Can't WAIT to see Eclipse! Sucks that America sees it before the UK :( Not happy.
Rightie-Hoe... this is the second chapter, enjoy.
Chapter Two
Edward Masen
Friday 8th November 2009
I lay staring at the ceiling, after having the worst sleep in history. Tossing and turning. The bed was lumpy, the sheets barely kept me warm. I ended up sleeping in my hoody and thick pyjama bottoms and two pairs of socks. I swear at one point in the night I could see my breath.
The wind constantly rattled against the window, howling away. I heard Esme and Carlisle come home just after midnight, I'm scarred for life, with my bedroom wall next to theirs, I heard everything; the moans and screams, I was surprised I didn't vomit into one of my boxes.
At least they still got some. It's been what… 18 months since I last had sex? And it wasn't even good sex. My poor dick, wants to come out and have some fun. I don't think it's illegal to sleep with the godparent's niece, its not like I'm related to her.
The floorboards creaked and the house whispered, perhaps Carlisle or Esme spoke in their sleep, but it was fucking creepy.
"Edward?" Carlisle said walking into my room. Knock please. "Good your up." I watched Carlisle wade through my room and throw open my trampy curtains. I covered my eyes when the light hit me. What the hell?
"Err… I could have done that once I changed." I said standing up.
"What did I say when you arrived yesterday?" Err. "You live under my house and it's my rules now… I expect you to be up at six each morning, to go and help Esme with the house chores, then breakfast and then you may get on with your day." you have to be kidding me?
"Every morning?" I asked.
"Yes and we expect you to be in bed no later then midnight." Hold up!
"I don't want to sound rude, Carlisle, but I'm 21, and I don't have a 'bed time.'" I told him.
"You do as I say, or your back on the streets, got it?"
I couldn't go back on the streets, I needed a base, but as soon as I got a good job, I was out of here.
I slowly nodded; maybe they'll ease up.
"Very well… I'll let you shower… then I expect to find you ironing the clothes in the blue basket in the utility room next the kitchen. I'd advise you iron mine, then Esme's, and then any clothes you have. Esme will give you a list of instructions on your other chores… I'll leave you too it."
Carlisle left the room, with me in shock. You've got to be kidding me?
After my warm shower, I sulked down stairs and to the utility room. I lifted the blue basket and got the clothes out and sorted them into piles. God thing Esme's clothes were mostly dresses and flowery top; otherwise, I wouldn't know the difference.
"Esme?" I called out. "Esme?" I called louder.
"Don't you dare shout in my house!" she said sternly walking into the utility room. "What do you want?"
"Erm… where's the iron and ironing board?" I asked her.
"Great, my Godsons a retard… it's in the bloody cupboard behind you, get some common sense child." excuse me?
Esme stormed out the room. I turned to find the ironing board and iron where she said.
I set it all up and started with one of Carlisle's shirts. Is this even worth it? Being talked down to and treated like a child. I may not be the brightest spark, but I am not a retard.
I pulled my ipod out from my pocket and selected Muse, Uprising; this song will get me into a better mood.
I ironed everything in the basket, shirts, jeans and underwear. Carlisle wants me to iron his underwear. I did it and then had to wash my hands at least twice afterwards.
I put the equipment away, placed Carlisle and Esme's clothes into separate piles and headed back to the kitchen. It was quarter to 7, I should still be asleep.
I went to try and find Esme; Carlisle had left for work by now. She was nowhere downstairs so I headed upstairs. I checked the bathroom, my room and then went to theirs. The door was shut and I tapped twice. No answer.
"Esme?" I asked quietly. I slowly opened the bedroom door to find a larger room than mine, with a double bed, which had an actual duvet, not sheets; so jealous. Damn, there room was way nicer than mine.
I closed the door behind me and went back downstairs.
"There you are." I said when I saw her by the bookcase. "I've been looking for you."
"You obviously didn't look hard enough." she said and walked into the kitchen. Erm yes I did. "What do you want Edward?"
"Erm, I've finished the ironing-."
"You want a slap on the back for that achievement?"
"Err… I was just wondering what you would like me to do with the clothes?" I asked.
"Leave them to me." I nodded.
"Here's you list for each morning and how we would like the chores to be done." she handed me a folded piece of paper; I put it in my back pocket.
"I'll be making pancakes for breakfast, you may read the instructions then and after, I'll be off to work. Please, start looking for work Edward. Carlisle hates slackers and they don't bode well with me." I nodded.
As I ate my pancakes, I read over the instructions Esme had given me. Did they just agree to me staying here so I could be their personal slave?
Edward,
We will expect the following chores to be completed, before 7am:
Monday:- You are to vacuum all downstairs carpets, under the sofas and tables, everywhere.
Tuesday:- Polish anywhere needed in the house, except our room.
Wednesday:- Vacuum all of upstairs, including the stairs, except our room.
Thursday:- Mow back and front lawn, even in winter, to keep the grass fresh.
Friday:- Iron and wash clothes needed, Carlisle's, then mine and then finally yours.
Saturday:- Sweep the kitchen floor and clean kitchen surfaces and clean both table and chairs.
Sunday:- You must assist me in preparing Sunday diner and have our fine china place out in the dining room, clean.
All equipment needed is stored in the utility room. We'd appreciate this done with out complaints and as little problems made.
If you live in a clean home, you have a clean mind.
As for other rules of the house:
As you know, up before 6am and chores completed before 7am.
You must be in your room by midnight, but you may not have to go straight to bed.
You must not bring any 'girlfriends' home or to your room, that also includes friends we don't approve off, you must have introduced us to them before, they are allowed to carry on coming over.
You must ask permission if you are to stay out longer than midnight.
No alcohol or drugs.
You must not get drunk.
No swearing or foul language.
You must do what we say when we say.
Respect Carlisle and I and our privacy, if we have friends over, you must stay out of our way.
Finally, you are FORBIDDEN to go into the cellar, for your safety and because it does not concern you.
Don't ask questions Edward, just do as we say.
I had to reread it over again. Damn, these people were serious? As if they have friends, they're to stuck up their own arses to have friends, who would want to be their friend, they're too strange.
I really needed to find a job and soon. They want me to do theses chores and abide by theses rules for long, hell no.
"Do you understand it all?" Esme asked me taking my empty plate from me.
"Yeah… don't worry, I follow the rules and I won't ask questions." I saw Esme give a small smile and turned away from. Aw, she isn't a heartless bitch like I thought.
Not so long afterwards, Esme left to go to work at a local bakery and wasn't expected back until 5pm. So I had a whole day to entertain myself. I wouldn't go looking for a job until Monday. I needed to still adjust to living in a new place.
I pinned Esme's rules and instructions up on my door; otherwise, I'd forget everything she'd want me to do.
God, I needed to shift some of theses boxes. I couldn't keep them here or in my car, maybe the cellar. Surely, it could hold a few boxes? I managed to stuff some under my bed but they were still in the way. What would I do when the rest of my belongings arrived?
Suddenly the house phone started to ring. Crap, where's the phone. I ran down stairs and searched frantically, following the sound. Why the hell is the phone by the back door? More appropriate if it was near the front door.
I looked at the caller ID, Rose.
"Hello?" I asked down the receiver.
"Edward! How are you?" she asked me.
"I'm good thanks and yourself?"
"I'm great… so do you have plans for today and tonight?"
"No… I don't actually, why?"
"Well, I need to come over today and I wanted to pre-warn you this time and I thought afterwards we could hang out get to know each other?"
"That sounds good and tonight?"
"I want to introduce you to my boyfriend and my pals. Let you get to know people"
"Alright, that's good. What time you coming over?"
"Now, if that's alright?"
"Yep… I'll see you in a bit then"
"You will" we both hung up.
Half an hour later, Rose came dancing into the house; I switched of the TV and went to meet her.
"Hey!" she said hugging me tight.
"Going back to the cellar?" I asked her; she nodded "Could I have look down there?"
"Why?"
"Just want to check it out… I was wondering of putting a few of my boxes down there." I told her.
"But it's not safe."
"It's just a few boxes." she was silent.
"You'll have to see with Carlisle and Esme." I nodded.
"Can I just have a peek?" she shook her head.
"Nope." she smiled and walked into the kitchen.
"Can I just see what your doing down there?" I asked.
"Top secret." she laughed. "Besides, you need to clean your car, its filthy."
"Are you crazy? It's fucking freezing outside and you want me to wash my car? No way." I said wrapping my arms around my body.
"But it's so dirty."
"It's not that bad."
"Edward, just wash it." she crossed her arms and frowned.
"Yesterday it was wash yourself, now its wash your car… do you have OCD?" I laughed.
"Piss off." she giggled.
"I'm not washing it, I'll just vacuum inside and tidy it up a bit, but I ain't washing it… do you want me to end up in hospital?"
"No… just go and clean."
"Damn, you're just like Esme and Carlisle, clean this, and clean that."
"Stop moaning." she said smacking my head.
Rose was right, my car was a mess. Especially on the inside, crap everywhere. It took me a good hour or so to clean it up.
When I was done, I went back into the house, desperately wanting a black coffee. I found Rose, reading a magazine in the kitchen, sipping some strange tea that Esme had.
"Is that a magazine I see… that would go against Carlisle's and Esme's backward ways." I said putting the kettle on.
"They're not that bad" she said putting the magazine down. I leaned against the cupboard surface and sighed.
"Oh, they are Rose."
"Did you get the rules?" she asked. I nodded. "I got rules, for when I come round, because I do treat this like a second home."
"And they were?"
"Just typical stuff… but they kept repeating stay out of my room." she laughed.
"Same, well I have to clean everywhere 'except their room.'" I told her.
"Let me look."
Rose followed me to my room and I showed her my instructions pinned up on my door. I heard Rose giggle as she read them.
"Poor you." she said patting my arm.
"Yeah poor me."
Rose and I spent the whole afternoon getting to know each other. She was extremely laid back and extremely in love with her boyfriend, Emmett, who was like a lion in bed, so I was told. I swear, I know more about their sex life now and I haven't even met the guy. But he was definitely lucky, Rose was hot.
She told me how she would help me get laid and meet new friends. Yay me.
"You'd love my brother, Jasper… he's just like you, but you'll hate his fiancé, she's an annoying bitch."
After getting to know each other, Esme came home, bang on 5pm, like she said. I felt Rose immediately close up and stay out of the way.
"Edward… could you go and please look at my cars engine, it's been playing up and you look like a guy who'd know about cars." I nodded as she handed me the keys and headed outside.
I checked Esme's car and it seemed fine. Fuck, it must be minus 5 at least out here.
I walked back into the house and heard Rose and Esme talking in hushed voices in the kitchen.
"So? That's not my problem Esme."
"You took on the responsibility."
"Still… you caused it."
"And I can end it."
"I'm just so confused."
"I know sweetheart, just stick with it."
"Okay."
I walked into the kitchen and they both walked away from each other and Rose sat down at the table.
"Your cars fine Esme." she nodded. I placed the keys down on the table and leaned against the wall.
"Right Edward, I'll pick you up at seven and Emmett can drop you off"
"Thanks… see you in a bit." she smiled and went over to hug Esme.
"Keep safe." Esme told her.
When the front door shut, the house was silent. Esme started to prepare Shepard's Pie for tea.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked.
"Can you mash the potatoes please?" I nodded.
I needed to get on Esme's good side to try and have the chores and rules relaxed for me. I didn't want to help cook, but maybe it could earn me brownie points.
Don't I sound like a sad loser?
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