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A/N: So, here's another little snippet of the boys playing. It's not long by any stretch of the imagination, but I may extend it soon. Not now though, since I"m supposed to be studying. The good news, however, is that I'm already almost halfway done with the next Bella chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Emmett was going to try to kill me. There was no doubt about that—I had now won too many games, and even if I did trail behind Jasper and Carlisle, he was more upset that he trailed behind me. He could accept defeat at the hands of Jasper or Carlisle marginally well, as they were by far older and more experienced than either of us, but to allow me to win was intrinsically against his nature.
He was glowering magnificently: I smiled, unable to keep a self-assured smirk off of my face. I could tell it from his face and didn't even need to hear his thoughts: this was war. However, I couldn't banish the images racing through Emmett's head: scenes of my humiliation and his victory. They only made my smirk wider, and his expression more forbidding.
Carlisle's voice broke through our deadlocked gaze: "Boys, this is to be a fair, relatively clean game, please." Jasper snorted—no game of ours was ever clean, not even relatively so. And now that the girls had departed—to go shopping, of course—things were only about to get worse. We were spread about the field, dimly aware of the thick haze the rain made of the electrified air. "Emmett, that means no cheap shots. Same for you Edward. And Jasper." We all grinned—we knew perfectly well that, with vampires, nothing really was a cheap shot, which was one of the advantages of practically being a moving marble statue. I supposed we could hurt one another, as it is possible for one vampire to destroy another, but that wasn't exactly likely to happen anytime soon, unless I began taunting Emmett…
Carlisle twirled the Frisbee in his hands. "Are we all clear on the rules?" he asked, to be quickly answered by Jasper: "Yeah. Catch the Frisbee, throw the Frisbee, slaughter whoever has the Frisbee—It's simple enough. Even Edward shouldn't have any problems following the rules this time."
I hid my laugh with a soft growl, but Jasper laughed at me anyways. Perhaps the best reward was his thought—Good to have you back again. Now, prepare to lose He and Emmett were teamed against Carlisle and I, for this game—this looked to be a promising battle.
The white disc went flying from Carlisle's hand—I raced forward, only to be met by Emmett's bulk driving me to the ground as Jasper snatched the Frisbee from the air with deft fingers. My head hit the ground with a wet thud and I grimaced at the idea of the mud that would be plastered in my hair. Emmett was off again in an instant, racing to catch Jasper's latest throw: I was up on my feet and after him in an instant, racing ahead of him to make the catch and propel the disk across the field to Carlisle just in time.
By the time the game was over, we had all had our share of time in the mud—Carlisle, Jasper, and I were all caked from head to toe, but Emmett was probably the worst off—A dive for the Frisbee had led him to crash into the trees and he was now bedecked with brambles and dead leaves from the forest floor. A small section of woodland looked to be even worse off though—he had destroyed two saplings with his exuberant catch. Despite his appearance, he was still smiling, as he and Jasper had pulled a last minute victory with that very catch: I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off of his face.
"I'm still ahead, you know" I said smugly. His face fell marginally, and then, before I could react, he barreled into me, knocking me to the ground once more. A quick wrestling match ensued: I remained pinned to the ground, as Jasper decided to aid Emmett by sitting on me, adding with a small smile: "It's only fair you know—I've had to be his playmate much more than normal, since you've been goofing off. I believe it's your turn now." Carlisle, watching from the sidelines, laughed—"As long as you're not in the house. Your mother would kill us all."