Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Esme
"Carlisle, did you talk to the High Council yet?"
"No, that's next on the list. I just got done talking to the housing authority about getting her place set up."
"And?"
"They can't until another one opens up. That could be days, weeks, maybe even months. We've had a large influx of newcomers recently and they all take priority over Isabella since she wasn't supposed to be here yet."
I blow out a breath. I have no idea how she's going to take that. Edward will definitely be ecstatic though. She gets to live with him until she can move into her own place. I hope he's not driving her crazy. Sometimes he just gets over excited and can't control himself. He's like a little boy all hopped up on sugar.
Of course, if she has a real problem with living with him, I can kick Carlisle out and she can stay with me while he stays with him. I don't think either of the men would like that very much and I would surely have to deal with Carlisle's sad pout face until he could come back. I have no idea how he survived in this life without me.
For how old he is, you'd think he'd be able to act less like a child when he was slightly put out. Jeez.
AN:
Would you believe it if I said I'd been listening to Bastille for about twelve hours when I wrote this (which was a week ago)? My suitemate came in while I was singing and making hand gestures. She stares at me a lot.
Life gets a little more stressful as the weeks go by and I'm not scheduled to work. I need to quit or find a second job pretty much. I'm trying not to let it affect my writing, but it's hard to focus.
There's more to come today/tomorrow/whenever I can get it done, so hang tight.
-Cannibal