Carlisle had just arrived home from the hospital, and was busy hanging his coat up in his bedroom closet, when he noticed that a box marked Carlisle's Stuff that was usually pushed way back in the very far corners had been pulled to the front. The lid was laying a few feet away, he anxiously looked inside and immediatly knew what was missing...

"Esme! Esme!" he called bursting out of the room and down the stairs. He slid into the kitchen (knocking the dining room table and chairs over in the process, ouch, he was gonna pay for that one later...) and stopped in front of a very confused looking Esme. "Where are my Blue Jean Limited Edition David Bowie Butthuggers?" he said this all in one long and very fast breath. She just gave him a very puzzled look.

"What are those?"

"You know, the ones I wore that one time..."

She just stared at him, "The ones I wore to the National Disco Dance Competition in 1978. (Ok, can any of you imagine Carlisle disco dancing? I think it would be freaking hilarious...) I remember it like it was yesterday, the lights, the sounds, the half naked girls girating next to me... oh, I mean the fully clothed and not half as pretty as you girls standing far away from me. I remember how i had the trophy firmly in my sights, then HE had to come and ruin it all..." The HE being Aro, who contrary to popular belief can shake what his momma gave him. This, in my opinion, is why him and Carlisle had the falling out, not because their eating habits were so different. "The final round, me and him, mono e mono, I was so close, and then he had to go and scare the judges into just giving him the trophy, those judges were so scared..."

Before he could go completely into a play be play of exactly why he had lost, Esme cut him off, "Oh, those ugly things, I think I saw Edward going through that box and getting them. Apparently he and Bella are going to a disco." Carlisle's eyes immediatly lit up.

"Maybe I will go and check how they fit him... just you know for his sake.." And before the words were halfway out of his mouth he was in the car wearing a white suit unbuttoned so his chest showed and a only slightly less tight pair of pants sitting on his hips.

MEANWHILE!

Edward had just pulled up in front of Bella's house. He was smoothing his shirt down as he walked up to the door, suddenly pulling a Michael Jackson move all over the front porch. Momentarily lost in his hip wiggling and singing, "She's a brick house..." He hadn't notice the door open and Charlie walk out.

"Umm, what the hell are you doing?'

Edward immediatly whirled around and dropped his hand. Which had, only a second before, been pointing up in the air circa John Travolta in Saturday Night Live. "Umm, nothing, I was just..I Bella here?"

Charlie didn't stop eyeing him nervously,"She told me to tell you to meet her there.. She wanted to surprise you..." As he said this Edward caught his thoughts which were: He better keep them tight pants away from Bella, cuz if I hear he even attempted to let the beast breathe he would personally hunt him down and do some very unpleasant things to him with a meat tenderizer. ( Nasty I know.)

Okay my mom is yelling at me to get off and babysit Justin so I'll try to post more later... sorry so short! and not as funny, but i am really tired and having problems with my own personal Edward (aka my bf) so sorry! I know you really don't care but its the reason my creativeness isnt doing so hot