"You knew I said no driving, Emmett, so don't try to pull that." Carlisle scolds Emmett off to the side. Alice is focusing on the bike, looking it over and awing over the chrome. I try to follow her lead, but I keep turning my attention to Emmett and Carlisle.
"But you also said you wanted us to make it up to him. How was I suppose to get him the bike if I couldn't drive?" Emmett argues, sounding more like a child than an adult.
"Where's Rosalie? She could have drove for you."
"I asked her too, but," Emmett kicks at the ground before mumbling the rest of his sentence. "She thought I would be in trouble for renting the truck and everything without asking you for permission, so she wanted nothing to do with it. But you didn't say I couldn't drive anything! You just took the keys to my car."
"Do not try to twist my words around, Emmett." Carlisle says gravely. He points to the garage. "In the garage. Now."
"Aw, come on!" Emmett whines.
"Or we can take care of your disobedience right here in front of you brother and sister. If you don't like either of those options, we can go to my office. But I'll tell you now, you'll be getting extra if you don't march yourself into the garage in three seconds."
"I'm going." Emmett mumbles. As he leaves, Carlisle lands one smack to the seat of Emmett's jeans, making him pick up the pace.
"Carlisle, he can take it up and down the driveway, can't he?" Alice asks when Carlisle turns to follow Emmett. He stops and heads over to us instead.
"Here's the rules for the motorcycle: you have to get the correct license for it, you must get a helmet and wear it if you're riding off of the property, and if you get pulled over or ticketed, it's gone." He explains. I nod. The rules for my new bike aren't that different than the rules he lays out for our cars. "Now, if you want to go through the class to get your motorcycle license, then I'll pay for you to do so. If not, you know who to call for a fake license, correct?"
"Yes sir. I still have his number from our drivers licenses."
"Good. And you best obey the rules, or else you'll be in my office." He says, then sighs. "Or my garage."
He leaves us to deal with Emmett, and just as he enters the garage, Rosalie comes peeling into the driveway. Alice rolls her eyes once Rosalie parks and climbs out of the car. She walks towards us in a way that my brothers and I have come to call the bitchy catwalk. It only happens when she's pissed.
"So I see my idiot has arrived." She grumbles, eying the bike. "Where is he?"
"He's in the garage. With Carlisle." Alice explains. We hear ten hard smacks land against denim and Rosalie scoffs.
"Awesome. Just great." She huffs. "He can't keep himself out of trouble. I told him it was stupid to rent the truck, but did he listen? No."
"That's just Emmett." Alice shrugs. "You know that. Once he gets an idea in his head, he goes for it."
"Well it would be nice if he would just knock it off for a few days." She grumbles and does her bitchy catwalk away from us and through the front door.
"What's her problem? She's been hateful to Emmett for days now." I ask Alice. She sighs.
"She's just agitated. She'll get over it soon."
I roll my eyes, I don't know how Emmett handles her moodiness, but I quickly return my attention to the bike. Alice kneels next to me as I check out the engine, and we hear ten more smacks. I look at Alice questioningly, but she returns my confused look. Who knows he did to get his ass busted a second time.
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"Alice, Jasper," Edward says as he knocks on our bedroom door. "May I come in?"
I look over at Alice, flopped over the foot of our bed with her head hanging off and a magazine in her hand. She gives me a thumbs up without hesitation.
"Uh, sure." I call back. I can count the times anyone other than Alice and I have been on our room for the past decade on one hand. We didn't go in each others space, so Edward asking to come in gives me a suspicious feeling of what he's up too.
"I'm not up to anything, I swear." He says with a sad smile. It doesn't suppress my original suspicion. "I just want to ask you for something."
"What?" I ask. Alice nudges my leg with her little foot, and I realize I'm projecting my uneasy emotions.
"Your license."
Sorry it's so short. This wasn't where I was originally going to stop the chapter, but I've been so busy with Our Brat and Stuck Together that this story has been pushed to the side, and I didn't want to wait forever to update it again. Anyways, please review!