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Dream On spin off-my style!

Summary:
If you haven't read Charmingal's Dream On, (which you should ;D ) this won't make much sence, so go check out her brilliant readings too, ok? Basically, we've (we meaning me and a few other idiots/clever peoples alike) moved to the not-so-sunny town of Forks, and by the magic of fan-fiction have ended up finding the Vampires and Werewolves! This is my side of the story (Looney's view), hopefully with extra madness, weirder humour, and rib-cracking...although I don't take responsibility for any Doctor bills...


Notes:
you wanted to do this of your own free will you poor, poor person


13. XIII ~ I AM SPARTACUS!

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I had finally finished stuff Tolley mouth with food; and she had merrily skipped out of the door like she was almost a magnet to Jasper, when I brightened suddenly. Seeing as Edward had come to the door anyway; it had reminded me of the most important factor of why Tolley was leaving.

Tolley was off to Texas.

For a whole week or more.

That left a big empty house, several hormonal teens and some boyfriend vampires, and/or werewolves.

This was going to be fun.

I sprinted up the stairs, trying to not dislodge the paper-pit of doom and the whirlpool of paper cuts on my way.

I burst into my room, to see my smile slide off my face to be replaced with a frown.

Stupid vampire.

“What did I say before I left?” I asked him quickly.

“Not to mention the some young children’s TV shows?” he had turned around from picking up paper off my desk. The desk where all my-

“AWAY FROM THAT PAPER!” I stage whispered; seeing as Dodger and Lexhen were both still asleep.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

I ran to scoop up the paper to my chest. Damn it there was a lot of it all. I’d have to put it inside a folder or something. Then I almost shivered as I thought of me tidying-maybe Tolley’s craziness was rubbing off on me.

“There are things that you don’t need to see in this pile of paper if you don’t mind.” I told him, shoving them all into a random draw, hoping they weren’t creasing while I was at it.

“Like?” he followed me to the bed where I dropped back onto it, the dizzying wave of sleepiness getting to me. Ten o’clock was too early to do anything, especially on a weekend.

“Nothing that you should concern your gorgeous face about.” I told him, wrapping myself in the duvet. “Now undo that shirt and join me over here.” I waited for him to comply.

“What do I have to do to get you half-naked around here?” I asked him when he continued to perch on the edge of my bed. I peeled myself away from the covers, enough time to hang my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, relaxing at the sensation of his marble skin and marvelling at his smell. I could get used to this.

Slowly, even by my standards of getting up in the morning, I reached down and undid the top button of his shirt. He continued to stare at the draw, closed with all the mysteries inside it.

“If I let you look will you let me have my fun? Cause we have a whole day ahead of us with out any adults or any Tolleys to bother us. And I know exactly what I want to do with it all.” I grinned broadly, planning my day out, while rising from the sheets and pulling out the draw again. I pulled out a few pages and passed them to him, curling back up.

He studied each for a long time. Long enough for me to nearly fall asleep again that is.

Finally I felt the cold hands encage me against his chest again.

“Why are you so silent today?” I asked him, perplexed.

“You’re thoughts are more distant.”

“I’m sorry; come again?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“I can only hear your main thoughts. But most of them I can’t catch. It’s…confusing.”

I held my breath, finally letting it out in a long sigh. Maybe I could have fun with this?

Edward, take off your shirt now please, I told him firmly in my head.

“Nice try.”

“At what?” I asked innocently.

“Never mind.” I got up and stretched casually, noticing the way Edward’s eyes flickered to the line of stomach that was shown as the shirt rose upwards.

“Let’s get the ball rolling shall we?” I asked him. “LEXHEN, DODGER! I REQUEST YOUR IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE IN THE DINING ROOM IN 5 MINUTES!”

I then skipped out the room, not bothering to change out of the pyjamas.

I made it back downstairs, ignoring the mess on the frying pan which I had so recently created, or the fact that flour was taking up residence in most of the coffee-maker.

Edward continued to follow me down the stairs, but leant inside the doorway as I span around trying to find my trousers I had put in the wash. Before I could complete my sixth pin around the room, his cold arms snared around my waist.

“I don’t think they’re in the wash yet love.” He told me.

“You’re kidding me. They’re my only pair!” I cried, trying to turn back around. Maybe if I spun around seven times, they’d magically appear?

“I’m sure we could find something else.” He murmured in my ear, and I paused in time to hear my heart speed up like it was repeating that run yesterday.

I was just about to respond, when he leant down slowly, just about to kiss me and-

“SHEILD YOUR EYES! IT’S TOO MUCH FOR YOUR INNOCENT EYES TO SEE!” cried Dodger, appearing with Lexhen at the foot of the stairs; and snapped her hands over Lexhen’s eyes. I didn’t fail to notice that they were fully-dressed already; although Lexhen still had on her ‘sleepy head’ shirt.

“Sure. It’s so scary isn’t it Edward? But I have more pressing issues; with the fact that I need jeans; now!”

“Aww- look at her little-ickle pouting!” said Dodger.

“I would if you’d let me see at all.” Lexhen clawed at Dodger’s hands, and tried to walk her way into the kitchen blindly.

I hugged the fully clothed (insert growl here) Edward by my side and then dragged him to the laundry room; where my grass-stained jeans lay on top of the pile.

“I am going to kill something.” I muttered darkly. This meant only one thing.

“And what’s the one thing?” asked Edward from behind me. I scowled. I’d rather go around in my pyjamas than in a skirt. Maybe today would be my duvet day of the month?

“Stupid skirts.” I grumbled, walking swiftly from the room and dropping Edward’s hand as I reached for the washing powder for the washing machine. Might as well start the cycle now.

“Ew. This Coffee is terrible.” Lexhen tried to look down at her tongue, and the flour around her face.

“It has flour in it. What were you making Loon?” asked Dodger, sitting down and taking the last bite from her apple.

I continued to grumble, ignoring them both, even when Lexhen started to jump around like she was on hot coals when she had taken a boiling mouthful of tomato soup.

“Loon-what’s up?” Dodger looked concerned for a moment, and then discarded her apple core into the going-into-the-compost-bin.

“Stupid skirts.” I muttered again, walking up the stairs. I guessed that she must have shrugged to Lexhen and then the door shut behind her, no doubt she was going down to La Push again.

I stormed into my room and jumped over the bed to scoop up ‘the forbidden box’ which was for in-case of emergencies only. I flung out the giant woolly jumper, the bag in case mine split, and at the bottom, there lay a mountain of skirts. I scowled at them.

“What would it take for you to wear one of those?” asked Lexhen as she moved to the door frame, joined by Edward. It seemed Emmett had been upstairs too, as he moved to stand next to her, and evil grin over his face.

“I think I know.” His huge grin became even more pronounced.

“It’d take a whole lot more than that Emmett.” I told him sharply, ignoring the way he laughed.

“What about…” Lexhen started, obviously thinking hard.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” I told her, plunging my hands into the box and drawing out a leaf patterned skirt, with browns and greens, coupled with some sort of autumn orange.

“Well, we have the whole day…and if you were good, I was going to suggest a game of dares…” she hung the sentence out for me, my neck snapped up obediently. “But if you’re not going to wear it…come on Emmett.”

“If you can get everyone to play; I’ll wear the damn thing.” This stopped her from moving out of the room.

“Good girl. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to guitar hero.” She quickly ran up the stairs again, the paper Tolley had cleaned up yesterday magically sliding down the steps again.

“I hate you.” I glared at the skirt meaningfully.

“Why do you hate skirts?” I jumped, remembering Edward was still in my room.

“Because, there so…show-offy and when your in trousers, you can ride a motorbike with out the thing crawling up your-”

“Point taken.” He sighed heavily, exiting the room in time for me to change. Just to make sure, I put leggings on for good measure.

“Okay; I’m all good.” I walked out the room and sprinted down the stairs.

“What’s so interesting about dares then?” asked Edward, looking up from the board where we had put up next to the door. It was meant to show important dates, or any notes we needed to tell people when you were about to go out, but it consisted of a doodle of a stick man running around the edge and a note from Dodger from three days ago about needing more Crunchy Peanut Butter.

I grinned up at him.

“You’ll see. It’ll be great. So how long before I can gather more evidence to make sure everyone plays? For example, and embarrassing pictures lying about?” I could feel the slyness running off me.

“Emmett was thinking that he’d get them for us. He’s taken Lexhen back to our house instead.”

“So, does that mean we’re alone again?”

“Yes…” he looked away from me hastily. My shoulders automatically slumped, so I resolved to walk into the living room, where the TV stood, proud and tall against the wall. I ‘flumped’ into the chair, curling up and dragging the blanket from where it was stored under the sofas.

“Hmm.” I flicked through the channels, and became bored; leaving it on, what looked like, a cowboy film. It reminded me of when I acted like a child (or, rather when I was actually a child) and I used to watch any old-time films with my Dad.

Stupid moving to America.

It wasn’t like I had planned to be given a restricting order. I had wanted to travel where I wanted…Forks being in the top 10 places, but at least after I had finished school.

“So, why did you end up stalking him?”

“Actually it was two ‘hims’ that time. The other times were singles and-”

“I get the drift.” He told me, wrapping me around my waist to push me lightly down on the sofa so I was lying.

“You know, I am so glad Tolley is not here.” I whispered, running my hands through his hair enjoying the way that it felt so smooth running through my fingers.

I leaned towards him when-

“STICK ‘EM UP!” A gun shot echoed in the room and I flinched like I’d been hit with electricity. I didn’t get to far seeing as I had a vampire leaning over me, but I did manage to crush the remote under my elbow. The good thing; it shut up the TV. The bad thing; Lexhen was going to be angry when she couldn’t find it to watch any Jeremy O’ Kyle.

“I have a feeling that today’s going to be interesting.” I said, trying to find the remnants of the controller.

“I’m sure, love.” Edward leant down and kissed my nose quickly, making my heart do a summersault; and then he quickly rolled off me.

“Let’s go and make a disaster then.” I smiled evilly.