Quinn O'Connell was the pretty girl in pink, the homecoming queen and all-around straight-A student. Most people saw her as uptight, narcissistic but most importantly... They saw her as a control freak with her perfect blonde hair and patronising sm...
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"You know, if you listen really closely. You can hear the books screaming for help, just begging to be tossed straight in the garbage."
"Emmett, don't you dare. Some of those books are hundreds of years old. Carlisle will have your head. There's only one thing Carlisle loves as much as he loves Quinn and that's books" Esme chastised, tapping him lightly on the top of the head and- being the overgrown child that he was- Emmett proceeded to fake cry, making the matriarch roll her eyes. Given the fact that Emmett, Quinn and Rosalie did not have school or work- Esme was giving them other things to do, in true motherly fashion. Quinn appreciated the distraction. Rosalie quickly found herself 'busy' working on her car which left Quinn and Emmett reorganising the vast Cullen library.
"I'm thinking, alphabetical but author and then alphabetical by title in the author category" Jack mused where he sat in one of the armchairs, staring at the many books stacked high above them. Esme was back off again to do some architectural drawings of the new house, leaving Jack as bored as the graduates.
"Sure whatever, Carlisle will be in here like a fascinated schoolgirl no matter how we organise it. Hate to break it to you Q, but your future hubby loves books more than he loves you," Emmett chuckled and Jack rolled his eyes, huffing as he stood and started to help Quinn pull books off the shelf.
"Whatever Em, at least I'm second best to inanimate objects" Quinn huffed and Emmett nodded in a 'that's true' motion. She didn't even fight the fact that Carlisle loved books. He couldn't live without them. They quickly came up with a process where Jack arranged the books by author, Emmett moved the author piles into alphabetical order and Quinn went through them, alphabetising the titles.
"So, you and mom, eh?" Emmett couldn't manage to keep himself quiet for longer than ten minutes and Jack merely sighed. "Should I start calling you dad?"
"What- No" Jack retorted in horror, ignoring Emmett's booming laugh.
"He calls need mom sometimes" Quinn mused absentmindedly as she arranged books. "It's not as bad as you'd think, preferable to Q-tips" Emmett chuckled rowdily to himself.
"I'll take your word for it, Chica" Jack returned, flipping through a particularly worn looking book in search of the authors name.
"So are you like... a real Spanish person?" Emmett questioned and Quinn felt the sudden urge to face palm.
"Yes, I am a real Spanish person.... what other type of Spanish person is there?" Jack scoffed.
"I don't know, didn't know if you were just faking the accent because chicks dig accents." Emmett shrugged.
"Emmett, sometimes I genuinely worry about you." Quinn laughed.
"Glad to hear of your concern Short-stuff" he winked and promptly picked up a stack of twenty books. Quinn felt herself cringe when they went falling to the floor with a clatter. "Ah, shit. Carlisle's gonna phone in a minute, I guarantee. Saying he's having heart palpitations or something over the harming of his precious books"
"Well you could at least try and keep them in one piece, mate. Some of them look ready to disintegrate just from touching them" Jack frowned in annoyance, picking up a book to indicate his point. "Think this one is older than me."
"How old actually are you?" Emmett encouraged again.
"Thirty seven"
"Not your appearance age, your age age" the bear man encouraged.
"Thirty seven" he answered again. "I was turned when I was twenty one. I'm actually quite offended that you think I look that old but I'll let it slide because you're an idiot."
"Charming, thanks Lad" Emmett nodded, not actually offended.
"You're very welcome, old man" he nodded with a smirk.
"How did you turn?" Quinn questioned softly, "if you don't mind me asking."
"No, not at all. It's nothing fancy. Just found myself in a car crash is all. I blame the Alaskan ice" he scoffed. "Carmen found me and turned me. I've been with them ever since, building up my self control."
"Good on your mate" Emmett nodded sincerely. "It's always nice to hear of a fellow veggie vamp. We're a dying race."
"You lot aren't very productive, are you?" Rosalie smirked, leaning in the doorway and they looked over at her from their various positions sat on the floor of the room.
"You can always help, Babe." Emmett whistled and she merely rolled her eyes and sashayed away once more, making him smirk.
"You two are strange," Jack informed.
"You get used to it." Quinn promised him, absentmindedly looking through a random book as if it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. "Carlisle has collected some interesting books."
"Don't go mentioning that to Carlisle while in civil company. That's like dirty talk to the Doc" Emmett beamed.
"You revolt me Emmett, truly. If I didn't think Esme would shout at me for it, I'd throw this book right at your stupid smirk" she beamed and he winked.
