Crappity crap crap. Tell me if I should continue this chapter. It's SO short.

I do not own Twilight (which is obvious from the content of this)

Bella and Edward were scheduled to return to Forks on the twenty-second. This meant that we had three days until the pregnant human and wanting-to-kill-himself vampire. Alice and I decided that some away time might be good for us, and so we decided to go to London for a couple of days, where she predicted it would be rainy and frosty.

We got packed reasonably quickly (Alice wanted to take three suitcases… don't even ask what she put in them) and we left promptly, in order to fly by British Airways to London and see the sights and all that.

"This is going to be so exciting!" My little wife squealed as she bounced in her aeroplane seat. I sent calming waves around her but they ceased to help. She was grinning again in a couple of minutes.

"We're going to go on the London Eye, to Big Ben, oh my God I so want to visit the Queen." She beamed at me, and I chuckled heartily, before noticing an English family sitting behind me who didn't look impressed by Alice's stereotypical English day.

"Bloody Americans." The father muttered, not intending for us to hear.

"Do they seriously think that we all know the Queen?" The teenage daughter whispered to her brother. They both laughed.

"We can go to Abercrombie and Fitch, evern though the clothes are twice the price in England than in America, we'll go to a Pub called 'The Queen's Head' we'll buy fish'n'chips. We'll shop in Covent Gardens, and see the mimes everywhere! Oh, and we'll buy scones and we'll get one of those cute British accents…" Alice went raving on, until the father heard the accent thing.

"We do not speak with a British accent. A British accent could be English, Scottish, Welsh, anything! You mean a posh London accent!" He huffed, opening a paper and burying his nose inside it as he read.

"You learn something new everyday!" Alice squealed, squeezing my hand as the plane was about to take off. Nothing could spoil her spirits.

Okay I know that this is about the crappest thing EVER to be posted on here but I am having the worst writers block for this and I was wondering that if I write about them going to London would that be okay? I might include a lemon, maybe? Tell me what you think. Please.

Also, check out my other stories, especially Nessie Cullen. I dont have writers block with THAT :)