TA Chapter 4

"So, the next award is, happiest person of the year!" As soon as the name of the award was said, people burst into conversation. The werewolves were all patting Seth on the pack, he was a sure winner for this award. No one was happier than him.

"You might as well go up now Seth, you contented berk" Paul laughed. Seth was confused, what the fudge was a berk?

"Yeah, the name will be read out, and it'll be Seth Berkwater" Embry hit him on the shoulder. Ow.

"Berkwater" the table laughed.

"That's a good one!" Quil said, pointing and laughing at Seth. His eyebrows mashed together. Now he felt like he was being ridiculed, and he still didn't know what a berk was! Everywhere he looked, people were laughing. Laughing at him. Why! He hadn't done anything particularly funny. What was going on? Even the vampires were laughing. Had they even heard? Seth looked down at the alcoholic beverages that nearly all of them were drinking. He, Collin and Brady were the only ones with crappy water. Could werewolves get drunk? Well they were still human, but technically because of their fast wolfy genes the problem should resolve its self before they felt the after effects, but that didn't mean they couldn't get drunk. But what about the vampires then? Why were they laughing. He was so confused, filled with teenage insecurities!

"SHUT UP!" He had shouted and stood up, his chair falling back behind him, and the room went silent. Seth thought it was bad before, but he'd give anything to have the laughter back. Stop staring at me. Paul was the one to get up.

"Why don't you shut up, you insecure berk" he chortled and Seth's eyes widened with rage.

"WHAT THE FUDGE IS A BERK!" He repeated his earlier thoughts, and the sentence echoed around the room, the word berk softly reverberating until it seemed like even the room was mocking him. He was trembling now, and a hot hand pushed him back into his seat.

"Anybody got a dictionary?" Jacob asked to no one in particular. He didn't expect anyone to answer, but surprisingly someone did.

"Oh, I do!" Alice chimed, reaching for her bag.

"Alice, why do you have a dictionary?" Emmett asked, looking at her like she was crazy.

"Well, she obviously saw that this was going to happen" Rosalie said to him, rolling her eyes.

"No, because it's a table of werewolves, of course she didn't see" Edward said snorting at the stupidity.

"Then why does she have a dictionary?" Emmett repeated. Alice had a small collection of useless objects piling up on the table, and they all looked at in silence.

"Alice, how did you get all that into that tiny bag?" Jasper asked his wife. She shrugged, still pulling things out.

"More importantly, why did you put all that stuff into that bag" Emmett said, not giving up on his questioning, though he never got any answers.

"Whoa, it's like a Mary Poppins bag" Seth said, astounded.

"Who's Mary Poppins?" Jared asked.

"What are you talking about 'who's Mary Poppins'?" Leah scoffed. "Everyone's seen that movie" she rolled her eyes at him.

"Well obviously I didn't" Jared rose his chin in the air.

"What kind of childhood did you have?" Embry asked, Sam giving him a warning glance. He ignored it.

"A good one" was Jared's answer, his chin still risen in the air. Embry was about to say something else but Alice interrupted him.

"Found it!" She trilled, holding it up for all to see. Emmett tried to ask his question one more time with a sigh.

"Why?" They knew what he meant.

"You never know when you might need a dictionary" she smiled, and Edward heard them all think the same thought. Crazy.

"Oh right, because every day you just stop in the middle of the street and say 'hey, I need a dictionary'" Emmett said sarcastically.

"Well this argument would still be going on if I didn't happen to have a dictionary, so you can suck it Emmett" Alice stuck her tongue out and Carlisle choked on air.

"Suck what?" He asked incredulously, Esme next to him laughed. Seth quickly grabbed the dictionary out of Alice's hands and scrolled through. Soon he found it and read out the definition.

"Berk. Slang for idiot." They all stared at him while before anyone said anything.

"You berk. All that for a definition!" Quil started laughing, soon joined by others. Oh no, the laughter was back. Alice took back her dictionary, and began repacking everything into her tiny back. Seth stared, dumbfounded.

"Idiot?" Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he was angry again. "Why didn't any of you tell me that!" The werewolves looked at each other before Jake spoke for the rest of them.

"Well, it's not something you can explain" he shrugged, and the other's nodded.

"Yes, you can, you idiot!" Seth shouted back.

"No, berk" Embry nodded and raised his eyebrows as if this was the most insightful thing he had ever said, correcting formal language with slang. Seth threw a breadstick at him before storming out.

"You'll miss your award!" Jared shouted back, but he had already turned the corner to the toilets.

"And the nominees are!" Stephenie said, as if nothing had happened. "Seth, Marcus, and Aro" there was a drum roll, and Leah whispered 'I'll go and collect his prize' to the table. They all waited... "Marcus!" There was a dead silence in the room, Marcus shuffled to the front of the room, collected the award with a blank expression on his face, sighed into the microphone, and went back to the Volturi table and sat down. The audience followed his actions, until finally the werewolves started shouting in complaint. This went on for a few minutes before Stephenie finally got the courage to shout into the microphone.

"Shut up you shape shifting berks!" They were silent and taken back. In the toilets Seth sighed. He was a teenage 'berk' and didn't even win an award. It sucked to be him. He sighed and went back to the hall. On with the show!

AN – Aw, poor Seth! I quite enjoyed writing this chapter, the longest so far, so review and tell me what you thought!