Thank you so much! To the amazing HollettLA and MelissaMargaret who beta'd this for me.
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A/N: This is the outtake I donated to Fandom for Texas. It's set about ten years before the start of You Redeem Me. This was the first time Carlisle and Esme met. I hope you all enjoy!
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When I got off the plane in Boston, I couldn't help but grin. Eddie was going to be so happy and surprised. I wasn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow, but I changed my flight so I could surprise him. He had been talking about this since I said I wanted to come visit Harvard. Would I actually go to Harvard? No, but it was an excuse to get to come see him.
Since he had been so busy in his last year of medical school, I hadn't seen him since Christmas. That was almost four months ago. My brother and I were extremely close despite our age difference — nine years. He had basically been everything to me. When he lived in New York, he walked me home after school — even when he started college at Columbia. He'd make sure he didn't have a class during that time. He'd help me with homework, take me to museums, and even stand up for me when I was being made fun of when I was younger.
Since our parents tended to be… otherwise occupied, Eddie basically filled that role for me. When I was ten and my nanny was let go, he was the one who would take care of me, even though he had things going on that were way more important. He even gave me my own room in his apartment so I could stay over when no one was home. When he left for Harvard four years ago, I missed him terribly. He knew it, too. Before he left, he said he'd stay if I wanted him to. Though I kinda did, I told him to go. It was his dream to attend Harvard Medical School. He was so smart and deserved to go to the best school he could.
My brother, the doctor. To say I was proud would be an understatement — a huge one. He knew exactly what he wanted in life and went for it. He was only a month away now. For as long as I could remember, that was Eddie's dream. I loved helping him study. He'd have flashcards, and I'd quiz him after he helped me with my homework. He always got the answer right — my genius big brother. My hero.
I knocked, but there was no answer. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I really hadn't thought my plan out. Eddie was probably still at the hospital. He had Saturday and Sunday off, but obviously not Friday. I had no idea what time he'd get home, so I was most likely stuck, sitting in front of his door for hours.
Just for good measure, I knocked really, really hard one more time. Actually, I pounded. The door flew open and in front of me stood the cutest guy I had ever seen. But he looked a little angry, until his eyes rested on mine and he smiled.
"Esme?" he asked. His voice! It was so… sexy.
"Uh-huh," I said, wide-eyed and basically speechless.
"You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow."
"I… uh, wanted to surprise Eddie."
He laughed. Did I say something funny? "He's going to be surprised all right. Come on in." He opened the door wider for me.
I leaned down to grab my duffle, and he took it from me with a smile. "Thanks," I mumbled.
He let me in first, and then walked ahead of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was probably as tall as Edward, but more muscular. His t-shirt clung to him. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. He was so cute!
"You can make yourself comfortable. Edward's shift doesn't end for about another hour," he told me.
I walked over to the couch and sat down, kicking off my flip-flops. "So, who are you?" I asked.
He smirked. "I'm Carlisle — Edward's roommate. He hasn't told you about me?"
"Well, yeah, I just kinda spaced. He does talk about you a lot."
"Good things, I hope," he laughed, sitting down on the other side of the couch and grabbing a book.
"Yeah, of course."
"Well, I was sleeping, but since you're here, I guess that wouldn't be very polite."
"Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
He shook his head. "It's okay. I needed to get up anyway. I have a shift at eleven tonight."
"You're in school with Eddie, right? A medical student?"
I knew he was. Edward told me so, but I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear his voice.
"Yes, I am. I'll be starting my surgical residency soon."
I nodded. "Cool. So you want to be a surgeon?"
"Yeah, that's what I want." He smiled. "Edward said you're looking into Harvard?"
"Well, that's my excuse to come, but it's not like I'll actually go here. I'm not that smart."
He cocked his head. "Sure you are. I mean, if Eddie could get in, then I'm sure you can." He smirked.
"Eddie is a genius. And he lets you call him that, too?"
He laughed and shook his head. "He'll kill me if he finds out I said it. So don't tell him."
I smiled. "I won't."
He smiled back and I could feel my cheeks heating up. "So… surprising Edward, what made you think of doing that?"
"Oh, well, I just figured it'd be nice to do. A good surprise when he opened the door. I guess I didn't think it through, though, because I should have known he'd be at the hospital. I didn't know what his shift was. I know a few days ago he was on nights, so I assumed he still was."
"It changes a lot. But don't worry; he'll still be surprised when he gets home. You can hide in the closet or something," he chuckled.
"Jump out and yell 'surprise!'?"
His laugh was infectious. "Sure, why not."
Carlisle was beyond nice. He actually put down the book he was going to read and talked to me instead. He asked how school was, what classes I was in, and what I thought about doing after high school. College was a must in my family. My parents wouldn't accept anything less. Though, my ideas for careers didn't exactly make them proud like they were of Edward. I still hoped one day they'd understand I didn't want to follow in my father's or brother's footsteps. My mother didn't have a "career", per se. She was on the board of a few charities and helped organize fundraisers. I told Carlisle all about them.
"Edward doesn't talk about them much," he told me. "I knew your father was a lawyer, but I didn't know that about your mother. Edward didn't say... Well, he did, but it's not something I'd repeat."
"Yeah, he's not too fond of them. But they're busy, so it's understandable that they couldn't care for us like other parents."
"You're much more understanding than your brother. In fact, you're nothing like him," he laughed. "You're nice."
"Hey," I swatted his shoulder, "he's nice! He's very nice. Why else would you be friends with him?"
"He grew on me, let's just say. Seriously, though, he's nice to people he likes. Everyone else is screwed."
I frowned. "He's not happy?"
He shook his head. "I didn't say that. I think he's very happy. He's just a bit of an asshole sometimes."
"Don't say that. Eddie is not an asshole."
"I'm sorry. That's not the right word. He's just not as understanding of people as you are. But when it's someone he knows and cares about, or his patients, he's great."
"I guess he is kind of a downer. And so sarcastic!"
"Oh, God, yes!" he laughed. "That's probably the best word to describe him. I swear, more than half the words out of his mouth are sarcastic. I've wanted to deck him for it before."
Suddenly, we heard the door knob jiggle with a key in it. I jumped up and ran to hide behind the door. I got against the wall with a smirk. The door flew open much harder than I anticipated. It smacked me right in the face.
"Oh, no!" I yelled, putting my hand over my nose.
"What the fuck!" Edward yelled, rushing to pull the door closed. "Shit, Esme. What the hell are you doing back there?"
"It's broken, it's broken, owwwww," I cried.
He pulled my hand away from my face and blanched. "I am so sorry! Carlisle, get me a towel, damn it!" he cursed.
I looked at my hand and saw blood. Eww, just… eww. I did not like the sight of blood. At. All. Carlisle rushed back to us with a dishtowel and handed it to Edward. He put it under my nose and pinched my nostrils together.
"Ouch!" I yelled, glaring at him.
"Sorry," he mumbled. He led me over to the small kitchen and had me sit down at the table. "We have a first aid kit, right, Carlisle?"
"Uh, yeah, somewhere," Carlisle said, opening the cabinets and beginning to search.
"I try to surprise you, and you break my nose!" I huffed.
"Stop talking… Yeah, and I'm sorry, but that was your own fault. Behind the door? Really?"
I flung my arms in the air. "Surprise! Now take me to the hospital."
He pulled the towel away and titled my head. "It's stopping. You're fine."
I huffed. "It's broken."
"No, it isn't. Here," he put his fingers on the bridge of my nose and felt around, "no crunching or displacement. It's not broken."
"Well, I just hit you with a door. That's not surprising."
I scowled. "Jerk."
He cocked his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
I heard Carlisle chuckling from a few feet away as he filled up a baggie with ice. "Here," he said, handing it to Edward.
"Thanks, man." He pressed the baggie to my nose. I jerked away from the coldness. "Hold still and keep the ice on. It'll bring down swelling. The bleeding is stopping, so I think you'll be okay. I am sorry," he told me.
"I know," I sighed.
He pulled the ice away and titled my head back again. "Yeah," he nodded, "I don't think it's bleeding anymore. I'm going to clean it up, okay?"
I nodded, staying silent. He went over to the sink where Carlisle had set the first aid kit before leaving the room. I wondered where he went. Eddie brought the kit over and sat down in front of me. He pulled a few of those alcohol packets out and tore one open. He put his index finger under my chin and had me tilt my head back once more. As gently as he could, he cleaned my mouth and under my nose with a few pads. Then he grabbed a small flashlight from the kit and shined it up my nose. I looked down at him as he looked into my nose intently.
"Find any treasure?" I smiled softly, teasing him.
He smirked, laughing a bit. "Nope, and nothing looks deformed and no new bleeding. Unless you really don't trust my judgment, I don't think a hospital is necessary."
"Nah, I trust you, Eddie."
He smiled so big. "God, I missed that, sissy."
"So, surprise, I came early."
"It would have been an even better surprise if you hadn't been hiding behind that door. It sticks, so we have to hit it with our shoulders to get it open sometimes."
"Yeah, that wasn't one of my brightest ideas, but it was definitely a surprise."
"Indeed. So… there is nothing to eat here but ramen. And I'm guessing you don't want to go out. Is pizza okay?"
"That's fine. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He helped me stand up. "Um… where is it?"
"Oh, just down the hall. Second door on your right." He pointed.
My nose didn't really look that bad. It was a little swollen, but that was all. The worst part was how embarrassing it was. I got hit in the face with a door… In front of Carlisle, who was just, well, freaking cute.
When I got back to the living area, Carlisle was in the kitchen — cleaning dishes in the sink — and Edward was nowhere to be found. I sat down on the couch, not knowing what else to do.
"Edward is changing his sheets for you," Carlisle told me.
"Oh, he didn't have to do that. This couch seems comfortable."
He laughed. "Trust me, it's not. Besides, he wouldn't dare make you sleep out here."
"But if it's so uncomfortable, then he shouldn't have to. I didn't realize how small this place is."
"Well, it's close to the hospital and we both fit well in it, so it works for us. It's just a little small when we have company, which we normally don't. If I wind up stepping on your toes, let me know. I tend to be everywhere here. My favorite place to study is in the living room, but I'll try to stay out of your way if you're doing something."
"Oh, no, it's fine. Let me know if I'm in your way. I'm sorry if I disrupted your routine."
"No!" he said. "When Edward told me you were coming, I was glad. He talks about you a lot. I couldn't wait to meet the famous Esme," he chuckled. "You're everything to him."
I blushed. Eddie and his lies. "I hardly think I'm 'famous' or everything to him."
He walked over to the couch and sat down. "No, you are. I swear. Wait until you see his room; he has pictures of you two on his bookshelf. None of your parents or anything — just you two. It's… sweet." He grinned.
"What are you telling her?" Eddie asked, coming into the room.
"All lies about how you wouldn't shut up about her getting here," Carlisle said.
"Oh, that? Yeah, sissy, total lies. I wasn't looking forward to it at all."
I smiled. "Me either. I was dreading it," I teased.
"So, what kind of pizza do you want? Pepperoni and ham with extra cheese still?"
I nodded. "You remembered."
"Of course," he said. "Like I could forget that. Carlisle, I told you how we'd order pizza every time she stayed over, remember? The pizza guy knew our order by heart," he laughed.
"Yes, I remember," Carlisle said. "You also told me about the time the order was mixed up and, how old was Esme? Thirteen? You said she ate the olives just so you wouldn't be mad."
"Oh, no," I groaned. "You do talk about me, Eddie, and way too much!"
Edward and Carlisle laughed together. "The stories are sweet if that makes it any better," Carlisle said with a smile.
"Not really," I said, blushing. "I'm pretty mortified imagining what else he's told you."
"Don't sorry, sissy, I never told him about the time you ripped your pants at school and called me to bring you some. And since I couldn't get into Mother and Father's house, I bought a pair that kept falling down, showing those Hello Kitty undies," Eddie said with an evil grin.
I threw a pillow at him. "You! I was nine! Okay? Nine! And I still can't believe you thought I was that big. Those pants were huge!"
He laughed. "I was confused. I was an eighteen year old shopping for girls' pants. It was a bit awkward."
Carlisle ducked his head to hide his laughter, which only grew louder with ours. "I'm sorry," he said. "But Edward did tell me about that."
My jaw dropped. "You are horrible, Eddie!"
"What? When did I tell you that?"
"Her last birthday… When you asked what you should buy her. I told you clothes or something, and you told me how you don't buy her clothes because of that."
"Oh, yeah." Eddie grinned. "I forgot. Oops, sorry, Es."
I scowled at him, making my nose hurt. "Order my pizza. Oh, and I want something chocolatey for dessert. I think I deserve it after being hit in the face."
"I am truly sorry, sissy. Please? Forgive me?"
I pretended to contemplate it, but my smile gave away my decision. "Of course, after I get the chocolate."
While we waited for the pizza guy, I went into Eddie's room to change. Carlisle was right. He had a lot of pictures of us on his bookshelf. It was funny, actually. I had just as many — if not more — of us in my own room. It made me feel good that he hadn't forgotten about me in his new life away from New York. I had always feared we'd grow apart with being away from each other. We talked on the phone once a week, but that hadn't entirely convinced me. It just made me happy to know he cared so much still — enough to talk about me. He was the best big brother.
After putting my PJs on and tying my hair back, I slipped into my fuzzy slippers and went back into the living room. I quickly realized how childish I looked. Yeah, fuzzy slippers… Gah! Carlisle looked up and smiled. I wanted to just die!
"Ha!" Eddie laughed. "I may not buy clothes, but I do buy slippers. Glad to see you're getting some use out of them."
I blushed. "Yes, I wear them all the time. They're super comfortable."
He nodded. "Good. So… since I hadn't planned on you being here, I don't know what we should do. Movie?"
"Yep, that sounds good. Do you have popcorn?"
"Damn, no, I don't. I'll go get some after dinner."
"Oh, don't worry about it then. It's not that big of a deal."
"It's just down the street. I'll be back within ten minutes. It's fine."
I walked over to Eddie's cabinet of movies. He had so many, but he had always had lots of movies. I swear, all of them were action and, to be honest, none of them looked very good. I settled on one that didn't seem too gory and pulled it out. This one was a DVD instead of a VHS. Eddie had both players. I think he jumped at the DVD player when it came out because he had already amassed quite the collection.
"What do you do? Watch movies every night?" I asked, handing him the case.
"No, not every night. They're just a good way to unwind after studying." He smiled "Besides, my collection is boss. Find something good?" He looked at the case and shrugged. "Eh, good enough."
"What? You don't like my choice? You know, we could always go to the video store and rent Titanic. I'd love to see that again. It's been a few years."
He looked appalled. "Oh, hell no. I was dragged to that in theaters by some chick. Never ever again."
"Ah, but it was so good. I cried so much."
"He died! She let his ass drown. That's not good; it's fucking horrible. Her ass could have moved over."
"Whatever. I loved it. You just don't know what's romantic. Giving up your life for the woman you love…" I put my hand over my heart. "So romantic."
He rolled his eyes as someone knocked on the door. "Pizza's here."
We ate at the little dining room table. The pizza was definitely good, but the best part was the piece of chocolate cake. Eddie only got one slice, and since I couldn't eat all of it, I gave the rest of it to him.
"What about me?" Carlisle asked with a sly grin. "Maybe I want cake."
I giggled, took the paper plate from Edward, and slid it to him. Eddie was not happy! He stole it back before Carlisle could take a bite and shoved the rest in his mouth. I laughed so hard.
"You never learned to share, did you?" Carlisle asked him.
"Nope, and I don't plan on starting," he mumbled with a full mouth.
"You two are hilarious. And Eddie, don't talk with your mouth full," I laughed.
"I'll never learn, sissy, so you can stop telling me."
"I'll never stop. You need to learn some manners."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm nine years older than her, and she treats me like I'm the child," he told Carlisle.
"Well," Carlisle started, "you do act like a child sometimes."
"Also!" I butted in. "I'm not a child. I'm seventeen."
"Child, talk to me when you're eighteen," he laughed.
"It's in three months! I turn eighteen in June."
"That's three more months of you being a child then, sissy."
"Technically, he's right," Carlisle said.
I got a little angry. "Carlisle called you Eddie, Eddie."
"Esme!" Carlisle exclaimed.
"Really?" Edward asked, scowling. "You called me that… to her?"
"I was kidding, and she said she wasn't going to tell you."
"And that makes it okay? That's fucking mean. Don't call me that shit. I'm serious."
"But I can call you that," I said, grinning. "I'll always be allowed to call you Eddie."
"Only because I can call you sissy, but if he tries that again, hit him. I'm serious — deck his ass."
I laughed and Carlisle looked offended. "I'm going to the hospital early tonight. It's obvious I'm not appreciated here." A small smirk formed on his lips. "And Esme, I'll get you back for that. I swear."
"Oh, I'm shaking," I giggled.
Once he got back from the store and made the popcorn, Eddie and I settled into the couch to watch the movie as Carlisle went to shower for work. I put a pillow on Eddie's shoulder and rested my head on it.
"I missed you, big brother," I said.
He wrapped his arm around me. "I missed you too, sissy. I'm so glad you're here for the next few days."
"Me too. What are we doing tomorrow?"
"Well, I thought I'd show you around campus. You'll like it, Es. When are you taking your SATs?"
"In a few weeks. I brought my book to study, but I probably won't open it this weekend."
"Well, you need to. Having good scores will open a lot of doors for you. You're so smart, and your grades show that, but that's not the only thing that'll get you into college. You should apply for senior internships like I did. That'll look really good on an application."
"Eddie, I'm not going to Harvard. You know that, right? I'm probably going to apply to state schools and hope I get in."
He looked at me, disappointed. "You can get in. You just have to sell yourself."
"I'm not smart enough. It's fine, okay? I just said that I wanted to see the campus as an excuse to visit you."
He sighed. "You can do whatever you put your mind to. I think you should apply here. You never know."
"I don't even know what I want to do with my life. It'd be silly to apply to such a great school while being so undecided. What would I say? 'I someday hope to do something with my life. I just don't know what, but please, accept me into your Ivy League school.' Who would even consider accepting someone like that?"
"I just don't like you selling yourself short. You'll do something amazing with your life. I just know it," he said. "By the way, we need to get some more ice on your nose. It's looking a little… eh."
"Crap," I exclaimed, touching my nose. "I'm going to have a black eye, aren't I?"
"Probably two." I must have looked horrified because he quickly continued. "But maybe not."
"That doesn't give me much hope, Eddie."
"It's not broken, so you might not. Or they might be really light. I'm sure you can cover them up with makeup."
"Yeah, I guess," I sighed, moving over so he could get up.
Carlisle left at ten-thirty on the dot. Eddie and I continued to watch our movie, and then another. He chose… I didn't exactly like it. Well, I didn't like the first one either, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I was watching them with Eddie.
The next day, Eddie showed me all around campus and told me stories about his time here. He said he hadn't made many friends except Carlisle. Of course, I had to ask about girlfriends. He rolled his eyes and told me he learned quickly that all of his focus needed to be on school. He hadn't been on a date since summer, which was almost a year ago. I then made the silly mistake of asking him about Carlisle.
"What?" he asked, incredulously.
"I… uh, I'm just asking."
He laughed. "Carlisle dates. That's all you need to know."
My face fell. "Oh, okay. I just figured since you don't, he doesn't either."
"He's pretty much a genius, Es. He studies a lot, but he can do other things and still stay focused. Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't. I was just curious."
"Sissy have a little crush?" he teased.
My cheeks heated up. "No."
"He's five years older than you. Don't even think about it."
"Only five years?"
"Only five years? That's what you ask?" he laughed. "I'm checking you into a hotel."
"That's not what I meant! Please, don't. I just meant he should be your age, right?"
"So I don't need to put you in a hotel to keep you away from him?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm seventeen. Look at the flower in my hair!" I pointed.
"You're pretty fucking innocent still. Keep it that way forever, got it?"
"Not forever," I told him. "Someday, I'm going to get married and have kids," I sighed hopefully.
"Try not to think about that. You have some great years coming up. Don't mess them up by making a decision you'll regret. That will be waiting for you when you're older. Enjoy being young while you can."
"You talk like you're some wise, old man," I laughed. "You're twenty-six."
"And I'm still enjoying my youth, so don't try growing up too fast. Stay my baby sister forever, please?" He pulled me into his side as we walked. "Stay… you."
I looked up at him and smiled. "I'll always be me. Nothing will change that."
"Good, now let's head back to the apartment. You need to touch up that makeup before I take you to a fancy restaurant," he laughed.
The fancy restaurant wasn't exactly what I had imagined. In fact, if Eddie thought a sports bar and grill was fancy, he needed his head checked. I looked like I was trying a little hard because of my outfit. Thankfully, though, my dress wasn't all that fancy. It was just nice.
"So… what do you want to eat?" Eddie asked me.
"Well, my options range from steak, wings, or a burger… I'll probably go with a burger and fries."
"Oh, the burgers are fucking awesome here… And huge!" He suddenly looked past me and waved his hand. "I told you Carlisle is meeting us here, right?"
My jaw probably dropped. The dress was not what I wanted to be seen in by Carlisle of all people. "No."
"Hey," Carlisle said, smiling as he motioned for me to scoot over.
Oh, God! He's sitting next to me?
"Hey, man, sleep well?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. How was the campus?" Carlisle turned to me. "Did you like it?"
Find your voice, Esme! I screamed at myself in my head.
"Uh-huh," I said. "It was nice."
He smiled and my cheeks heated up. "Good."
"I'll go grab you a beer," Eddie said, standing up.
He was leaving me alone with Carlisle? Oh, that was wonderful. What with my cheeks being redder than a dang tomato as I sat very close to the guy I was pretty sure I had a crush on.
Pretty sure? Ha!
"So, what are getting?" Carlisle asked.
"Good choice. Edward and I eat here a lot. I've had just about everything on the menu. If you like bacon, make sure you get some on it. They do great bacon."
I nodded. "Okay. I like bacon."
I wanted to slap myself. My responses were so… lame.
He smiled again and picked up the menu. "I think I'll have a steak tonight."
"It is." He nodded. "Are you getting something chocolate for dessert again? Because it's my turn to have your leftovers."
"Sure," I laughed. "You'll have to fight Eddie, though."
"I can take him." He winked.
I was pretty sure he knew I had a crush on him at that point. Winking? Who does that? It was kinda cruel if he was doing that to me on purpose. He did say he'd get me back for telling Eddie about the nickname thing. Maybe this was it? Just… ugh, if that was the case. I was embarrassed — so flipping embarrassed.
Eddie came back with two beers. A new one for himself, and Carlisle's. I sipped my Coke through the straw, trying to not look at Carlisle again. Eddie would need to get a new roommate if he ever wanted me to visit again. A less attractive one, preferably. Actually, that would be a demand. No cute roommates with blue eyes that winked at me.
"How is everything back home?" Eddie asked.
I looked up. "Oh, the usual. Mother and Father aren't home much still. Father wants to know what I want to major in once I graduate. He wasn't too happy with my answer of I had no clue."
He rolled his eyes. "He's rarely happy, so forget about him. How's the painting going? Win any more contests?"
"You paint?" Carlisle asked.
I shrugged. "A little. I'm really not that good. I mostly like to draw."
"She's great. If she'd send me anything of hers, it'd be up on one of the walls in the apartment."
"He lies," I told Carlisle.
Carlisle laughed. "I'm sure he's not lying about this."
"I'm not," Eddie said. "Give her a pencil and paper, and she'll amaze you."
"Well, I need to see this."
I shook my head. "No."
"Because I said so."
"All right, but I'm sure you're amazing. Still, I hope to one day see something you've drawn," he said, smiling.
The dang blush kept creeping up. "Maybe. I guess you never know."
Dinner came, and we ate with some light conversation. Eddie and Carlisle talked about the hospital. I was pretty spaced out, trying not to look at Carlisle and messing with my French fries. It didn't really work. When he'd laugh, I couldn't stop myself from glancing over at him. He was… kinda beautiful.
I wondered why he was eating with us. Eddie said he dated and it was Saturday night, so why wasn't he out? I figured he had to work or something tonight or tomorrow. It made sense that he wouldn't go out if he had to work.
"So you don't have school Monday?" Carlisle asked.
"What?" I asked.
"I asked if you had school Monday."
"Oh, technically I do, but I'm skipping. I never miss, so taking Friday and Monday off wasn't a big deal. My parents didn't care anyway."
"Skipping school," Edward mused, with a laugh. "My sissy is a rebel."
"I'm just badass," I laughed.
"And she curses! Carlisle, we've corrupted her!"
"No, you've corrupted her," Carlisle said. "I could probably count the times I've cursed in front of her on one hand, and I wouldn't even need all my fingers."
"He's right, Eddie. I've spent seventeen years listening to that potty mouth of yours. It's all your fault."
"I have not been cursing since I was nine," he defended.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think that's the point."
He smirked. "Fine. I take full responsibility for your badass-ness. What's next, Es? Tattoo? Piercing?"
"Um… no. I think I'll move on to saying 'fuck' like you do," I laughed.
"Please, don't," he said. "You're too sweet to do that. Don't you agree, Carlisle?"
Carlisle nodded. "Way too sweet." I blushed. "Take the blush for example. That's just the sweetest thing."
My cheeks kept getting hotter. He said something I did was "the sweetest thing". I just… I couldn't stop blushing. If it were possible to die from blushing too much, I'd be six feet under. My brother's roommate was going to be the death of me.
That night, Carlisle went to work while Eddie and I watched movies. We had stopped at the video store on our way home from the restaurant, and he let me pick out a movie. I made him swear he'd watch it with me before I grabbed anything. He said as long as it wasn't Titanic, he'd watch it. I chose a sappy romantic comedy. He looked pained when I showed him the DVD case.
I fell asleep that night with my feet in Edward's lap as the movie played. I woke up the next morning to find myself in his bed. It was still early — nine in the morning — so I decided to make breakfast. Eddie was sound asleep on the couch, and I knew Carlisle would be home around eleven or so. At least, I assumed so because of yesterday.
I quietly looked through the fridge and cabinets, finding nothing to make breakfast with. I wrote out a little note and stuck it on the fridge in case Eddie woke up before I got back, and then headed to the store just down the street. I quickly paid for the eggs, milk, cheese, bread, butter, and bacon before hurrying back to the apartment.
The one thing I hadn't thought of was a key. I had made sure the door was locked behind me when I left, so now I was locked out again. I really wanted Eddie to wake up to the smell of bacon frying, but I was going to have to knock so he'd let me in. The surprise was ruined.
"What are you doing out here?" Carlisle asked, causing me to jump.
I put my hand over my heart as it quickly beat in my chest. "Oh God, you scared me," I said.
He smiled and picked up one of the bags I had set down. "Sorry. So you went shopping?"
"I'm making breakfast. I wanted it to be a surprise. What are you doing here?"
"I was let off early. It was just something nice my resident did. To say I was shocked would be an understatement," he laughed. "Um, why haven't you gone in?"
"Oh, well… I kinda locked myself out," I said, ducking my head in embarrassment.
He… laughed at me. Well, that was nice.
"I'm sorry," he said, laying his hand over his stomach. "It's just funny. You're embarrassed, aren't you?"
I looked up meekly. "Very."
"Don't be. I think it's sweet that you're making breakfast for Edward. I'm only laughing because Edward always locks himself out. It's weird that you two do the same thing is all."
"Well, we are siblings. We have to have some common traits. Like forgetting keys," I giggled.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket. "True. So… since I'm letting you in, does that mean I get some?" He smirked.
I sighed, trying to play it cool. "I guess."
"Good, because I'm pretty quick. I could get in and lock you out," he teased.
I about hit his shoulder like I would have Eddie for messing with me, but I was pretty sure touching him wouldn't end well for me. I wanted my heart to continue beating.
I entered the apartment quickly — so not to wake up a still snoring Eddie on the couch. Carlisle wasn't as quiet, though. He threw his keys down on the counter loudly.
"Shhh!" I said, pressing my finger over my lips.
"He's not going to wake up," he told me. "That guy has to sleep with his pager against his face; otherwise, he'd never hear it. He sleeps like the dead!" he laughed.
He was right. Eddie was the hardest person to wake up. Still, I didn't want to chance it. "Just… try to be quiet?"
"For you… all right." That freaking smile was getting annoying. He had to know what it did to me. The blush arose every time! I was beginning to think Carlisle Cullen was cocky, but he just seemed too sweet to be cocky. Maybe it was just his way of messing with me. I still thought it was cruel, though.
I quickly fried the bacon and made the scrambled eggs, adding just the right amount of cheese that I knew Eddie liked. Not long after the bacon started smelling amazing, Eddie sat up on the couch.
"Dear, God… I'm not sure this place has ever smelled better," he mumbled, getting off the couch and coming into the kitchen area.
My face held a smug grin as he ran his hand through his maim of hair. "I thought you'd like it," I said.
"Oh, yes." His hand reached out for the bacon I already had on a paper towel.
"No!" I said, swatting his hand away. "You can wait. I still have to do the toast."
"But, sissy," he whined, jutting his lip out. "Just one piece?"
I rolled my eyes. "Five minutes. You can wait that. Go… do something with that mess of hair," I laughed.
"You're cruel. And my hair is just fine. I'll just sit here and watch you. It'll make you uncomfortable, and you'll give in and let me have some," he said, sitting down at table at watching me.
"Uh-huh… that's not going to work," I said, putting the slices of bread in the toaster.
As I waited for the toast, I leaned against the counter and watched him watch me. He started me down, and I stared right back. When the first set of toast was done, I grabbed it out and put more in. I buttered the done pieces, and then went back to staring at Eddie.
"You're good at this," he said.
"I learned from the best."
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Carlisle said, coming into the kitchen area. He looked at us and laughed. "What the hell did I just walk in on?"
"Staring match… She's good," Eddie told him.
"You're not getting the bacon," I said.
"But I love you."
"And I love you, but you can wait."
"Oh, this bacon?" Carlisle asked, grabbing a piece off the plate. He put it in his mouth before I could stop him.
"You jerk!" I exclaimed.
"He got one, so get one!" Eddie called, snatching a piece of bacon off the plate.
The toast popped up. "You know what? Butter your own toast and make your own plates. I was going to do all of that for you, but do it yourself," I said. "Impatient meanies," I mumbled.
Eddie laughed. "Aww, we're not meanies. If anything, you should take it as a compliment. We couldn't wait to eat your food."
"Mmm-hmm, or maybe you're just hungry and could eat anything."
"Sissy, you know how I love your cooking. How about you sit down, and I'll make your plate first. I'll even finish the toast."
I smiled. "And do dishes?"
"Okay. Thank you, Eddie."
After breakfast, I sat and watched Eddie and Carlisle do all the dishes. I got a little kick out of it. Eddie never did dishes. In New York, he didn't even have dishes besides the usual pots, pans, and spatulas — which he only had for me. He used paper plates, plastic cups, and plastic silverware for everything. The guy hated doing the dishes — probably because he never had to. At home, I didn't have to do them, but I refused to let the maid clean up my mess. It wasn't right. Eddie didn't follow that same philosophy.
Eddie and I spent the day around Boston. We did a little shopping and sightseeing. It was just nice to spend the time with my big brother. We talked about his graduation, which was coming up quickly. My parents wouldn't miss it for the world. Any other event, they'd have no issues missing, but this was his medical school graduation. They took pride in that. Apparently, such an achievement made them look good as well.
"So in a few months I get to call you Dr. Masen, right? Dr. Eddie Masen," I giggled, wrapping my arm around Eddie's.
"It's Dr. Edward Masen. That nickname needs to be kept private."
"Uh-huh… I'm not going to have something monogrammed to say Eddie. I promise."
"I guess I should get something for Carlisle too, right?"
He sighed. "Carlisle isn't attending graduation. He has an amazing opportunity to go to Africa. He leaves after finals are over. He'll get his diploma when he gets back and starts his surgical residency."
So I wasn't going to be seeing Carlisle again at the graduation… That kinda sucked. But I guess he was doing what he wanted. Going to Africa did seem pretty cool.
"Yeah, I feel bad for this, but I wish he weren't going. I wanted to graduate with my best friend. But I understand that he has something better to do. It's truly an amazing opportunity."
"What's he doing in Africa?"
"He's volunteering at a clinic under a really amazing doctor."
"Wow, that is great."
He nodded. "I applied too, but I didn't get accepted. The guy chooses a handful of people each year. His biggest hope is to show the new graduates where they're really needed once they finish residency. He hopes seeing it up close will convince people to join him permanently someday."
"Do you think Carlisle will go back?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Carlisle wants to be a trauma surgeon. He'd be a big asset in the jungle."
"You don't want him to."
He shook his head. "No, because I'm selfish. Carlisle moves to the jungle, and I'll never see him again. We'll probably lose touch, and I'll lose my one true friend… Besides you, of course."
"You really didn't have many friends. I think you're kinda a loner," I said.
"You know I'm just kidding… kinda."
He laughed and pulled me into his side as we walked. "I love you."
"I love you too, Eddie."
Monday came too fast. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Eddie, but I had to. I said a quick goodbye to Carlisle before Eddie and I left for the airport. I wondered if I'd ever see Carlisle again. I hoped I would because he seemed like a great guy and a good friend for Eddie. Not to mention I had the biggest crush on him. Yeah, I knew he was five years older than me and probably wouldn't have looked twice if I wasn't his roommate's sister, but he was… special. He was nice and really sweet during my time in Boston. There was just something about him, and I didn't think it was just his good looks. But those certainly didn't hurt.
"Okay, you have everything, right?" Eddie asked.
"Yep. I'm good to go."
He pulled me into his arms. "I'm going to miss you, sissy. It was so great to have you here this weekend. Thank you for coming."
We pulled apart. "Thanks for having me. I had a great time… Even with the busted nose," I laughed.
"Yeah, sorry about that. It looks pretty good, though. I can't even tell."
"It's a touch swollen, but that'll go down quickly. Your eyes look fine."
"Hey, at least it wasn't broken."
I threw my arms back around his neck as tears filled my eyes. He just held me there.
"I love you, Es."
"I love you too, Eddie. I don't want to go home," I cried.
"Shh, I know. I don't want you to leave, either. But we'll see each other soon. Graduation is just around the corner. I'll even spend my break back in New York. How does that sound?"
I nodded in the crook of his neck. "Please?"
He pulled back and kissed my forehead. "You have to go. Don't want to miss your flight."
"I kinda do," I said, smiling sadly.
"Well, you can't. Call me when you get home, okay?"
"Bye, Eddie. I'm gonna miss you."
"And I'll miss you, too." He smiled. "Go."
I walked away with tears in my eyes. I looked back quickly and saw Eddie wiping his own cheeks. Like brother like sister, I suppose.
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I'm not sure when I'll start my next Carlisle and Esme story, but in the meantime, I have an Edward and Bella story that started in November. Check it out, along with my others. Thanks!