A/N: Hi Guys! Sorry for the wait, but I was busy with my german stories :( Here we go! Edward is coming home and does something stupid and the Cullens have company! Happy reading and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine! All Twilight stuff goes to Stephenie Meyer!

Warning: Mention of spanking!

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and to ryannotseth for beta reading :)

Edward`s Pov

Right on time, right on time … I thought to myself, as I rounded the next curve and pulled into the garage. I cut the car engine and did nothing. I just sat there and thought. A few seconds later I took a look at the clock in the car and opened the door. Damm it, Edward! Stop the stalling, it's only a spanking, right? … Yes, but a bad one!

I slammed the door shut and opened the connection door to the house. Deeply I inhaled the scents of my family and cursed in my head again. Nobody was home, except my father and me. I have to say, I really thought, there was the tiny possibility that he would forget it, but … come on he is Carlisle, right? He would not forget something like "His son throwing his rival into the garden"!

I sighed and walked through the living room, that was free from most of the party garbage and entered the kitchen, where I had seen my father last. The room was empty, but the lights were on. I turned around and froze, as he suddenly appeared before me. I cleared my throat nervously. "Ehm, greetings from Bella, she liked the party ..."

"That's good." He answered. "Is she scared about the whole incident?"

I grinned and shook my head, as Carlisle walked over to the sink, washing his hands. He had changed into his blue jeans and a black sweater. "You know Bella, she's not scared for her life! She wants to help us."

"Will you let her help?" My father asked then, turning to me raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Or will she be with Jacob, while we are in battle?" I read Dad's mind, he was thinking. "Jacob can protect her ..."

My eyes narrowed and before I could think clearly, I growled at my Dad. My eyes flashed with anger, but I regreted it a second later.

The short rebellion was stopped, as he turned his head to me. Mouth open in disbelief about my disrespect and anger towards him, even worse I had read his mind, knowing he didn't appreciate me doing that. He let the kitchen towel fall on the black counter.

I gulped and my eyes drifted to the floor. Searching the polished wood for something to distract me from my horrible behaviour, I stammered an apology. "Dad, I am sorry, I don`t know…"

He cut me off with an angry voice. "Yes. But I know, Edward! I know that you are in for it now and NOTHING can prove me wrong! You don't talk to me like that and you don't growl at me! I want you to go upstairs now and not another word! Change and wait in my office! You hear me?"

"But, Dad, th..."

"Do You Hear Me Edward?"

Now he was losing his patience. If I really wanted to live see tomorrow, I had best obey him.

"Yes, Sir."

Slowly I made my way out of the kitchen and climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Once there I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and stopped in the middle of the hallway. What … I smelled something and I heard something. Turning I walked to our bathroom and opened the door. As I inhaled the horrible scent again, I rolled my eyes and stepped inside.

The light was switched on. There half lying on the floor, hunched over the toilet, was Mike Newton. My blond haired classmate didn't look well. Pale, coughing and spacey, a half full bottle of something was standing next to him on the cold tile floor. He hadn't noticed me yet, eagerly trying to vomit in our toilet bowl. Great! Emmett and Jasper did a wonderful job, searching the whole house! I turned away from that vile smell, without addressing him. In a second I was in the hallway again.

"DAD?" I called for my father.

He was upstairs in a second. "Yes," he asked me, a little annoyed that I had not changed yet.

"Uhm, we have a situation here," I explained grinning and motioned to him to follow me into the bathroom.

Outside of the door he stopped, smelling what I had smelled a minute earlier and then opened the door. I went in after him and watched as Carlisle shook his head sadly and then knelt down beside Mike, who had grabbed the white toilet bowl by the sides. Carefully my Dad laid a hand on his back to comfort him.

"Mike?" He addressed him in his most caring voice; he rubbed Mike's back slightly. "Can you hear me? It's Dr. Cullen. Mike, look at me please."

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest. How I hate this guy! Now I had to wait even longer until we were alone. I shook my head frustrated over the whole situation. Mike was leaning now against my father's chest, trying to focus on something other than our toilet and his vomiting.

"Get me a cold wet towel, please." My father instructed.

I huffed, not moving at first. I don't like that little …

"Edward!" Carlisle called me again and my eyes snapped to his. He looked mad now. I made my way over to the cupboard, opened it and took out one small grey towel. After I ran it under the cold - and I mean icy cold - water I put it into my father's outstretched hand. He placed it on Mike's forehead. After a few seconds Mike spit into the toilet again.

After that, Newton finally looked at my father. "D-Dr. Cul-len … I do not f-feel s-so good ..."

I smirked, leaning with my back against the doorframe again. "Yeah, I believe that … After one bottle of vodka and other stuff, I wouldn`t feel too good either …" I addressed Carlisle. "Should we call the cops, Dad? He is underage and he got drunk in public! He is going to jail ..."

I laughed so hard, that I did not noticed my father's angry look first. After three more seconds, I got it and shut my mouth while clearing my throat.

Mikes eyes went wide at my suggestion and he started to panic. Dad watched me, while getting up with Mike in his arms. "You are really getting on my nerves now, my dear son. … Go and call his parents! They can come and get him!"

I nodded and went into the hallway, where I laughed a little bit more and then strolled into my father's office. As I opened the door and walked in, I sighed heavily. My eyes drifted from his desk, to the closet, where Dad kept is belt, and back to his desk, where he would have my bend over for my punishment, causing me to groan in dismay. After Mike is out of the house, Carlisle will blister my behind in here. For many different reasons! Walking over to the big desk, I grabbed his black phone and dialed the number of the Newton's.

A/N: Yeah, we have an intruder called Mikey and Edward is not one bit happy about it! Now he has to wait, till his parents arrive and get him out of the house. I know that Em and Jazz normally had noticed Mikes scent in the house, so had Daddy but I wanted this little funny plot with Newton in here :) Edwards case did not look very good, after he growled at Carlisle, right? … Stay tuned! It is getting better! Take care, love you all. Vanessa