Alaska, 2005. Fight with Carlisle
Tensions had been building since the family had congregated in Alaska. It wasn't on purpose, everyone on the outside seemed fine. Maybe they were fine.
Except Alice. She felt this angry coiling in her back and stomach and even though she tried to keep it pushed down it didn't work. Jasper sent her furtive glances often, trying to weed out the problem, but the problem was...
well, she didn't know what the problem was.
And then she just snaps. She's folding clothes to keep her hands busy when she comes across some goddamn ascot of Carlisle's and she just...sort of loses it. Alice stomped up the stairs to find Carlisle and threw the ascot at him when she reached him.
"You have got to stop buying these." Any joking tone that would normally accompany this sentence was gone, leaving only cold annoyance.
Except Alice. She felt this angry coiling in her back and stomach and even though she tried to keep it pushed down it didn't work. Jasper sent her furtive glances often, trying to weed out the problem, but the problem was...
well, she didn't know what the problem was.
And then she just snaps. She's folding clothes to keep her hands busy when she comes across some goddamn ascot of Carlisle's and she just...sort of loses it. Alice stomped up the stairs to find Carlisle and threw the ascot at him when she reached him.
"You have got to stop buying these." Any joking tone that would normally accompany this sentence was gone, leaving only cold annoyance.