Disclaimer: The only thing that's mine is this individual storyline. I still do not own "The Christmas Song," and do not own "Jingle Bells." The new lyrics are the product of my imagination.
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I didn't want it to be Monday. It's not that I dreaded going back to school—that wouldn't even happen for a couple of days, according to Alice. It was more that I didn't want this long weekend to be over. This weekend had been three of the best days I could have asked for. Even though I missed Charlie, I wasn't really ready to go home.
Alice and Edward were going to drop me off late in the morning so I'd be back and settled before Charlie got home. My things were already packed and were sitting by the door; we were just waiting until we absolutely had to leave. While we sat in the family room with the others, minus Carlisle and Esme, I thought back on all of the things we had done this weekend, from the sledding to the snowball fight which Esme and I had surprisingly dominated, to ice skating yesterday. And how could I not think about the cozy nights I had spent snuggled up with Edward or our 19th century conversations last night?
To my right, I noticed Alice stiffen suddenly. I looked over to see her eyes glaze over slightly as if they were unfocused. The corners of her mouth began twitching as she started to smile.
"Oh! Charlie…" She let her voice trail off. Alarm bells sounded in my mind.
"What was that about Charlie?!" Edward and I asked simultaneously. His voice was full of interest, mine full of panic. All kinds of horrible things ran through my mind, thinking he'd had an accident while he was ice fishing.
"Charlie is going to be rather…accomm—charming when he gets home, that's all," Alice assured me. She winked at Edward.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why are you singing 'The Christmas Song' in Arabic, Alice?" Edward asked, sounding mildly frustrated.
Emmett and I both laughed. Jasper and Edward didn't seem to be too fond of her song choice.
"Oh, do you prefer this version?" She scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration.
"Gah! Not you, too!" At my puzzled expression, Edward turned to me and explained, "She's singing Emmett's version now."
"And though it's been said, many times, many ways," Alice sang aloud.
Emmett grinned and began singing with her, "Bella smells good…Oh, Bella sure smells tasty to him!" Both of them gestured theatrically to Edward, who rolled his eyes.
I had an evil idea. Should I fight it? Alice caught my eye and grinned. I'll never get caught betting against Alice. I cleared my throat.
"Dashing through the snow, on a running vampire's back, up the hill we go, laughing all the way. All our laughter rings, having snowball fights, what fun it is to sled and sing a slaying song tonight. Oh…" After my emphasis on "slaying," Edward's hand clapped over my mouth. The others were howling with laughter.
"Not you, too, love," he groaned. I grinned over his hand and nodded. He sighed as he said, "As much as I hate to break up this little karaoke session sing along, we should probably take you home."
It was my turn to sigh. I hugged everyone goodbye before gathering my duffel bag.
"Thank you all for a great weekend," I said as I moved toward the door, Edward right behind me.
"You know what they say," Emmett began, "the family that sings together, stays together."
The ride home was uneventful with the exception of Edward growling every time Alice absently hummed Emmett's song. When we arrived at my house, I was surprised to see that Charlie was already home.
"Is this what you didn't want me to know, Alice?" Edward asked.
"No, why would I hide Charlie's being home?"
While they were talking, I had already unbuckled my seatbelt and was walking up the driveway. I was on the porch before they even got out of the car. The front door opened as soon as I reached for the knob.
"Missed you, kiddo," Charlie said, hugging me awkwardly with one arm.
"Missed you too, Dad."
"You guys coming in or are you going to sit out there and freeze?" Charlie called to Alice and Edward as they began walking up to the house. This was a welcome change, I thought. Sure, Charlie adored Alice, but he was even more suspicious of Edward now that we were engaged. It was almost as if he expected Edward to whisk me away to Vegas at any time.
"When'd you get home, Dad?" I asked as I followed him into the house.
"About an hour or so ago. The radio weather guy was saying something about the roads getting icy and I wanted to make it home before that." He went back to the door to let Edward and Alice inside—Edward had brought my bag with him. "How'd the weekend go?"
I snuck a glance at them before answering. "It was fun—we went sledding and had a snowball fight, then went ice skating on the river."
Charlie eyed me critically. "How many bumps, bruises, scrapes or stitches?"
"Ha ha, Dad."
"She left out the best part, Charlie!" Alice said, sighing dramatically.
Charlie smiled as he turned to her. "What's that?"
"We spent the entire weekend pampering ourselves and relaxing—spa style." Yeah, I thought, if by pampering she means snuggling and winter sports. Charlie laughed.
"Glad you girls enjoyed yourselves. What about you, Edward?" I was proud of Charlie; he'd managed to only slightly cringe as he said Edward's name.
"Other than enjoying the snow, my brothers and I mostly stayed out of their way," he said, earning another chuckle from Charlie.
We had moved to the living room now, settling onto the couch, Charlie sitting in the armchair recliner. The conversation continued, mostly thanks to Alice, who was recounting the events of the weekend with her trademark enthusiasm. Edward and I interjected our commentary only sporadically, earning a glare from Alice every time.
"Who's telling this story?" She asked indignantly.
When she finished, Charlie gave a very short summary of his trip, only after Alice's insistence. He'd had a rather uneventful fishing weekend, catching only two fish. According to him however, ice fishing was more about the experience. I'd settle for taking his word for it.
As Charlie, being uncharacteristically verbose, began regaling us with the joys and high points of ice fishing, Edward put his arm around my shoulders. I looked over to him and smiled before turning back to Charlie, who narrowed his eyes and glared.
Yes, my long, glorious weekend was over—it was time to return to normal.
A/N 2: That's it for "The Long Weekend," folks! A short, 3 chapter sequel is on the way, along with a brand new story. Thank you again for reading!