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Rescue Me	By : Marblez Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three.
"Morning all!" Alice sang cheerfully as she danced into the kitchen. A picture of wide-awake happiness. She got a nod from Edward and a grunt from Emmett, her adopted brothers. They'd been up till two in the morning writing last minute essays that they had conveniently forgotten to do. Rosalie, her adopted sister waved a good morning to her while blowing on the just painted nails of her other hand. "It's going to be a good day, I can feel it."
"Uh-huh," Emmett grumbled, "A history essay due in first thing, a biology test later and outdoor games. Look at the rain! It's pouring down!"
"You are such a negative person," Alice shook her head at him as she slipped into her usual seat, taking a sip of her orange juice. Esme, their wonderful foster mother put a plate of fresh toast, covered with strawberry jam before her, "Oh thank you Esme! My favourite, perfect start to the day."
"Your welcome dear," Esme said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Esme was a wonderful woman, a bit young to have four teenage children. But she and Carlisle, her husband, had tried countless times to have their own children and when the traditional methods failed they tried all the medical ones they could afford. Nothing had worked and Esme's heart had broken a little more each time. So in the end they decided that if they couldn't have children of their own they would adopt, take in some poor children that needed loving parents. Going to the children's home where they used to live had been horrible; Esme had wanted to take them all home with her, not just one. The woman in charge had obviously expected them to choose a baby or a toddler like most young coupes did. Instead they chose Edward, a shy little eleven-year-old boy who loved music. Six months later they had gone back and adopted a little girl, Esme wanted one of each. They'd chosen a little girl who was going to grow up to be a beautiful woman called Rosalie. She was a year older than Edward. The family moved a year later and Esme got that urge to adopt again, wanting to extend their family. This time they adopted Emmett, a strong boy from a troubled background who was the same age as Rosalie. Within days he had been head over heels in love with his 'sister'. And then a year after Emmett had joined the family Alice had been brought into Carlisle's emergency room with severe traumatic amnesia. She couldn't remember anything but her name, Mary Alice Brandon. She'd always preferred Alice. Her parents had never been found and the loving couple had adopted her too.
"I'm picking Bella up on the way so one of you three will have to drive the rest of you to school," Edward said quietly.
"No surprise there," Emmett muttered.
"I'll drive," Rosalie said calmly, "My cars the most practical in this weather. Emmett, can you put the top up for me?" Emmett would do anything for his girlfriend and got up from the breakfast table, kissing her lips once before going into the garage to put the top up on Rosalie's convertible.
"Why can't we take my car?" Alice asked, "We never take my car."
"Because your car only takes two people," Rosalie pointed out, "And there's three of us. I doubt Edward wants on of us there cramping his style when he picks Bella up." Alice nodded in acceptance but one day she was determined she would take her yellow 911 Turbo Porsche to school and turn heads. Not that they didn't turn heads in Rosalie's red convertible or Emmett's monster of a jeep. Only Edwards car was semi-normal, a sleek silver Volvo. And yes the Cullen children really did have an expensive car each, given to them as presents on their sixteenth birthdays. Alice's of course had been a guess as she couldn't remember and they had never found any of her records. It was lucky that Carlisle's job at the hospital paid so well and also that Esme, a professional Interior Designer was so sought after or they'd never have been able to afford the cars, their house and their lifestyle.
"I'm gonna be off, see you all at school," Edward said as he rose from the breakfast table, taking his cereal bowl over to the sink before he grabbed his heavy school bag and entered the garage. Minutes later they heard one of the automatic doors open slowly, Edwards engine roar into life and then the sound of him driving rather recklessly out of their garage.
As Alice ate her toast Rosalie disappeared upstairs to put her nail varnish away and check her appearance one last time. Rosalie was literally the most gorgeous girl in school and even though she knew this she wasn't as big headed about it as she could have been. Oh she was still big headed about her looks but she definitely could have been worse. Alice on the other hand couldn't care less, her hair was messy as every and her clothes didn't really match. Lot's of kids at Forks High called her weird and her nickname was 'the hippy pixie' in honour of her style and her height. She'd stopped growing not long after being adopted by the Cullens and was the smallest person in her year, hell she was smaller than the youngest person in Forks High.
"Where's my girl?" Emmett asked when he came in for his bag.
"Mirror check," Alice said, pointing to the ceiling. Emmett went to the bottom of the stairs and before anyone could tell him not to shouted very loudly,
"Babe! We gotta go!"
"Next time Emmett, go up and tell her please," Esme said as she cleared Rosalie and Emmett's breakfast things from the table. Alice scoffed the last piece of toast down and was washing it down with the last bit of her orange juice when Rosalie walked calmly down the stairs in her amazing high heels. Rosalie never wore flats except for in games and then it was designer trainers.
"Let's go midget," Emmett said, pulling Alice up from her chair. "We can't be late today. It's bad enough already."
"We won't be late," Alice scoffed at him but picked up her bag and followed them obediently into the garage, kissing Esme on the cheek on her way. Rosalie slipped into the drivers seat of the red Mercedes convertible, now with it's top up and Emmett climbed into the front passenger leaving Alice to climb in the back. Using the clicker thing on her key ring Rosalie opened the garage doors and then pulled out into the torrential down poor.
"It's really heave today, drive careful babe," Emmett said, his hand reaching over to brush Rosalie's blond hair away from her face in a loving gesture.
"I will. Don't you fear monkey man," Rosalie replied, taking their long drive at a sensible speed. Alice had always wondered where that nickname had come from and decided that now, as an almost comfortable silence settled over the three of them was a good time to ask,
"Why do you call him that?"
"Huh?" Rosalie asked as she pulled out onto the main road and headed into Forks, speeding up a little now that they were on a main road.
"Why do you call him Monkey Man? I mean he's not overly hairy and before you say something crude Emmett McCarthy Cullen I mean on your head and your arms," Alice pointed a finger at him as she leant forwards between the two front seats. Emmett laughed loudly and didn't stop as Rosalie answered,
"No it's not because of that," she said, "Remember when were fourteen and there was that great party that I really, really wanted to go to? The one the seniors were having?" Alice nodded. She remembered. "And remember how Carlisle said I couldn't go?" Another nod. Rosalie had screamed and sulked like any good teenage girl would. "Well Emmett snuck me out, carried me down the tree outside my widow on his back and we went to the party."
"You went?" Alice asked in surprise.
"Yeah, thanks to my monkey man and his climbing abilities," Rosalie said, rubbing Emmett's arm fondly.
"So…how was the party?" Alice asked.
"Oh it was good. We got a little bit tipsy and that's where we had our first kiss," Rosalie smiled broadly at the memory. Emmett nodded in agreement, his laugher stopping as her took Rosalie's little hand in his own big on. "What the…? Someone's out walking in this?" She was peering ahead of them and sure enough there was a solitary figure walking down the side of the road.
"He must be soaked," Alice said worriedly as they got closer, "Should we stop and give him a lift?"
"Alice, think of the upholstery," Rosalie said, nodding to the cream leather seats and matching cream carpets, all perfect without a spot of dirt, "No."
"But Rose I feel so guilty, we can't just drive past him," Alice said pleadingly, "The car can be cleaned can't it? What if he get's pneumonia walking in weather like this?" Alice asked.
"Then it's his own silly fault," Rosalie answered.
"Rose."
"Fine. But you're cleaning my car and if he turns out o be an axe murderer I'm hiding behind you as this was your idea," Rosalie told her, waiting until she had just passed the guy before indicating and pulling over. Alice opened her door and stuck her head out.
"Need a lift?" she asked before frowning, "I know you, you're in all my classes. Are you walking to school?" The guy, still walking towards them nodded, water shaking out of his drenched hair as he did so. "Jasper right? Get in, we'll give you a lift to school."
"But I'm soaked," he said quietly.
"Get in," Alice ordered, sliding over the back seat of the car so that he could get in without having to go round. He did so slowly, looking uncomfortable.
"Thank you," he said quietly, mostly to Rose.
"Thank her, she's the one who's agreed the clean the car," Rosalie said with a shrug as he shut the door. Then they were on there way again. Alice smiled as Jasper turned, probably to thank her but instead he just stopped and stared at her. She didn't mind as at that moment her mind shut down too as she gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen.

A/N There we are, The Cullen kids are in the story just like I planned them to be. So? What do you think?
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