Plot for this one…Carlisle is known for coddling and babying Edward and normally it bothers his son. But when Edward gets drunk for the first time and he expects the same treatment, he's in for a huge wakeup call. Takes place a month after the last one shot.

Edward walks into the party, already feeling confident. He had told his dad that he was going to the library to study, only to be picked up by Jasper a few minutes later. While things still weren't all that good between him and the guys, they were still inviting him to parties and stuff.

Yo Cull!" Garrett says with a smirk. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure." Garrett reaches behind the table and hands him a beer. "I don't drink beer."

"Oh come on Cull, don't be such a pussy." Garrett says, giving him a knowing look. "You do still want to hang out with us, don't you?"

Edward bites his lip as he opens the can and takes a sip. God, it's so nasty. He's never tried beer before and wishes he never had. But he forces a smile and takes another big gulp. Garrett smacks him on the back.

"That's my boy."

The party goes on and Edward finds himself drinking more and more. But it's helping him adjust to the crowd. Even the cute girls are finally approaching him, senior girls. It's like it doesn't matter that he's a freshman in this moment. All he was, was just another young adult at this awesome party.

"So I've seen you around," a girl is saying as they sit on the deck outside. "But we don't have any classes together."

"Oh, I uh, I'm in AP classes," Edward stutters out.

"Really, which ones?"

"English, History and Math."

"Wow, heavy course load." She grabs his hand. "Maybe you need some help mellowing out."

"M…maybe." Edward internally curses himself for stuttering as the blonde makes his way to his lips. Suddenly, he doesn't feel so good. He pulls away and ends up puking all over the garden below him. The blonde makes a face and jumps up.

"Ew, just ew." She runs back into the house and Edward leans back against the swing. His head is pounding and he suddenly no longer feels cool and put together. He feels sick. He gets up and starts making his way through the crowd of the party. He manages to walk out of the house and start the walk home. He isn't going to dare to ask for a ride. He knows he should call his dad but wants to spare the lecture. After a twenty minute walk, he's making his way through the front door.

"Hey buddy," Carlisle says, looking up from his book. "How was the library?"

Edward just nods and heads for the stairs, ignoring his father's further questioning. Once up in his room, he books for the bathroom, getting sick in the toilet. He can hear his bedroom door opening and soon his father is walking in the bathroom. He kneels next to him. "Bub, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dad," he replies, pushing some of the hair out of his face and flushing.

"You're getting sick…" He sniffs the air. "You smell like booze."

"Dad…"

"Edward Anthony. Where did you really go tonight?"

He sighs. "There was a party…"

"What kind of party Edward?"

"What kind do you think?"

"Edward," Carlisle warns.

"There was beer. And I drank a little."

"How much?"

"Twelve cans."

Carlisle arches his eyebrow. "Okay, get in bed."

"But..."

"No buts, you're going to bed, now."

Edward sighs and walks back into his room. He changes into some sweats before crawling into bed. Carlisle walks in and tucks him in tightly. "Sweet dreams bub." With that, he leaves the room and before Edward know it, he's asleep.

The next morning, Edward's head is pounding as soon as he opens his eyes. His throat feels like sandpaper and he just wants to hurl.

Welcome to hangover city, population one.

Edward buries his head into his pillow as the door opens. His father enters the room and draws back the curtains, causing light to flood in. Edward groans.

"Come on Edward, time to get up."

"Daddy," Edward whines. "I don't feel good."

"It's called a hangover. Now get up and get dressed, you don't want to be late."

"I'm not going to school like this!"

"I'm not letting you miss school because you chose to get drunk."

"But Dad…" Edward looks over at his father, pouting. His whole life, Carlisle did nothing but baby him, especially when he was sick. What's different about now?

"Now get dressed and meet me downstairs." He turns on his heel and walks out. Edward grumbles and stumbles out of bed. After a quick shower and throwing up once, he changes into some clothes and goes to get aspirin, only to come up empty. He heads downstairs where Carlisle is pouring out cereal.

"Dad, I'm out of aspirin. Do you have any?"

"You're not out, Edward. I took it from you."

"What?"

"You're not getting any until we can have a chat about this. And seeing as I have surgery in an hour and you have school…"

"But Daddy!"

"Don't, Edward. You are to come home directly after school so we can talk about it and then you'll get your aspirin."

Edward glares at him. "You coddle me at every other opportunity you get."

"And maybe I shouldn't, Edward. Look at how you're acting."

Edward just continues to glare at him as he sits down. He barely touches his breakfast before they leave. Carlisle drives him to school, Edward resting his head on the window the whole time. Carlisle does feel bad inside. A huge part of him does just want to drive back and let Edward stay home and rest. But the other part of him knows he can't let this happen again. It's time for some tough love. He pulls up in front of the school.

"You're taking the bus home, right?" Edward mumbles yes. "Okay, good. I'll be home around two thirty." He leans over and kisses his son's head. "I love you bub."

Edward rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you too." He gets out of the car with his still pounding head and goes into the school. The minute he does, he wishes he could just bury his head in the sand. For some reason, everyone's being extra loud today.

"Yo Cull." Edward looks up from his locker to see Garrett. "Where'd you run off to last night?"

"Oh I uh, had to head home."

"I probably would've if I had thrown up all over Bree."

"I…I didn't throw up on her," Edward stutters.

"No maybe not on her, but by her. God, she was so grossed out."

Edward begins to feel flush. "She told you?"

"Dude, she told everyone," Garrett smirks. "Someone can't handle his alcohol."

Edward just shuts his locker, winces and starts to head off to class.

"And to think," Garrett calls out. "We were giving you a second chance!" Edward bites down on his lip. "You can forget about hanging out with the big boys anymore. It's clear we made a big mistake, Daddy's boy!"

Between the taunting and his pounding head, Edward just wants to sit down and cry, something he hasn't done in so long. He just continues to run off to class, where he knows he can escape the seniors. He sits in the back row and tries his best to hide how he's feeling. No one's looking at him anyway. He doesn't bother taking notes, one day won't kill him. All he can think about is the guys. How could he have been so stupid to think that they would really be his friends? And how could his dad force him to come here? Not that Carlisle would know that this would even happen. He didn't think that Edward still hung out with them.

Another thing to make him hate me.

After the first few classes, Edward feels ready to just go back to sleep. He makes his way to the cafeteria. As soon as he steps in, it's a giant trigger. It's hitting all of the senses at once. Everyone is being so loud and the smells are waffering into his mouth, making him gag. He turns on his heel and starts to walk out, only to run into a girl.

"Oh my God!" She exclaims, with a disgusted look on her face. He looks up and realizes it's Bree, the girl from last night. "Gosh, I guess freshmen can't hold their beer or watch where they're going."

Edward's face turns bright red and he looks away. "I…I'm sorry…last night I…it was the first time I…"

"The first time you got drunk?" She laughs. "Yeah, that's sweet. I remember that time of my life."

"Who told you I was a freshman?" He asks her, still looking at the ground.

"I figured it out between that loser haircut and your puking." Bree starts to walk by him, purposefully bumping into him. "Daddy's boy." She lets out an evil laugh and walks over to her friends. Edward bolts out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom. After getting sick, he sinks down onto the floor and buries his head in his hands, the tears falling down his face. He just wants to go home…he just wants his daddy.

After a while, he gets back up off the floor and goes out the door. He walks over to his locker and grabs his backpack before making his way out the door. Sure, he could go to the nurse and ask for them to call his dad, but he probably wouldn't come.

Your dad hates you. And he should. You screwed up big time.

Carlisle walks out of the locker room, changed into his street clothes. Fellow surgeon, Esme Platt, is just walking in, a purse thrown over her shoulder.

"Hey Esme," he says with a smile.

"Carlisle, how are you doing?"

"Alright, just about to head home."

"Lucky you," she says with a playful smirk. "How's Edward doing?'

Carlisle sighs. "He went out to a party and got drunk last night."

Esme arches an eyebrow. "Seriously? Little Edward?"

"He's fifteen, now," Carlisle bites his lip. "I sent him to school, with no aspirin."

"I don't blame you."

"So you don't think it was too far?"

"No." Esme sighs and sits down on a bench. "Carlisle, you're a great dad. But you do have a tendency to coddle Edward. He needs a little tough love to keep him from doing this again."

"I just hate seeing him so sick."

"He'll be fine. Just go home and give him a long talk."

"I plan on it. Have good night, Esme."

"You too, C."

Carlisle drives home and walks through the door. It's still a little early, so he doesn't expect Edward to be home. Then he hears soft crying from upstairs. He goes upstairs and into Edward's room, where he finds his son laying face down on his bed.

"Edward, what are you doing home?" He sits down on his bed and puts his hand on his back. Edward looks up, his face red and puffy.

"G…go away."

"Bub." He pulls him up and puts an arm around him. "What's wrong?"

"What do you care?" Edward snaps.

"Edward, why wouldn't I care?"

"Because you sent me to school like this!" Edward winces and holds his head.

Carlisle sighs. "Bub, I just wanted to teach you a lesson. You can't go out and get drunk without any consequences."

"Yeah, well there are plenty of those."

"Bub, what happened?"

"I felt horrible all day. And then Garrett called me out…"

"Garrett? You two are still friends?"

Edward bites his lip. "Um…yeah. Jasper, too."

"Why?"

"I don't know. They gave me a second chance."

"Gave you a second chance?! Edward, they're the ones that were jerks to you!" Edward winces and holds his head. "Sorry."

"Well it doesn't matter. We're really not friends anymore. And then I ran into this girl from last night…" Edward trails off.

"Did you…I mean…was there…" Carlisle trails off, not knowing what to say or think. He's not sure if he's ready for his son to be dealing with…that.

"No, Dad, it didn't go anywhere. We didn't even kiss, because when we were about to, I threw up. She was making fun of me today, too. It was just too much, between that, the hangover and you hating me…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." Carlisle holds up a hand. "What makes you think that I hate you?"

"Because you're punishing me."

"Edward, have I punished you before?" Edward nods. "And did I ever, ever hate you?" Edward bites his lip and shakes his head. "When I punish you, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I do and I don't want you to make the same mistakes." He pushes back some of Edward's hair. "You're my baby boy, my bub. I'm always gonna love you."

"Promise?"

"I promise." He pulls his son onto his lap and holds him close. "Now, we need to talk about what happened?"

"I won't ever drink, ever again."

"That's good to hear. But you also lied to me, something that is never okay." Edward sighs. "You're grounded."

"For how long?"

"Three weeks."

Edward sighs. "Not that it matters. I don't have any friends, anyway."

"Buddy, you're going to make friends, ones your own age, ones that won't take advantage of you and will like you for who you are." Edward just buries his head into his father's shoulder and Carlisle strokes his hair. "I think you can take your aspirin now." Carlisle sets his son down, causing him to whimper. "I'll be right back, baby boy." He gets up and goes into the bathroom. After grabbing the medication, he walks back out to his son and sits down, giving it to him. Edward takes it and then holds his arms back up to his dad, like he used to when he was little. Carlisle smiles and sits with his son, pulling him back on his lap. "Glad you're still small enough for me to do this."

"I'm not small," Edward mutters.

"Yes you are, you're still growing." Carlisle kisses his cheek. "My baby boy."

"I love you, Daddy," Edward says.

"I love you too, bub."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I get a haircut?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because it's loserish."

"Who told you that?"

"Bree, the girl I was hanging out with."

"Your hair is fine," Carlisle says. "And I'll take you to get it cut when it's your choice, not driven by some little bit…not nice girl."

Edward sighs and buries his head deeper in his father's shoulder. "I think you should just give me plastic surgery. I look like a freak."

"Hey, look at me." Edward doesn't move so Carlisle takes his face into his hands. "You are an incredibly handsome boy."

"You're my dad, you have to say that."

"No I don't." Carlisle strokes his son's cheek. "You are perfect."

Edward sighs. "I want to transfer schools."

"It'll blow over, you'll see." Edward moves his head back to his dad's shoulder. "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

"Mac and cheese?"

"Sounds like a plan." He kisses Edward's head. "Why don't you change into some comfy jammies and I'll get started."

Edward gets up and heads to the dresser. "You're always way too nice to me when I get grounded."

"Would you prefer what I was like earlier?"

"I'm good."

Carlisle chuckles. "Get changed, bub." And with that, he walks out the door. He starts on some mac and cheese and a few minutes later, Edward is walking downstairs, holding his teddy bear. He looks so sweet as he curls up on the couch. "Dinner's almost ready."

"Good." He buries himself into the pillows. "My head really hurts."

"Just relax. I'll bring you a cold compress." Carlisle grabs one from the freezer and brings it over, placing it on his head. After awhile, the dinner is done and Carlisle brings it over. The two eat and talk for a bit. By the end of it, Edward has some stuff on his face. Carlisle grabs a napkin and starts wiping his face.

Edward rolls his eyes. "Dad."

"What?"

"Not a little boy."

"My little boy," he says affectionately, pinching his son's cheek lightly.

So the next one, things will be a little different. It's going back to when Edward is 8. It'll also be in first person point of view, I struggle writing in third person, though it'll still be written in present tense. Like I said, I have a few ideas for some of these one shots but if you have any ideas, let me know.