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I had to apologize for not uploading these four days. I was away to another town for Easter celebration and there's no Internet connection. So *head bow*, I present you the 19th chapter! Please enjoy!
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Chapter 19: Carlisle Gone Mad and Edward Gone Gay
Bella's POV
We watched as Carlisle ran around and around the island in vampire speed. I felt kind of sick at watching the motion.
"What is he doing? He's been running round and round for a whole day now!" said Esme, getting more and more nervous at every moment. "He's going to run himself sick!"
"He won't be sick. He'll reach a decision," said Alice, bouncing in her seat. "In, er, about three more days,"
"He's gone mad, hasn't he? After four hundred years he finally gone mad," said Rosalie, shaking her head as Carlisle did a triple somersaults on the sand and took of his shirt as Emmett clapped and cheered.
We all looked at the screen. Life was kind of boring now that the boys were gone. Even Esme felt depressed. No Carlisle looking at us affectionately when he comes home to think how lucky he was; no more Edward to play us music and picking bits of dirty thoughts from our brain; no more Emmett making jokes and creating liveliness to the house; and no more Jasper to cheer us up when we're done.
"I guess we really do need our boys," said Esme quietly.
"Call them home!" I said eagerly.
"No, I can't Bella," Esme smiled at me and shook her head. "If I call them home it showed them I am weak. Though I admit I am weak-willed now, I must be firm. Let them respect me as they should, and perhaps when they come home the furniture might be safer,"
I sighed but nodded. "I understand, Esme. You're totally right. But I should go home now,"
"Bye," the girls waved and I drove back home.
Charlie was in an exceptionally good mood this month when I told him Edward was grounded and was sent away for three months. He whistled when he came back home, do the laundry and even attempt to cook, which made me laugh when his cooking skills can compete against Edward. He totally burn the pasta and almost set fire to the house. What's with the world, anyway? I shook my head in silent laughter when I began to prepare dinner for the night. It seemed that everybody wants to cook.
"Hey, Bells," said Charlie, greeting me when he came home. "How're you?"
"Fine," I said. "I spend the day with the Cullens,"
"How's Edward doing?" he asked, trying to be polite but failed when he couldn't hide his smile.
"Better. He had finally remember to boil the water before putting in the pasta," I threw Charlie a sly smile. "But someone still forget,"
Charlie grunted, and sat done at the chair.
"What's for dinner?" he asked sourly.
"Hot dog buns and mashed potatoes," I replied cheerfully, laughing internally at Charlie's fuming. Got him!
Three days later I went back to the Cullens' house, and the three vampires haven't once move from their positions. They were sitting around the TVs, and staring and just one particular TV.
"Hey, guys!" I called. "What's up?"
"Carlisle had been sitting there on the sand for three days without moving," said Rosalie. "So did we. We're trying to see when he'll crack,"
"In five seconds," said Alice suddenly. "Five, four, three, two... one!"
Right on cue, Carlisle jumped up and rushed into the house. He went straight to the kitchen where Emmett was doing some juggling with pizza base and an apricot. Emmett was so shock as seeing Carlisle he dropped the apricot and stepped on it.
"What are you doing, Carlie?" Emmett asked. Edward and Jasper came from the living room and looked curiously too.
"First, stop calling me Carlie. Second, I've figured out how to cook the perfect English breakfast,"
And Carlisle began to move. He took out pans and pots and food so fast it all appeared to be a blur. There's was a little banging, and some "oops", but as Esme, Rosalie and I watched in exceeding surprise, Carlisle fried the eggs and sausages, boiled and mashed the potatoes, toasted bread and prepared jam and butter and set it all on the counter. It all took less than 10 minutes.
Finally, Carlisle took up the pan, and took out two black pudding carefully, pipping fresh and hot.
"Breakfast is served," said Carlisle in satisfaction. The boys whooped and clapped, and each took a bit of the food, proclaiming Carlisle had cooked the best English meal ever and going to the bathroom to barf it up. But they were happy, the boys. In fact, they were wild. Emmett started to dance a jig, Edward was hugging Carlisle like he wanted to kiss him, and Jasper was singing Ave Maria at the top of his voice.
"One down, three to go!" they exclaimed. "And then they'll all be gone!"
Back in the house, Rosalie, Esme, Alice and I were looking at each other with wide eyes.
"They did it!" I said.
"They really did it!" said Esme.
"They will all suceed," said Alice.
"I guess it's really a good punishment, somehow," said Rosalie. "I think they might come back a better person,"
"That might be a little early to say that, Rose," said Alice with her all-knowing grin.
More tomorrow, promised! So review this chapter if you please? You want disaster or happily ever after?