DISCLAIMER:
I cannot think of anything poetical to write
About the many ways in which I do not own Twilight
And so I fear, my friends, that you will have to be content
With - Great. I had a rhyme but then it kinda up and went!
Yes, this is what you get from a girl with a cold :) Cinnamon Selkie is probably rolling in her grave right now. Although maybe not, since she's alive...
Dammit, my head hurts even trying to think about it.
Anyway, thanks for all your lovely enthusiastic reviews on the story so far-and for those who've commented on Mythical Madness; I'm glad I can make so many people laugh!
"Ow!" Bella said as she lay on the floor, her head having narrowly missed the now-empty firework shell. Rosalie skirted her deftly, making her way up the stairs to deal with Emmett, who had left a gunpowder-like smell trailing through the house.
Edward raced to his girlfriend and stared into her eyes.
"Bel... oh…kay?" he said.
Bella's reply was interrupted by a commotion on the second floor, with not a few cries of pain mixed in. After ten seconds had passed, Rosalie appeared at the top of the stairs, a grim expression on her face. She had a tight grip on Emmett, who had a tight grip on Jasper—who had a tight grip on a torn ball dress and his green slime ball. He also had no idea whether he was supposed to be scared or annoyed: Emmett's fear was closer to him, but Rosalie's anger was far stronger.
He settled on annoyed.
"Wouldyouletmegonow?" he said to Emmett.
Emmett shook his head, his fear having been tainted with some of annoyance's stubbornness.
"Well then," said Rosalie, tilting her chin in a determined way. "I guess I'm going to bring you both down with me—Jasper, what is that torn thing you're holding? Is that… Alice's dress?"
Rosalie was just on the point of continuing with: "She's not going to be happy", when Alice sat bolt upright with a menacing glare. Emmett took this as a chance of escaping back through the second storey of the house. Rosalie went after him.
"Jasper, you haven't—! You have!" said Alice.
Jasper was instantly reduced to a gibbering wreck.
"Well she was dragging me, and I had to grab onto something and the wardrobe was close and—"
"Zip it."
"Sorry."
"Now, would you go and fix my dress for me please?"
"Yes, Alice." Handing over the slime ball, Jasper took the dress very carefully and walked away.
Having subdued him to her satisfaction, Alice continued to the general public, "Now, I came in to say something, but I can't remember what; all I remember is my dream— Wait, haveI been asleep? How is that possible?"
Nobody was listening. Nobody, that is, except for Carlisle, whose scientific curiosity was enough to propel him out of his slumber and into the real world.
"I have no idea, Alice," he said. "I've never heard of a vampire being asleep… except…"
He looked down at himself, barely registering the fact that he was still dressed in a clown costume, then stared back at his wife, who was also wearing clown clothes, and the only vampire in the house still asleep. "It's impossible!" he said, his brain struggling with the idea. "Isn't it?"
Alice was staring at him. "Or is it?"
Bella, who was still lying prostrate on the floor with her stomach sticking into the air, made a move to get up. She was immediately flattened by Emmett, who was carrying five cardboard boxes of joke shop paraphernalia, and supervised by a smug Rosalie.
"Bel…!" said Edward. He peered into his girlfriend's eyes. "…la!" he said.
Carlisle's mind at once switched to medical attention for Bella. "Are you okay, Bella?"
"Well, I'd like to get up," said Bella, who was getting slightly frustrated.
"What are you doing down there, anyway?" Carlisle asked.
Bella blushed. "I think I tripped on something."
Carlisle's gaze wandered over to the firework shell that lay beside Bella. In an instant his face changed and he forgot Bella completely. "Who left this here?" he growled.
"Probably Emmett," said Rosalie.
"You all know how I hate mess! If I've told you once, I've told you all a dozen times! This house is to be kept clean!" Carlisle was off and away. In a matter of minutes, he had turned from scientist, to doctor, to maddened housewife.
Bella looked at the Cullens to see how she should behave. They were all standing still, waiting for Carlisle to finish.
He showed no signs of stopping; in fact, his voice was getting louder and higher with every passing moment. "…And furthermore, this case has leaked gunpowder right into the house and back to wherever it came from! It's a mess! I want this place cleaned from top to bottom, RIGHT… now…?"
Carlisle's rage immediately dissipated at the sight of Esme rising from the floor. She was thoroughly awake, and quite concerned for her husband's state of mental health.
"Carlisle? What have I told you about getting worked up like this?"
"Um…"
"You know it does nothing to help." Esme gradually steered Carlisle through the room, past the other occupants of the house, and up the stairs. "All it does is make everybody else mad. You're just lucky that Jasper wasn't here..."
"You know, I came in to say that Emmett's making fireworks out in the back shed, but after that I don't think I'll bother now," said Alice to nobody in particular.
Bella looked around again. Everybody was back to normal. Except for Edward, who was still staring at her.
"Edward?"
No reply. He took a step toward her, eyes wide and staring-almost mesmerising.
"Edward?"
Still, nothing. Alice, seeing Bella's predicament, came over to help her.
Together, they shouted, "Edward?"
Edward only came closer, and closer…
...And on that note, we end the chapter.
So, in Twilight-related news, I got to see Eclipse on opening night, and it was awesome. Definitely the best of the Twilight movies so far. The first one was fantastic for all the wrong reasons, and I didn't like the second. Plus, has anybody else read The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner yet? I really liked it! This, coming from somebody who's gone from being a book-fan to a meh-fan, to a moderate movie-fan.
Reviews are appreciated, but I won't Edward-ise you if you don't leave one! :)