Wrong Address
“Just a forewarning, the author of the crackfic has neither read nor watched Twilight. Proceed with caution,” Edward says.
One day, there was a knock at the Cullen’s door for some reason.
“Oh hey! There’s a knock at the door!” Carlisle calls out.
“Who could it be? Bella, perhaps?” Edward suggests.
“I’ll go see!” Carlisle says.
The blonde-haired Vampire throws down his drinking cup he had for some reason. Quick as a flash, he makes his way to the door. Nobody is there, but there is a box.
“That’s not Bella, unless she shrunk,” Carlisle says with a chuckle.
The box is taken inside. However, something isn’t right. The address on the box is wrong.
“Ah, wrong address. Simple mistake,” Carlisle says, trying to mask his disappointment.
“Alright, let’s get this box to the correct house,” Edward says.
“Later,” Carlisle says.
“You don’t seem busy,” Edward points out. “If you won’t do it, I will.”
“Nah. Come on, let’s do Vampire things,” Carlisle suggests.
“Okay. Cullens Assemble!” Edward announces.
“Okay,” Carlisle says.
“Okay,” Edward says.
The Vampires go off to do Vampire things. The box remains on the counter. That mysterious box. What could be inside?
Later on…
“Oh, hey, I completely forgot about this box,” Carlisle says, noticing the box.
He inches closer. Again, he inches closer. Maybe one little peek wouldn’t hurt… Carlisle uses his doctor precision to remove the tape without damaging the tape.
Inside the box? A little note and a green cardigan sweater.
‘I bought you this cardigan because I heard you’re always cold. My apologies if it doesn’t fit or is not your style.’
“Hmmm, that is a nice cardigan,” Carlisle says. “I wonder how it feels…”
Despite not actually having been gifted to him, Carlisle tries on the cardigan. What do Vampires care about keeping warm? They’re literally living dead bodies. Regardless, Carlisle is now wearing the mysterious green cardigan.
“Wow, I love it!” Carlisle announces.
“Bruh,” Edward says, entering the room.
“Uhhh…” Carlisle says.
“I thought that package was for someone else?” Edward asks.
“Weeeellllll,” Carlisle says, grimacing.
“If you put it back now, nobody will know,” Edward suggests.
“I probably should, but… I like it,” Carlisle says. “I want to keep it.”
“No, dad, you can’t just-“
“HISSSSSSSSS!” Carlisle hisses, suddenly standing on the counter posed like an angry cat.
“Alright. Whatever. I don’t care,” Edward says and walks away muttering incoherently.
I haven't read Twilight too (the movies were so poor to me) but I know the characters and your humor style is really amusing :) Especially moment witha cat hiss ;)