TeamEdward1918 wrote:FanMNM, that reminds me....
who_needs_fangs, a moment I remember finding really funny at not such a funny time, or "random hilarity" as you put it...was when Alice suggested Edward slap her in Italy I don't know why, it was a really tense scene, but I almost lost it the second time I read that, haha
~*teamswitzerland*~ wrote:oh yeah, and I already kind of posted this moment, but this definitely is my favourite random-moment-of-hilarity-in-the-middle-of-all-the-tension scene:
The Volturi have just made their decision to leave the Cullens and Renesmee alone, and they have all left now. It is all tense, and at this point, we expect everyone to start bursting out cheering and embracing, but this is the first thing that happens:
(Vladmir or Stefan, I forget which one): Of all the rotten luck!
and then later...
(Bella talks about how everyone starts making out with their mate and hugging everyone and celebrating, and then this: )
I looked over at the Romanian vampires. Vladmir scowled, and Stefan spit on the ground.
Vladmir and Stefan are hilarious!
fanMNM wrote:I also liked the part where Rosalie makes the dog dish for Jacob. I really liked the reluctant friendship you could see growing between Edward and Jacob in the scene where Jacob throws the dish and hits Rose in the head
maybeshescrazy wrote:I love how after that bit, when Edward arrives, even Charlie gets nervous.
It had gone quiet in the front room, and I wondered when Jacob would bolt. I smiled a grim smile,
imagining his discomfort.
“What happened?” Edward demanded, his voice going flat.
“I punched Jacob,” I admitted.
“Good,” Edward said bleakly. “Though I’m sorry you’re hurt.”
I laughed once, because he sounded as pleased as Charlie had.
“I wish I’d hurthim. ” I sighed in frustration. “I didn’t do any damage at all.”
“I can fix that,” he offered.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
There was a slight pause. “That doesn’t sound like you,” he said, wary now. “What did hedo ?”
“He kissed me,” I growled.
All I heard on the other end of the line was the sound of an engine accelerating.
In the other room, Charlie spoke again. “Maybe you ought to take off, Jake,” he suggested.
“I think I’ll hang out here, if you don’t mind.”
“Your funeral,” Charlie muttered.
“Is the dog still there?” Edward finally spoke again.
“I’m around the corner,” he said darkly, and the line disconnected.
As I hung up the phone, smiling, I heard the sound of his car racing down the street. The brakes
protested loudly as he slammed to a stop out front. I went to get the door.
“How’s your hand?” Charlie asked as I walked by. Charlie looked uncomfortable. Jacob lolled next to
him on the sofa, perfectly at ease.
I lifted the ice pack to show it off. “It’s swelling.”
“Maybe you should pick on people your own size,” Charlie suggested.
“Maybe,” I agreed. I walked on to open the door. Edward was waiting.
He kissed my hand softly. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised. And then he called, “Jacob,” his voice still
quiet and even.
“Now, now,” Charlie cautioned.
I heard Charlie heave himself off of the sofa. Jacob got to the hall first, and much more quietly, but
Charlie was not far behind him. Jacob’s expression was alert and eager.
“I don’t want any fighting, do you understand?” Charlie looked only at Edward when he spoke. “I can
go put my badge on if that makes my request more official.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Edward said in a restrained tone.
“Why don’t you arrest me, Dad?” I suggested. “I’m the one throwing punches.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to press charges, Jake?”
“No.” Jacob grinned, incorrigible. “I’ll take the trade any day.”
“Dad, don’t you have a baseball bat somewhere in your room? I want to borrow it for a minute.”
Charlie looked at me evenly. “Enough, Bella.”
“Let’s go have Carlisle look at your hand before you wind up in a jail cell,” Edward said. He put his arm
around me and pulled me toward the door.
“Fine,” I said, leaning against him. I wasn’t so angry anymore, now that Edward was with me. I felt
comforted, and my hand didn’t bother me as much.
We were walking down the sidewalk when I heard Charlie whispering anxiously behind me.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
“Give me a minute, Charlie,” Jacob answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
I looked back and Jacob was following us, stopping to close the door in Charlie’s surprised and uneasy
Edward ignored him at first, leading me to the car. He helped me inside, shut the door, and then turned
to face Jacob on the sidewalk.
I leaned anxiously through the open window. Charlie was visible in the house, peeking through the
drapes in the front room.
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