AN: Finally the next chapter :) I had damm fun writing this with ryannotseth! Hope you enjoy our work!

Edward is losing his paitence with the little intruder and gets on Carlisles nerves as well ...

Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer! But I love playing with them :)

Edward`s Pov

"Edward? Get my bag for me, please."

I put the phone back, grabbed his black medical bag from under his desk and went into the bathroom again, which is where I had last seen my father and Mike. Nothing! The room was empty. I stepped out and I suddenly smelt my Dad's scent coming from my bedroom.

Ah come on, please … Dad! You didn't put that little punk on my bed did you? I sighed. Why couldn't you have used your room?

I froze in the doorway and saw what I had suspected, Mike was lying on the big bed that I bought for Bella, and was coughing loudly. Carlisle sat next to him on the covers and rubbing his forehead with the wet towel. Slowly I stepped forward, put his bag on the bed and reported, still feeling my anger.

"I called Mrs. Newton and they are coming down here to get him. They should be here in about half an hour."

He looked at me, nodding sadly. "Thank you."

Carlisle turned his attention to Mike again, who suddenly turned away from him. As I wasn't reading his thoughts, it was surprising for me too when he vomited again. Right in the middle of my big bed all over the golden satin covers.

"Oh no!" I yelled and clapped my hand to my forehead. "You've ruined my covers, you idiot! Don't you know how to hold your alcohol …?" I started to yell at my classmate, only to have my Dad speak to me in a voice that Mike could not hear.

"Edward! That is enough!"

I quickly stopped, and I'm sure if I could I would be blushing.

My father told him not to worry and opened his bag. "Go and get me a glass of water and a bucket."

I wanted to argue, but knew I shouldn't push my luck with Dad right now. Huffing I turned around and felt his eyes on my back. "God, my room is going to stink forever," I mumbled to myself, too quietly for any human to hear.

He had heard me of course. "Edward, BUCKET AND WATER, NOW!"

"Yes ..." I cringed and was glad to be away from Mike's mess.

Slowly I made my way downstairs to our storage room and got a grey bucket out. As I poured some water in a glass in the kitchen, my anger rose again. A silent growl escaped my mouth and I spun around. My right hand shot forward and I grabbed a paper cup that was left over from the party. With full vampire force I crushed it in my fist and growled again as the rest of the water in it flew into my face and on the grey shirt. Even angrier now, I stomped my right foot on the pedal of the trash can and the can flew open so fast, that the lid broke off its hinges.

Oh no … I cringed again, as I watched as the silver lid flew through our kitchen and slid over our wooden floor. It came to a crashing stop against the counter with a loud bang.

It only took two seconds and my father stood in the doorway. "One … two … three … f-"

I carefully controlled myself as I heard him counting in his head. "Five … six … seven ..."

As Carlisle had reached ten, he stepped into my personal space and placed his hands on his hips. "Are you done with your temper tantrum now, or do we have to step outside for a moment and discuss your behaviour?"

"N-no, Sir." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I shook my head and felt fresh tears in my eyes.

My father shot me a stern look and fingered on his black belt. "Do you remember my warning earlier?"

As I did not answer, he continued sternly. "What has gotten into you this evening?"

I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry Dad, it won't happen again. It's just he ruined my sheets, the ones Mom helped me pick for Bella. … I really don't know what's wrong with me tonight; honestly I'm not trying to make you angrier with me."

He let go of the belt and put his hands on my shoulders. "Edward, behave please … please. Don`t make this any harder for you, okay?"

I sniffed and nodded. "I am really sorry." My eyes turned to the damaged trash can on the kitchen floor. "I'll clean this up."

Carlisle stopped me. "Yes and hurry, alright, I'll be upstairs with Mike."

He took the glass of water from the counter, gave me one last warning look and went upstairs again.

After I had cleaned up my little mess, I went into my bedroom too. Mike was sitting on the bed now, pale as a ghost and shaking a little bit. I stepped forward as my Dad pulled two red pills out of a package. He handed them to Newton and then handed him the water as well. I placed the bucket in front of my class mate and went to my closet, to took a fresh dry black shirt out. I changed my pants as well and put my shoes under the bed.

After Mike had taken the pain killers and drank one more glass of water my father started lecturing him. "Mike, there is no alcohol in my house, except the medical kind;" he started slowly. Mike watched him as I took a seat on my desk chair. My father continued. "Since you are underage you should not drink alcohol, especially vodka and other strong alcohol in public … and never in my home, Mike!"

I grinned as Mike gulped and played with his fingers. Dad can really get to someone, if he is mad. And he is damm mad right now! As Carlisle looked over his shoulder and his eyes fell on me, my grin quickly vanished. "I know that my children don`t buy vodka." He watched Newton again. "And I think you must have brought it here by yourself, didn't you?"

I have to say; now I was satisfied. Mikey, who had watched out for Bella on her first day in school, was in trouble with my Dad! I sighed as I remembered what I had done a few hours ago in our garden. I will not get away with a stern lecture and a slap on the wrist.

Newton held his bucket a little tighter. "I-I am sorry, Dr. Cullen. It was an honest mistake!"

The rest of the time was spent waiting for the arrival of Mrs. and Mr. Newton. I hadn't met them before and I have to say, I wasn't really looking forward to it. If they are only a little bit like Mike here, then I really don't want to meet them. Softly I groaned and put my palms on my face. I heard movement near me, but didn`t look up. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder, then in my thick hair, stroking it lovingly.

"What is it?" Carlisle asked softly, stroking my mess of hair again as he tried to calm me down.

"Nothing," I mumbled through my hands. My voice was almost a whisper, but he heard me. I shook my head in an attempt to get rid of his hand, but it stayed where it was.

I sighed as my father knelt in front of me and my chair. He took his hand off my head and gently grabbed my wrists. My protection was gone … I had to look him in the face and saw this mask, that he had put on for Mike. He wasn't smiling or anything like that, but Dad did look calm and doctor like!

"I know you don`t like this whole situation, but his parents will show up any second now."

He was right. I hated that! I hated the waiting and the fact that this ass had vomited into my bed and still lay there! Every bone in my body wanted to kill him. But I have to stay calm and collected, right?

Dad raised an eyebrow. "We will talk about this in a few minutes, alright?"

"Yes," I answered him and lowered my head. Of course I didn't want to have the talk with my father, because I know exactly direction it will go in, but the waiting was even worse. We both heard the arrival of a car driving down to our house, almost 30 seconds earlier than Mike did. Carlisle rose to his feet and helped Mike off my bed and into the hallway.

Newton wasn't too steady on his feet as we went downstairs. Dad put him on the lounge and I positioned myself on the other side, crossing my arms over my chest – staring angrily at him. Mr. Newton knocked softly on our glass front door and Carlisle greeted him with hand shake and his famous Dr. Cullen smile. The two Dad's and Mike's mother strolled through our large living room and I rose to my feet in an attempt to be polite and looking like one of the best behaved doctor's sons. Mrs. Newton rushed to Mike's side, as Mr. Newton came towards me and stretched his hand out. "And you must be Edward!"

Sure! Who else could I be? Smiling I shook hands with the man, who look like a big nerd and let go quickly … "Yes, Sir. Edward Cullen."

"Nice to meet you Edward." He said and took a first look at his own son. Then his eyes were on me again. "Thank you for watching out for Mike and helping him, as he obviously couldn't help himself." He turned to my father, who was getting Mike to his feet again. "Dr. Cullen, Thank you!"

Dad helped Mrs. Newton bring Mike out to their car, as Mike's father went after them, leaving me standing in the doorway of the front door, watching them. I could go change my sheets now but … smiling I stayed where I was. Hopefully Mike would vomit into their new dark red Jeep Range Rover! I waited. Mike's parents got into their car and my father slammed the door closed, as soon as Mike was seated safely on the back seat. As the engine kicked in and Mr. Newton pulled out backwards, I saw my poor classmate turn over, clasping his stomach. I could smell that he really did vomit onto the expensive black leather back seat - thanks to my sensitive vampire senses. Newton hit the brakes roughly and turned around, staring at his son with wide eyes. I grinned wider, as Dad walked to the jeep, wanting to help again. As I read the Newton's and my father's thoughts about this whole incident I really started laughing so hard, that I had to turn away from the scene.

I heard my Dad asking if he can do anything to help, but the Newtons refused and finally turned the jeep around. Carlisle stepped back and shot me a look that would normally have given me shivers – not this time! I ignored his quiet warning and we both watched the Range Rover leave our property. As soon as the car was out of sight, he was in front of me, grabbing me by the collar. He shoved me backwards into the house and closed the door.

My eyes went wide. "Ah, Dad, come on," I pleaded my case – smiling now. "I knew that he would do it again and it was funny, so ..."

„Stop. It. Now!" He interrupted me firmly and let go off my shirt. I shut my mouth and he finished his orders. "I don't want to hear any more laughter at Mike's expense out of you, Edward! You go to your room now, change and wait for me in my office! Go!"

I am in-deep! All of this is Mike's fault … "Yes, Dad," I answered, turned away from him and walked upstairs in a second. Once in my room, I quickly changed the sheets on my bed. I left the medical bag on the floor, cause I knew that he didn't like it, if his children touched it without permission and walked over to my closet. I changed into new boxers, a grey T-Shirt and my black, long legged sleep pants and walked out of the room. As I crossed the hallway, I heard him downstairs talking on the phone. Carlisle called mum and my siblings, telling them that we will need about one more hour … I cringed and opened his office door.

AN: Edward you are such an idiot :) Can`t you keep your mouth shut? Now you have it! The Newtons are away and Daddy is having a fit! And I loved the fact, that Edward damaged the paper cup and the trash can, lol … Well the next chapter is the one, you are all waiting for … This will take time to write down, so please be paitent. I love you all, regards Vanessa