Greased Arches

A/N: Happy birthday to my darling shelikesthesound! This story is for her.

”Daddy, Uncle Em forgotted Sophie in the dugout again,” Sammy told me, ignoring how Emmett was trying to shush him.

“Hey, buddy. Did he? But you remembered her, right?”

“Of course, Daddy. She’s too little to drive a car, so we have to remember to bring her with us home.”

“That’s right.” I sighed and closed the hood on the blue Toyota I’d been working on all afternoon. “Did Uncle Emmett feed you?”

“Uncle Emmett is standing right here and very capable of answering questions,” Emmett said and dumped his sports bag on the floor before putting Sophie down. “Of course I fed them.”

“He gived us a candy bar but told us to tell you that it was a sammich,” Sammy supplied. “Mine had peanuts in it.”

A Christmas Theory

The entire population of Forks – all four thousand one hundred and seventy-six souls – had been wondering about the Cullen family ever since the day they'd rolled into town with their two large moving vans and bright, cheery smiles. No one in Forks ever wore bright, cheery smiles. Suspicion rose immediately.

Catch Up, Cullen!

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Blow My Mind

Blow My Mind

"A cappuccino, please," Edward requested when it was his turn to order. He was at the coffee shop he stopped at every morning. The line had been slightly longer today than most days, but he was confident that he would make it to work on time.

"Your usual. Aye, sir," the cheerful, young woman behind the counter replied.

Edward frowned. His usual? Just last month he had ordered regular black coffee one day. He didn't remember the reason for the break in his routine, and he hadn't liked it enough to order it again the next day, but it had been a cappuccino-free day. Surely she remembered that. He looked at the crammed coffee shop and sighed. Maybe not.

Edward Cullen had only done one thing that could be described as adventurous in the twenty-nine years he had been alive. And if he was being honest – which he usually was – it had been purely out of obligation that he had been adventurous, thus making it a moot point.