Hi.
Sorry in advance for the long A/N here.
I want to apologise to everyone for being away for so long. Things in my real life changed quite drastically after my 3rd son was born and I fell away from the fandom. I've just started dipping my toes back in and I've been writing plenty too. This is a little something new for you all. It's actually a mashup of two stories I've been working on so if I ever get brave enough, I might just post the first. I'm hoping that by posting this one now, it will inspire me to keep reading and writing.
Readers of TP&TP, you'll be happy to know I've been working on it just recently. I want to have far more of it pre-written before I begin posting again, so as to avoid letting you down anymore. Thank you for sticking with it.
This story will post every other week to allow me time to write and study too.
Thanks for reading and Happy New Year to you all.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Bella?" Emmett asked for the third time in less than an hour.
"Of course I am, Em. Honestly, do you really expect anyone to recognise me?" Bella turned away from the mirror to face her best friend. "Now, is this straight?" She pointed to the blonde wig, now covering her own dark hair.
"Just about." Emmett gave the wig one final tug to straighten it out before he turned her back to face the mirror once more.
Bella nodded her head in agreement before she took her makeup and began to apply it, much more heavily than she usually would.
Emmett had to hand it to her. She was right. She usually was, but this time, he hadn't been so sure of the outcome of this insane plan. The wig, casual clothing and heavy makeup had completely transformed his best friend into someone almost unrecognisable. Nobody in the building would recognise her and that was exactly what Bella was aiming for.
With a final look over her own reflection, Bella snapped her compact shut and then turned to him.
"Seriously, you're wearing that?" she tsked.
"What's wrong with this? It's Armani," he defended, pulling at his jacket.
"That's exactly what's wrong with it. The whole point is to blend into the crowd. How the hell am I supposed to do that if you're walking around dressed like you belong on the set of Men In Black? Go and change into some jeans and a t-shirt. And hurry up."
Emmett sighed to himself before grabbing his suitcase from the floor and heading into the bathroom.
"Yes, Ma'am." He chuckled to himself just as he closed the door. He could hear Bella's shouts of, "and don't call me that," as he stripped out of his jacket, shirt and tie.
When Emmett finally emerged from the bathroom, looking somewhat normal, it was to find Bella sat on the bed, reading something off her phone. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and absentmindedly scratched at her head.
"How do people wear these things? It's already agitating my scalp and I've not even had it on an hour."
"Well, I did pick it up at a cheap costume shop in town. If you're ever planning to do this again, maybe think about investing in a real wig." Emmett's tone was light, but the look that crossed Bella's face made him groan. "Please tell me you're not thinking of doing this again."
"I don't know yet, Emmett. We've already missed the first day, let's see how this one goes before we talk about the next one. Now, are you ready? I still need to meet Dave and go over the details for this weekend."
"Ready as I'll ever be." Emmett forced a smile as he pulled open the hotel room door for Bella to leave through.
Huge thanks go to Dooba and Duckie for their inspiration and their encouragement.
