Hey, okay first twilight ff! ahh. Thnk you to my wonderful beta Shooks. Good Job!




Birthday party is such a lose term. What is a birthday party? A room full of people, a cake, some candles? On TV, birthday parties are full of children, clowns, balloons of every colour, shape and size! The birthday child is the centre of attention; wearing loads of badges and a huge happy smile, whilst his mother looks affectionately down at him. There is music, lots of music! Fun games like musical statues; stuck in the mud; pass the parcel are played with sweets for prizes. That's a birthday party. I want a birthday party like that.

Today it's my ninth birthday party. There should be chocolate ice-cream and sausage rolls - instead, there is caviar and sushi. There should be a DJ who plays really up-beat music, instead there is a jazz band - now don't get me wrong, I like jazz! But it's just not birthday party decorum. All of the guests are adults, and I'm wearing a stupid suit again. The only other children at this "birthday party" are my two brothers, Jasper and Emmet and some French kids, who I have no intention of playing with; they eat snails for god sake!

I'm the centre of attention; I always have been, so it's nothing special. I wish the attention was from my parents or my friends, not the flashing cameras of the paparazzi. This is not the birthday party that you see on TV; no, this is the birthday party of a prince; Prince Edward Cullen. It sucks!

So there I am, at a social get together which has been wrongly christened as my birthday party. My parents are somewhere in the throng of smartly dressed nobles; they took Emmet and Jasper with them. Despite the fact that I have to work harder than my brothers to get my parent's attention, Jazz, Em and I are closer than three peas in a pod. We do everything together, we look out for each other, and when one of us is away from the trio, we all suffer. This is one of those rare moments where we're not together. I'm sat in the gazebo, next to the jazz band - me and my brothers were making fun of some of the musicians until mother comes over and takes Jasper and Emmet to meet some French Lord.

"We'll sneak away when they're not looking," Emmet nudged me and winked. Jasper had a wicked smile on his face, which usually meant that he was planning something that would get us all into trouble.

I took a sip of the punch that I was holding and took a disparaging look at the crowd. I could see my brothers standing next to mother; both of them wore bored expressions as the French guy talked animatedly about something. I saw Jasper glance over towards me and flash me a smile; his plan was set. Jasper was the schemer out of the three of us; always coming up with plans that would: A - get us what we wanted and B - get us into trouble. I couldn't help but chuckle as Emmet turned to my direction, also wearing a mischievous grin - Emmet was in on the plan. Emmet was the tough guy; even though he was the shortest, he was the strongest. I rolled my eyes at the manic twins and both snickered to each other. I was the brains of the group; I would always get us out when situations got a bit tight - I could blag for my country.

The band stopped playing for a minute to take a rest; I couldn't blame them, they'd been playing for four hours straight. I did what any respecting host should do at a party; I got up and shook their hands and thanked them for playing really well. They seemed surprised for some reason, but quickly composed themselves to shake my hand.

I turned and walked out of the gazebo to meet my brothers who where bounding towards me from mothers direction.

"How did you do that?" I laughed; I wasn't surprised; we boys could do anything if we set our minds to it. Emmet clasped my shoulder whilst Jasper crossed his arms looking smug.

"You see little brother; Jasper is a genius who has undeniably got us into a lot of trouble if you don't start crying this instant." I didn't even ask, I just put my face in my hands and let my brothers guide my body.

"What's happened?" I heard my father ask. I didn't look up; I let Jasper do the talking.

"Nothing, we'll take care of it, don't worry father." When we started moving again and I looked at Jazz from between my fingers.

"Nice one…" sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to say? "He peed himself and now he's really embarrassed?" No, I couldn't could I!" He raised his eyebrow and pushed open the door in front of us. I could hear Emmet giggling from my other side.

I was sat down on a sofa, where I finally looked. We were in the conservatory. From here we could see the whole party.

"Do reckon mother would let us go paintballing?" Emmet said. Both Jasper and I turned to him with raised eyebrows. This was a topic we'd discussed many times and the out come never changed.

I was about to come out with a sarcastic remark towards my brother, when something blue caught my eye. I whipped my head around to try and see it again, but no such luck. I scanned the crowd but I didn't see anything. I turned back to Emmet and was about to say something again when I heard someone giggle. I stood and walked towards the door - that giggle had sounded so pretty. I hear Jasper and Emmet discussing the paintballing idea behind me. I looked out onto the deck, there was no-one there. I scanned the crowd, looking for who could make such pretty girly sound. Nothing.

"Are you okay now son?" I jumped when I heard my father's voice behind me. I turned and looked up at him, King Carlisle.

"Uh, yeah thanks." Fathers face relaxed and he, for some reason, looked relieved.

"Good," he looked out at the lawn, "are you looking for someone?" I sighed.

"No, I was just people watching…" I looked up at my father. He let out one of his musical chuckles.

"Right okay, have you seen your mother?" I shook my head. "Best I go and find her then." With that he ruffled my hair and stepped out onto the lawn.

There it was again; that giggle. I spun around, and there she was. A vision in blue. She was swinging on her mothers arm looking at me, smiling. She had long brown hair, and big brown eyes. They reminded me of chocolate. Hmm, I haven't had that in a while, I'll have to ask CaThe pretty giggling sound snapped me out of reverie. It was her. She was still looking at me, with a smile on her face. She was like a Princess. Not like the snotty Princess' in real life, but like one of the Princess' out of a fairytale. She looked about my age. I couldn't help but grin at her; a blush tinted her cheeks as she looked down at her feet, swaying her dress with her one hand, swinging her mothers with the other.

She looked back at me and giggled again. Why did she find me funny? I didn't really care, as long as I could make her giggle that pretty noise, I was happy. I ran my hand through my hair and smiled even wider. She blushed again, but her smile got broader.

"Hey! Eddie!" Stupid brothers. "What are you looking at brother?" I could hear the amusement in Emmet's voice.

"N-nothing," I stuttered, stuffing my hands into my pockets and turning away from my Princess, but not without one last grin in her direction.

"Kay, you want to help us set up a prank?" Jasper said. I nodded, eager to distract my brothers.

"Awesome!" They high-five each other and I rolled my eyes.

They stood and walked towards the kitchen, rubbing their hands together with evil glints in their eyes. I took this opportunity to take a look back at my Princess, but she was gone. I scanned the crowd, anxious to find her. But she wasn't there.

"Eddie! You coming or not?" Jasper's voice called from the doorway.

"Umm…yeah coming." I sighed and turned towards Jasper. I was upset that I couldn't find her again; the prank would help me cheer up.

"We are so going to get in trouble for his," Emmet whispered when we joined him.

"Yeah, I know." Jasper chuckled.

"Oh god," I giggled.

Let the madness begin.

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