Author's Note:
This scene was written for The Fic Lab (Thanks for the inspo, Hotteaforme!) and the prompt was #timecapsule.
As always, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just own (sort of) the unhealthy amount of time I spend reading Twilight fanfic.
What's in the Box?
With a shovel and his bare hands, Emmett rooted around in the overgrown dirt deep in the woods behind his family's old house. If he didn't trust the perfect recall of his vampire memory, he'd believe he had buried the box somewhere else.
After all, it had been a century since he'd put together the time capsule, inspired by "Kindergarten Cop 2." Man, he loved that movie.
Dirt caked underneath his fingernails, sleeves of his flannel shirt pushed up past his elbows, he finally lifted the last mound of earth covering the old shoebox. "Victory!" he cried out, raising his right fist triumphantly.
Emmett pulled the box from the hole and set it aside so he could replace the dirt. Once he'd finished the task, he tucked the box under his arm and ran through the trees toward where the rest of his family had gathered.
Ascending the steps to the newly remodeled house, where they'd all lived back when Bella and Renesmee had first joined the family, Emmett bounded into the living room.
"Emmett, wash your hands! You'll get dirt everywhere!" he heard Esme call from somewhere near the back of the house.
Setting the box on the unused dining room table, he quickly scrubbed his hands under the faucet in the kitchen. By the time he returned to the dining room, the family had gathered.
"Thank you all for coming to the ceremonial opening of the Cullen Time Capsule of 2016. I'm sure you're all anxious to see just what sorts of things were important to us 100 years ago," he beamed, pulling the box toward himself.
"Especially since none of us actually contributed anything to this time capsule," Edward muttered.
Emmett laughed. "Oh, Eddie Boy. How little you know, especially for a mind reader."
As he lifted the lid, Emmett hummed "Also Sprach Zarathustra." His eyes shone with glee as he peeked into the box, rummaging around a little.
"Ness, here's the program from when you went to see 'Hamilton,'" he said, handing her the brittle pamphlet with the distinctive gold and black cover. "Jasper, that grid you made to track all your PokemonGO characters."
Shaking out the crumbled paper, Jasper studied the check marks and notes he'd made. Emmett handed Carlisle a copy of a medical journal documenting the zika virus and its spread. Esme was given a copy of Architectural Digest that had inspired a remodel on the house the family lived in at the time.
"Rosie, here's your copy of 'Lemonade' by Beyonce. I knew you'd miss it so I bought you another one," Emmett said sheepishly, sliding the CD to his wife.
A folded piece of paper was handed to Bella, who opened it and smiled. "A printout of that Obama/Biden meme I made that accidentally went viral. Those were the days…" she sighed.
Seeing what was next to come out of the box, Edward growled a little at his brother. The larger vampire just shrugged and tossed him the limited-edition Cubs jersey from the team's World Series win.
Next came a stuffed gorilla with an embroidered shirt that said, "RIP Harambe" across the chest. Emmett had ordered it off Etsy shortly after the animal's death.
Only Alice's unwilling contribution remained.
"Here, Alice. These are yours," Emmett said, passing the entire time capsule box to her.
She peeked inside, her golden eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open.
"Emmett!" Alice shrieked. "You're supposed to take my Louboutins OUT of the box before making your time capsule!"