thinking. So I turned to Dad, who just shrugged his shoulders. I should have known that he would not reveal what my uncle was thinking. Really? I thought. Dad just mouthed to me, 'Really I got nothing.'
It was this time that Uncle Emmett chose to speak. He pointed to Jacob saying, "The dog did it."
Okay, I should have been angry and mad, at Uncle Emmett for calling my Jacob a dog. But, I was laughing uncontrollably. I could not help thinking that Uncle Emmett sounded like the teenager he poses as; when being asked, "Why didn't you turn in your homework?" from a teacher. Of course Uncle Emmett, would go for the cliché "My dog ate my homework!" excuse.
When I finally stopped laughing and was able to breath properly; I turned to Uncle Jasper and said, "I think you might be wrong about me. I think I might be losing my status of being the Queen of Cliché. It looks like Uncle Emmett is catching up to me."
"What?" Grandmother Esme shook her head. "I don't even want to know. Now, Jacob, Is it true what Emmett said?"
I had to stifle a giggle while hiding my face using my hands. The reason was Jacob looked just like a puppy that was being scolded for doing something wrong.
"Yes, Ma'am." Jacob replied to Grandmother Esme.
"Well, thank you for owning up. First, clean up this mess. And, by the way Paul, don't think you're of the hook. You will be helping Jacob clean up this mess. I noticed you snickering. Am I right to believe you were involved in helping to destroy our television?" Grandmother Esme lectured in a single breath. If she had been human, that would have been quite the accomplishment.
All I could think about was, she really hadn't had the opportunity to be the amazing mom in her human life that she was in her afterlife. The way I felt about her, I can only imagine; what her real son would have felt had he lived long enough. Then again I wouldn't have known the love I get from Grandmother if her real son had lived. If he had lived, Grandmother Esme wouldn't have jumped of that cliff. I saw dad staring at me looking sad. Sorry Dad. My dad nodded in return accepting my apology. I turned back to what was happening; I noticed Paul had admitted that Jacob and him were wrestling.
I heard Paul say, "I'm sorry Mrs. Cullen. Jacob and I were arguing over what Dorittos taste better; the original nacho flavor or the new ranch flavor. Well, you know what us wolves are like. It wound up turning into a physical wrestling match."
"Yes, Paul. I do know. But, I don't believe it's just a wolf thing. It's just what boys do. That's why I jumped to blaming Emmett. He's always trying to get Jasper and Edward to fight with him. However, I am rather disappointed in you Jacob." Grandmother Esme concluded turning to Jacob. "I would expect you, to be a better example and show more respect to others. You are the alpha after all."
"Yes, Grandmother." Jacob said trying to soften Grandmother Esme's stone cold hart, by using that term of endearment.
"Well I suggest that Paul and you get going before all the stores closes." Grandmother Esme told Jacob. "Alice, could you tell them which television to buy? Also, give Jacob one of the emergency credit cards with his name on it."
"Yes, Esme." My Aunt said while dashing to her room. I was getting bored. I debated if it would be worth it to pester Uncle Emmett. I saw my dad, out of the corner of my eye; shake his head no. I decided instead to retrieve my needlework from my room and work on it until Jacob and Paul got back with a new television. It's very funny to see my family's reaction; they act as if I pulled out a silver cross. I know that I'm half human. However, I am also half vampire it not like a sewing needle will be able to pierce my skin easily. Just before Jacob and Paul walked out the door I heard Grandmother insist, "Oh, and boys, take Jasper as well."
