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Twilight: The new friend.	By : Solaris Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Here's the next chapter to the story. I hope you like it.

Chapter Five.

A figure sat at his computer desk typing away on his keyboard talking to his friends in the chat room when a new handle showed up. He smiled at the name. He quickly typed a greeting to the newcomer. “Welcome to our nightly chat, Night Owl.”
“Thanks, Chicago Gentleman,” Night Owl typed in.
“Everyone, Night Owl is my sister-in-spirit so behave around her.” Typed in FL Horsewoman.
Everyone started to type in something bad about her being a slave driver and stuff like that. Even Night Owl typed in something too and then did a LOL.
Soon, the conversations moved from introductions to the newcomer and started to discuss the topic at hand, the uncontrolled behavior of kids these days compared to the 80’s.
Night Owl: “Kids should have a strict understanding of how to behave in public from the moment that they are two years old on up to eighteen years of age.”
Southern Gentleman: “Why, Night Owl?”
Night Owl: “Because you can forgive a two-year-old till they are about four-years-old for their behavior as they have short attention span and shouldn’t be dragged out for an all day shopping adventure at the mall without some problems. A five-year-old to nine-year-old would by that time know how to behave like an adult in public, with minor outbursts.”
FL Horsewoman: “Or in other words, minor temper tantrums?”
Night Owl: “Exactly. Children are supposed to be seen, not heard.”
Sugar pixie: “But what caused the parents to drop what they had been taught by their parents?”
Night Owl: “From what I know this child expert went on TV stating that the parents should let their kids express their free will as punishing them only hurts their ego, which is a bunch of fucking baloney! Hurt their egos? For what, getting punished for what they did wrong? What a way to let the kids controls everything that the parents want to do without getting punished! The kids now rule the house and whatever the parents want to do outside of the house as in go to a restaurant. Their child ends up having the final say instead of the parents. Instead of telling the child that they are going to this restaurant and if they don’t like it they can sit in the restaurant and be silent, they let them override their decision.”
Sugar pixie: “But doesn’t the parents be able to punish them for the scene?”
FL Horsewoman: “Nope! And whooping their butts in public will cause you to be arrested for child abuse now.”
Night Owl: “That is one thing I want ousted from the minds of the public.”
Sugar pixie: “Why?”
Night Owl: “Well, the child must have deserved the spanking and he was getting punished with a spanking. People are now going overboard in protecting the children and forgetting to let them learn how to behave like a proper child should and let them waste their excess energy that they have in their system by playing games that make them run around for about an hours time. They take away the games that would make them waste their energies like dodge ball, just because the ball could hurt them. If they really want to remove something that could hurt them seriously they should take away baseball and basketball.”
FL Horsewoman: “Oh, that would outrage the parents if baseball and basketball were banned.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Baseball is one of my family’s favorite games to play. We would never let them take that away from us.”
Night Owl: We’re not fond of baseball but on occasion, we can do really well at it.”
Tennessee man: “You play the game, Night Owl?”
Night Owl: “Yeah, but I’m not the best player with my family. I don’t hit that hard.”
Mr. Sweetheart: “My brothers can hit the ball really hard. But we love our game that we play. I think we would go into a blood lust if they banned baseball.”
Night Owl: “Blood lust?”
Chicago Gentleman slaps Mr. Sweetheart. Tennessee man kicks Mr. Sweetheart. Southern woman glares at Mr. Sweetheart. Sugar pixie says no me time tonight.
FL Horsewoman: “Uh oh, looks like Mr. Sweetheart will be using his right hand tonight!”
Mr. Sweetheart slaps his head on the table: “I deserve that.”
Night Owl: “You sure did. But truthfully, I hope if they do state that the school kids cannot play baseball anymore, the parents will rise up in protest.”
FL Horsewoman: “Like they should have not done with them pulling dodge ball from the PE classes. That was a very good game, the balls were not overly hard like the basketball is and on top of that, you get to become very good at eye hand coordination which would be put to good use later on in life.”
Night Owl: “But the kids complained that the popular kids would go after the unpopular ones with the balls and aim for the head instead of the lower body.”
FL Horsewoman: “And the parents complained so much which got the school to remove dodge ball from the activities that their kids could play in gym class.”
Southern woman: “That is inconsiderate of the parents to do that. Why would they do that?”
Night Owl: “Sis, you have nephews. Why would they do that?”
FL Horsewoman: “Because the popular kids targeting the unpopular ones to get hit first. When in fact it is the way the game is played, if you don’t move fast enough . . . you will get hit and ousted from the game.”
Sugar pixie: “That sounds like a good game to play. What type of ball do we use?”

FL Horsewoman: “It is a reddish ball about ten inches around and somewhat firm and yet soft. Let me see if I can find you a photo of a dodge ball.”
FL Horsewoman goes into search mode.
Tennessee man: “Will she be back?”
Night Owl: “She will, she’s hunting down a picture to show you, since it sounds like you didn’t see a dodge ball before, Tennessee man.”
Southern woman: “She got you there, Tennessee man.”
FL Horsewoman returns from search mode.
FL Horsewoman: “I found it! Here it is: http://www.ssww.com/store/product/sku=W4842/cmc=BRWSSPFBALDGE/grp=SPF/sbgrp=BAL/ln=DGE/sort=sales/va=1/ , that’s a dodge ball.”
Tennessee man looks at URL: “How does one play . . . dodge ball?”
FL Horsewoman: “You know the game better, sis, you tell them.”
Night Owl looked shocked that she was asked.
Sugar pixie: “Please tell us how to play the game? It sounds like fun.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Fun? Define fun, pixie?”
Sugar pixie: “Hey, it can be another game we can do with the family! I’m sure dad will enjoy it.”
Mr. Sweetheart: “It would give us an excuse to play a game during one of the cloudy days.”
Night Owl: “Cloudy days?”
Mr. Sweetheart: “Yeah, we happen to like cloudy days a lot. The temperature is cooler when the sun is not shining so brightly.”
Night Owl: “That is true, the temp is cooler when the sun is not shining and plus I like the cloudiness of the day when it is cloudy. I can be outside instead of hiding away.”
Tennessee man: “Why is that?”
Night Owl: “I tend to burn when I’m in the sun too much or for too long.”
Tennessee man: “Oh, so will you tell us the rules of the game?”
Night Owl: “Sure, you need about ten players five on each side.”
Mr. Sweetheart: “Dang, we only have seven family members.”
Night Owl: “Oh then in that case three on each team and one can be referee.”
Sugar pixie: “Anything else?”
Night Owl: “You cannot hit above the waist, if you do you are out. Anything below the waist is fair game and if you catch the ball, the thrower is out of the game till one is left standing who would be the winner of that round.”
Chicago Gentleman: “How many rounds can you play, Night Owl?”
Night Owl: “Ten rounds. Each round is worth two points.”
Chicago Gentleman: “I think I’ll go buy the balls and I’ll get my family involved in this.”
Tennessee man: “Too late, bro. I did it. They should be here in two days.”
Chicago Gentleman growled: “Be thankful that there are ladies here, Tennessee man or you be cussed out.”
FL Horsewoman: “Oh go ahead and fucking cuss him out, Chicago, it’s not like we heard it before!”
Night Owl: “You should see me and my older brother go at it. You would think two sailors were ripping into each other with the amount of cussing we do.”
Sugar pixie: “So, Night Owl, what do you do during the day?”
Night Owl: “As of now, I’m one of two dispatchers for a police station here in Washington and on occasion a bodyguard.”
Sugar pixie: “Gotta go! Bye!”
Sugar pixie logged off. Mr. Sweetheart logged off. Tennessee man logged off. Southern woman logged off.
Night Owl: “Did I say something that offended her?”
Chicago Gentleman: “No, she’s like that a lot.”
Night Owl: “Oh, I thought I said something wrong.”
FL Horsewoman: “You didn’t sis, she does this a lot. It must mean that her husband has won her over again and they’re in bed making out. Which tells me I too best head off for bed. Night sis.”
Night Owl: “Night sis. Talk to you later.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Good night, Rhonda.”
FL Horsewoman logged off
Chicago Gentleman: “Care to go private with me?”
Night Owl: “We are alone here.”
Chicago Gentleman: “For the time being.”
Night Owl: “If someone comes in, then we move to private.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Fair enough. So what do you really do beyond being a dispatcher to the police in your city?”
Night Owl: “Beyond being that, I’m a bodyguard for some Italian millionaires who visit the states once every so often.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Do they come often?”
Night Owl: “Maybe once every other month give or take a week.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Will they be coming out?”
Night Owl: “Not sure, I had to call them off yesterday when they called.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Why was that?”
Night Owl: “I got knocked down to the floor of my barn by one of my neighbor’s son Emmett. Pure accident but it gave me a concussion.”
Chicago Gentleman: “He did? Did you go to the hospital?”
Night Owl: “No, my friends’ dad is a doctor and he came to my place and tended to me. Had one of his daughters stay the night with me.”
Chicago Gentleman: “Why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
Night Owl: “Me and hospitals do not mix. It raises questions about me.”
Chicago Gentleman and Night Owl chatted for several more hours talking about everything and anything, till CG noticed the time on his clock.
Chicago Gentleman: “I hate to burst our time chatting but it is four in the morning. I kept you up.”
Night Owl: “Nah, I usually go off to bed around this time to get up around seven in the morning. But I should really go to bed. Will you be on again?”
Chicago Gentleman: “Yes, I’ll be on tonight. Good night and sleep well.”
Night Owl: “I will. Night Chicago Gentleman.”
Night Owl logged off.
Chicago Gentleman logged off. He shut down his computer and went to his window. He knew who Night Owl was but he knew she didn’t know that was him. He had learned a bit more about her and she still intrigued him to want to learn more. He stepped from his room to see Jasper standing there in his red boxers.
“You found someone you like, don’t you, Edward?” Jasper smirked.
“Yes and you remember what you said to Tamia?”
“What did I say to her?” asked Jasper.
“How you would like to see her stay up till four in the morning?”
“Yeah,”
“I just spent the night with her.” Edward replied.
“YOU ARE JOKING!” Jasper yelled. Edward shook his head. “NO WAY!”
“I did but it was online. She has no idea that it is me that she chatted with almost all night long.” Edward said. “And you brought my dad out of his room.”
Jasper looked over to Carlisle who stood there with his night jacket on. “Sorry, Carlisle.” He turned to Edward and shoved him back into his room. “Tell me everything.”
For the next several minutes, Jasper stood there listening to what Edward spoke about. Jasper was surprised that Edward had actively chatted with another human like that. He wondered if Edward was now getting over Bella after three years of not being around her. “Edward, does this mean . . ?”
“Yeah, I’ve been over her for years. I’m just moving on with my life. She has with Jacob.” Edward replied, as he sat down on his couch.
“Going to start dating Tamia?” Jasper asked.
“Not sure as of yet. I’m going to take it slow.”
“Don’t take it too slow, Edward. She’s human, remember.” Jasper said, as he walked out of Edward’s room back to his own. He looked at Alice lying in bed. “Edward is possibly back being in love with another human.”
Alice closed her eyes and then opened them. “That is possible but even I cannot tell.”
“I hope he finds the one soon.” Jasper replied, as he sat down on the bed looking towards the window.
Esme sat up further as Carlisle stepped back into the room. “What was that all about?”
“Looks like Edward found someone of interest.” Carlisle stated, as he walked back to the bed and sat down picking up the medical journal that he was reading.
“That’s good to know. He deserves some serious happiness.” Esme replied. “With how Bella betrayed him like that with Jacob Black.”
“If it wasn’t due to the treaty, I think Edward probably would have gone onto their lands and rip his head off and probably kill Bella at the same time.” Carlisle glanced at the door then back to his book.
“He held himself back, that is a good thing right?” Esme asked.
“Yes. Jacob Black probably expected a fight coming from him over her.” Carlisle stated.
“But Edward walked away leaving them both stunned. Bella tried to get him to return but he refused her calls and her attempts at getting back into his life.”
“He basically told her in no certain terms that she was no longer welcomed to call him or visit her. But when he looked at Jacob, he told him that he could have her but be aware that she may end up cheating on him as well and walked away from them both without a look back. I think Jacob knew how close he was to being killed by my son, I think he realized that Edward was abiding by the treaty.” Carlisle replied.
“And after a month, Jacob got her to drop her obsession with Edward when he took her away on that camping trip and told her to drop it.”
“And whatever he told her, it worked as she stopped trying to come here and call him.” Carlisle said, as he looked over at her.
“Yes, a very good thing. If she kept coming . . . I think Edward would have returned to Alaska to stay till she outgrew her attraction to him.” Esme informed him. “But I think I know who he is involved with. She could be good for him.”
Carlisle looked over at her as he pulled off his reading glass. “It is not our place to pry into his private life nor try to force him to hook up with a vampire or otherwise.”
“Well, she’s human, Carlisle.” Esme replied. “He’s vampire.”
Carlisle glanced over at her. “Unless he asks her to become like us . . . that is.”
Esme just looked shocked at her mate, it was not something that he normally would suggest at all.

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