The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #6
Pen Name: RockRaven244
Pairing/Character(s): Edward / Carlisle
Rating: T
Word Count:500

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The colors aren't right.

I frown, drop my paint brush, and sit back in my chair.

This was supposed to be an easy A, but I may have just screwed myself.

Maybe I've been sitting here looking at it for too long.

I stand up and stretch, roll my neck, and then walk toward the kitchen.

Five-thirty.

My dad should be home any time now.

I open the refrigerator and look inside.

I wonder if my dad will notice if a beer is missing.

"Don't even think about it."

I stand up straight and spin around, finding my dad at the island going through the mail.

"How do you do that?"

He snorts but doesn't answer.

"Why were you eyeing the beer?"

I close the refrigerator and my head falls back.

"My project isn't looking too great."

"Can I see it?"

I nod and head back toward the study.

I nod at the easel and my dad smiles, clapping me on the shoulder. His hands are resting on the back of the chair and his eyes are moving quickly over the canvas.

My dad, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, has eyes that can see every detail. It's intimidating and I always worry that he'll be disappointed.

He glances at me and then turns back to the painting.

I try to see what he sees.

A castle in muted grays with hints of beige and yellow, water with variations of yellow, green, and blue; mossy green trees in the background and lily pads just at the edge of the frame.

The water isn't quite right, the reflection of the castle isn't coming across the way I'd hoped.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

I shrug and nod, anxious.

He points his pinky finger and outlines the water. "Maybe add a little more shading to get the reflection your looking for here," he drags his finger along the darker areas of the water.

He always seems to know exactly what is bothering me.

"And maybe an illusion of a woman in one of the tower windows. Someone watching from within," he narrows his eyes. "Give it a little mystery... enchantment."

Huh … that's an idea.

He stares at it a few minutes longer before turning to me with a smile.

"It's gorgeous, Edward. Honestly," he steps toward me. "You're talent is beyond words."

I duck my head, embarrassed.

I clear my throat and ask, "so what are we doing for dinner?"

It's my dad's turn to blush now.

"Well, Esme invited us over tonight, if that's okay with you."

I shrug, and nod. "Sure."

"Her children, Jasper and Rosalie will be there. You know them, right?"

"Yeah, Jasper is cool. Rosalie not so much."

"What? Why?"

"She's a … not a nice person. Her friends are pretty hot though."

"Oh yeah? Anyone I should know about?"

"Nah, I don't know."

"Well, Esme said Rosalie's friend Bella will be there also."

My eyes open wide and shoot straight to his.

He laughs, "thought so."

Damn.