7. Giving Up

Day 7

A loud bang sounded throughout the Cullen household. Everyone looked up from what they were doing at the sound of it.

Alice and Rosalie were looking at the newest Paris fashion lines on the computer in Alice's room. Alice smiled as she heard the bang from upstairs, she could 'see' that the bet would be over soon, and she would get, not her credit cards back, but Carlisle's off him, which was just as good. With that thought she turned her attention back to the computer screen.

Jasper was sulking on the bed in his and Alice's room. His eyes were pitch black and his throat was burning like Hell, yet Esme was not letting go on the whole 'grounded' thing, so he couldn't hunt.

Carlisle and Esme were back to putting all their efforts into avoiding each other, and the remains of what had once been their living room.

"Oh, fuck!" they heard Emmett shout. Intrigued, the rest of his family followed the sound of his shout. They found him in his and Rosalie's bathroom.

"Whoa, bit of privacy maybe?" he shouted at them. Hastily, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist.

Esme wasn't paying any attention to her son; her focus was on the hole in the wall.

"Emmett," she growled.

"I, erm, got a bit angry," Emmett said hesitantly.

"What could possibly be aggravating about having a shower?" Carlisle asked, calm as ever.

Alice giggled to herself before walking over and placing her hand under the still running water.

"A cold shower, seriously, Em?" she asked sarcastically.

"Vampires can have cold showers? Who'd have thought that would work," Jasper said in amazement.

"It doesn't," Emmett said grumpily.

"So you punched a hole in my wall," Esme added annoyed.

"Something like that, yeah."

"You know Emmett, you wouldn't need to take a cold shoulder if you just say the three magic words," Rosalie goaded him.

"Fine!" Emmett shouted. Alice smirked; this was her vision coming true. "It's bullshit, Alice. Let's go, Rose." And he grabbed his wife and pulled her out of the room. They heard their footsteps leaving the house.

"I won! I won! I won!" Alice chanted happily to herself, jumping up and down and clapping her hands excitedly.

"Yeah, you won. Can I have my clothes back now?" Jasper said exasperatedly. At last this stupid bet is over, he thought.

"And my books?" Carlisle added.

"Sure, we hid them in a hole we dug in the forest. It might take a little while to get them though. And I want to go shopping." I don't have a little while. I need to hunt now. Looks like I'm going hunting naked.

"And I need help packing everything up," Esme added.

"Packing everything up?" her husband asked.

"You can't seriously expect us to still live here?"

"Honey, we only just moved here."

"Fine, but you can tidy up for a change, and re-decorate, and I'll just sit around with my head in a book not being any help. Maybe you should be the one wearing the apron for a change." The look Esme gave Carlisle told him he should not argue with her, not if he wanted to make it through to see tomorrow.

"Kids, looks like we're moving."

"That's an excellent idea, Esme," Alice announced with a smirk. Oh no, both Carlisle and Jasper thought. Alice flitted off and came back with Esme's flowery apron. Esme smirked as well then.

"Here you go," Alice said throwing it at Carlisle.

"You can't be serious."

"You boys lost the bet," Alice reminded him.

"Technically, I was never involved in the bet," Carlisle replied smugly.

"Technically, you got involved in the bet the minute you cancelled my credit cards," Alice replied.

"I only did that because you stole all my books and blamed it on the 'book-stealing fairy'."

"Oh, just put the apron on already, Carlisle," Esme snapped.

Deciding it wasn't worth arguing with his already peeved wife, Carlisle did as she said.

"I like it. You wearing an apron and me giving the orders for the change," Esme said smugly.

"I knew you'd enjoy being the one in charge," Alice told her. Esme's smile became even smugger.

"Esme, can I please go hunt now?" Jasper asked.

"Well, I guess so," she replied.

"How does this sound for a plan, Esme?" Alice asked. "I'm going to show Carlisle were we buried his books and Jasper's clothes, and he can dig them up while I go shopping, with Carlisle's credit cards off course," she smirked at her father. "Meanwhile you can go get some moving vans for our impending move. We'll need three. One for Carlisle to put the books and clothes in. One for the remains of the furniture. And one for all my new clothes."

"Sounds like a good plan to me, dear. Carlisle, give Alice your credit cards." Carlisle did as he was ordered.

I'm going to have to tell Emmett to never make a bet like this with Alice ever again, he thought glumly.

"He doesn't listen to you and does it again in another couple of years. And the girls win. Again," Alice informed him cheerfully.


Yeah, I know that was all a little stupid and crackficcy (not certain that's a word, but you know what I mean). Also, I know Carlisle and Esme are a little OOC in this fic, but canon Carlisle and Esme would have just come home and stopped the bet. And that wouldn't have been any fun!

So what did you think of my little stupid story? Reviews are always appreciated.