A/N: My mother is…very odd. Just so you know. She scares me. :D Uhm…I don't really have much to say…for the reviewer's of our last chapter, here's Isabella Marie Swan Black Cullen or whatever.
Bella: You skank.
Me: Aww, Bella! You know you're my bee eff eff!
Bella: I know! Let's go party!
Me: Kay!
"Carlisle, dear, are you ok?" Esme asked, patting his arm lovingly. Carlisle sat still as stone, staring at the wall; he looked much like Alice when she has a vision. His gaze turned to the table he'd just crushed to pieces in the kitchen floor before he spoke.
"I…we…sold it," he whispered under his breath. "We sold it!" he screamed, jumping up from the chair and dancing with Esme, who was just as excited.
"You can't be serious!" Edward exclaimed as he ran into the kitchen, jumping and dancing with our parents. Emmett and Rosalie soon joined in.
"Does anyone else know what the hell is going on?" Jasper muttered as he, Alice, and Bella walked up behind us, all wearing a mask of confusion.
"No," I murmured as I watched Carlisle drop to the floor, break dancing.
"Must've been before we all came along," Alice guessed as she attempted to approach. She soon backed up to us—a result of Emmett punching her while hardcore dancing with Edward.
"We sold it; we sold it," Esme and Rose chanted as they waltzed around the spacious kitchen.
The dancing continued for nearly an hour, finally stopping when Alice, Bella, and I growled at them for an explanation. They sat as calmly as possible, still bouncing and smirking as the rest of us took chairs around the dining table.
"Carlisle…do you care to explain to us who are unaware just what the hell happened in there?" I asked, staring blankly at my father as he bounced in a manner that reminded me of Alice before a shopping trip. He looks a lot like Alice tonight…
"We sold it," he stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe.
"Yes, we collected that much. Do you care to elaborate a bit further?"
"Carlisle, sit down before you suffer from some sort of vampire-seizure," Edward sighed, standing up next to me. "We bought a house in Bermuda just after Emmett joined the family. We've been trying to sell the god-forsaken place since 1947."
"Why did you buy a house in Bermuda?!" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Uhm…that's a long, very unnecessary story to tell," Rosalie protested, shifting her eyes nervously.
"Oh…kay, anyway…so…that's a, uhh, good thing I guess," I muttered, though it sounded like a question.
Two weeks passed with no more interruption over houses in the most inconvenient of places. Alice, Bella, and I had taken a trip to Seattle to shop for the first weekend of September. We sat at a small, round table in a Starbucks, staring at our coffee. I'm not sure why we had coffees. OH YEAH! Because the stupid manager won't let people sit in his establishment without buying over-priced coffee.
"Do you guys realize that I still haven't finished high school?" I complained as I traced a pattern on the lid of my cup. "First you guys take me away when I only have one semester left of my junior year. Then, when I have only two measly months left of the same grade, Cole has to go and die on us." I sighed, throwing myself back in the black metal chair.
"Rawr. Someone's in a grumpy mood," Alice commented while picking apart a scone she bought; for what reason? No one knows.
"Well, Carlisle said we'll be moving again soon. And Rosalie and Emmett don't want to go back to school, so they'll probably spend a year or two in Europe. And Edward and I are going to college with Jazz. Cole isn't ready to go back, and Alice loves school. So I guess the two of you will be back in high school within a month."
"But then I have to do junior year again," I whined dragging out 'again' with as much annoyance as I could muster. "I will not move again until I graduate, I swear it," I muttered.
Alice stood and skipped gracefully to the trash can, making a show of spilling her coffee slowly into the receptical. Bella and I laughed as she took ours and did the same. We walked away, laughing, and down the city street to some boutique to shop, even more than we had already; the Porsche and my Infiniti were both stuffed to the max with bags, sitting in a garage three blocks over.
After spending all of Alice's recent stock market profits, we drove back to California. We were home by nightfall, in the arms of our husbands. Our family took an extended hunting trip in Oregon for the night and Sunday.
I loved quality time with my family; these people meant more to me than anything ever had. We told old stories, played games, and discussed Emmett and Rose's plans; they were leaving for Madrid when we got home.
"You know it won't be any time at all! We're just spending some quality time traveling through Europe. I promise we'll go and leave Emmett and Cole here after you go to college," Rosalie promised as I clung to my sister desperately.
Their plane was taking off in only hours, and their suitcases were already sitting by the door—Emmett's blue, and Rose's hot pink. Emmett was out on the lawn, partaking in one last wrestling match with his brothers. I was with my sisters, sitting on Rosalie's bed—the last time of us all together for a while to come.
"Trust me, it goes by a lot quicker than you expect. You won't even miss her; I never do," Alice joked as I began to calm after my short fit of sobs. We sat in silence a moment before a booming voice shouted up the stairs toward us.
"Rose! It's time to go!" Emmett shouted, his voice traced with sadness.
"I'll be right there. Keep your pants on!" she shouted, giving us our last hugs.
"Yes, please do," Jasper agreed.
I snickered. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Rose," I murmured as we walked through the hall and down the stairs.
"Miss you too, sis, all of you. I'll call like…every day, no worries." She smiled reassuringly before she and Emmett disappeared out the door, and the BMW roared to life. I sighed when the car had pulled out of hearing range.
I was feeling competitive that evening, and so I wound up fighting Jazz on the lawn while everyone, even his wife, cheered me on. Sadly, he beat me, but Edward got him back for me.
"Anytime. You know I have to protect you," Edward laughed as we settled into the family room for a meeting.
"Carlisle, are you sure that will work?" Edward asked, responding to Carlisle's thoughts before he'd even had time to breathe. Carlisle shot him a disappointed glance.
"Sorry," he apologized, smiling sheepishly.
"As I was about to say," Carlisle sighed. "We'll be moving next week…to Providence."
I stared at my father wide-eyed as he made my dreams come true; I'd dreamt for years of going to Brown University.
"Excited, are we?" Jasper teased, nudging my side. I scowled at him.
"Yes, that is part of the decision. I consulted with Alice earlier, and it seems that this will work out quite well, Mr. Skeptical," Carlisle said, glaring at Edward jokingly.
"I said sorry," Edward muttered, pouting. "I can't help it I'm the mind reader."
"Anyway," Alice intervened, "We're leaving next week. So everyone start packing," she squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly as she bounded up the stairs.
We all followed behind her, laughing. She led us to her room, where endless amounts of cardboard boxes of all different sizes awaited us.
"Grab some boxes and get moving," she commanded, throwing boxes over her shoulder toward us.
"Alice?" I questioned, "Where did all these come from?"
"The attic." She shrugged.
I sighed, but collected boxes as they were thrown, handing some over to Cole. We walked down the hall and into our bedroom, tossing the boxes on the bed as we pulled our things from the closets and drawers and vanities.
No one in the house stopped stuffing boxes for four days. By that time, we'd decided that we needed to hunt again. We took only a few hours, managing off what we could, and then returned to the tedious work of moving.
By day six, we were packed and loading boxes upon boxes onto the moving vans. All of Emmett and Rosalie's things that they hadn't taken were left in the house, along with Emmett's jeep; therefore, we only needed two vans, driven by Carlisle and Jasper.
"Esme, dear, would you drive the Mercedes?" Carlisle asked his wife sweetly. She nodded with a smile, taking the keys, and he continued. "Ayden, Alice, Edward, and Cole, drive your respective cars. Bella? Could you please drive Jasper's car?"
Once we'd all hopped into the driver's seats, we took off, on our way to the opposite coast.
"Hey, Ayden," Alice asked from her Porsche in front of me once we'd hit the open road, "Is Cole a good kisser?"
I could hear his sharp intake of breath and then utter silence as he waited for an answer.
"Rate him one to ten," she pushed, winking at me in her rear view mirror.
"How's Jasper?" I countered. She grinned wickedly.
"He's…oh, maybe a six," she murmured, as if still giving it some thought. The moving van two cars behind me skidded to a stop suddenly, causing us to burst out in a fit of laughter.
"Well? How good is he?" I glared at her, smiling, before I finally answered, hoping to get a rise out of him.
"I dunno. Emmett's better, though," I said, my tone laced with a hint of fake regret.
Abruptly, the Ferrari swerved to the left side of the road, crossing back over just in time to miss hitting a silver Honda. Alice and I roared in laughter.
"I was kidding, guys…before anyone else gets involved in an accident. Cole is a…nine." I smiled at him, and was met by a smile just as bright.
"Hey, Bella? How's Edward?" I asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment, embarrassed, but quickly recovered.
"Pretty much a seventeen," she laughed as we passed the Nevada border.
I caught a wicked glint in Alice's eyes before she quickly passed Carlisle in the front, and led us to a turn onto an exit leading straight to Las Vegas.
"Who's up for a detour?"
A/N: Feel special. I put off an update on my other story to write this. Hope you liked. Review!
Edward: Let's go watch Across the Universe.
Me: You should know better than anyone that I have to practice for piano.
Edward: Le sigh. Fine then.