This came to me while I was listening to the later mentioned song. I do not own any characters, settings, or creative genius.
No, jkjkjklololol, I heart your fucking makeup, oh my God, I love your hair! Is that a new tattoo, did that piercing fucking hurt? No, jkjkjklololo-
"Bella!" Emmett boomed after pulling the cord to the boom box Edward bought me. "What are you listening to?"
"A song," I answered innocently. I could feel my cheeks get hot, and knew I was blushing something fierce.
"What song?" he replied suspiciously. Even while scowling, he had a dimple in his cheek that made him look like a cute five-year old on steroids.
"The one with words," I answered hopefully.
"Oh, that one-" he switched emotions mid-sentence. "Yeah, funny. What song?"
"Fer Sure," I mumbled half-heartedly. No doubt Edward would be hearing about this. If he had expressed disapproval about the CD Phil gave me, he would no doubt be furious over my lack of taste in music.
"By who?" Emmett asked. His face was unreadable.
"Medic Droid."
He swooped down on the poor, unsuspecting radio and deftly pulled the CD out. After twirling it so it caught the light, he slipped it in the pocket of his cargoes.
He must have seen the confusion on my face, but all he said was, "Thank you."
He sprinted up the stairs. A few moments later, I heard a thumping beat and the opening lines of the song I'd been listening to.
Fer sure, maybe, fer sure, not. Fer sure, F, fer sure bomb.
"Emmett, what are you listening to?!"
Emmett is my favorite 3