Spring With the Cullens
By Holly-Batali
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the Cullens, Hales, or Swans. I don't own the Confederates, hippies, moms, raccoons, malls, or CDR valves. Nor do I own Number 2 pencils, but what that has to do with Twilight I honestly don't know.
Chapter Eight: Spring Break
I gazed out of the window, happily seated on the Cullen's living room couch. Well, one of them anyway. Rose, Alice, and I had turned it towards the window, just to get some fresh air, I guess. Rosalie sat on my left, Alice on my right; we all sat there doing and saying nothing. I suppose that's just the usual way for Spring Break to end.
Mind, it'd been a pretty good break. Between the whole cannon thing, and the hippie incident. And the hormones thing--don't even get me started! I was still surprised that the boys were dumb enough to actually think that Esme wouldn't find out about their little 'blood bank'.
Jeez. The boys were still sick even now. Just a few minutes ago, Edward and Emmett had come through clutching their stomachs and moaning, heading for the stairs. Alice had turned her head over the back of the couch to see what all the fuss was about.
"Are you kidding me?" Emmett had asked. "You try sucking eleven bags of O Positive in less than an hour and see how you feel."
"Especially after being vegetarian for fifty-odd years," choked out Edward, looking pretty green. Well, figure of speech.
The three of us had just raised our eyebrows and turned away to look back out the window, resting our feet on the coffee table in front of us, where Rose and Alice had hot mugs of rabbit blood. I preferred cocoa.
"Where are you guys headed?" asked Rosalie.
"Jasper's room," groaned Emmett. "He's up there watching Gods and Generals."
"It's almost over," added Edward weakly, "but he's gonna put in Gettysburg in a minute."
"Sure it's not Gone With the Wind?" Alice said quietly and sarcastically.
"No he's not," we heard Emmett say quietly, already heading upstairs. "I thought we'd agreed we were going to watch Oklahoma!"
I raised my eyebrows even higher and turned my head slightly. Alice covered her mouth to hide her grin; I could feel Rosalie shaking with silent laughter.
"Oh, and Edward?" called Rosalie up the stairs. I heard the footsteps pause. "You're paying for your own engine parts from now on." Edward groaned and I heard Jasper's door slam.
Nice job, Rosalie, I thought approvingly. Maybe now my boyfriend will have a bit of a backbone. Not likely, but hey, a girl can dream.
A few minutes later, Esme had come by in her blue and white checkered apron, carrying her wooden spoon. "Where are those boys?" she demanded. "I told them they weren't finished until I said they were finished."
"With what?" Rosalie asked, cocking her head.
"Oh, they were supposed to plant the new currant bushes. I have to have some cover for my canning this summer."
I glanced questioningly at Alice, who mouthed she cans blood.
Oh, I mouthed back, turning away. Well that made sense.
Esme had run off, fretting about finding decent cow blood what with all the mad cow disease and hormones and what-not. Well, we had certainly seen a nice little show of the hormones, and I wasn't too anxious to see a demonstration of mad cow.
"Well," said Rosalie, bringing me back to the present. "This has certainly been an entertaining Spring Break."
"Yes it has," I agreed, not taking my eyes from the view of the Cullen's cherry blossom trees. "Very interesting indeed."
"Oh, next year will be even better," said Alice promisingly. Rose and I glanced suspiciously at her.
"Define 'interesting'." I said cautiously. Alice wiggled her eyebrows.
"That's for me to know, and you to lose sleep over." she glanced at Rosalie. "Or...lack thereof."
"What's gonna happen?!" we badgered her.
She wiggled her eyebrows and tapped the side of her nose. "Mums the word."
Rosalie and I exchanged a glance and a nod; we turned to pick up pillows, raising them to strike--but that stupid little psychic was already squealing and running off.
"Get her," we said.
"Dead or undead," Rosalie muttered. We ran off and tried--in vain, mind you--to bring Alice in to await trial...until we could think of a trial, anyway. Boy, if this was a good Spring Break, I couldn't wait for next year. I'll need more pillows though...
Authors Note: Well? How did you like it?! Sorry it's so short, but Summer With the Cullens will be up soon, and then we'll get to see what Esme's really canning! Review, Comment, ask me your questions, give me your criticism and/or advice, and I hope to see you all in Summer With the Cullens!