"I am surprised that Carlisle even had bell bottoms, much less ones to match that thing you are trying to pass off as a shirt," Emmett said as images of Carlisle getting down with his bad self popped into his head. Disturbing, I know. Unless you like Carlisle than you can thank me for the picture of carlsile dancing with pants so tight it probably would cut off his circulation. :)
Edward shook his head," One: I can see what your thinking and for all that is good and holy stop it now. Two: I thought you said that you were gonna dress up with me?"
"No, dear brother, I said I would go with you, not himuliate myself in front of everyone with you.(Edward glared at him.) But you can't turn back now, because you promised Bella." Emmett laughed his booming lauch as he ducked the shoe that Edward had just thrown at him. His grin froze when he heard the crash the show had made when it busted throught the wall behind him. Immediatly he and Edward ran out of the room. " We had better get out of here, before Esme gets wind of that."
"Good idea," Edward agreed, as he smoothly slid down the banister that lead down stairs. He landed softly on his feet, but hey! what did you expect? Edward never falls.
SO! what will happen? Will Edward ever find out why Bella suddenly loves to dance? Could his pants get any more tighter? You'll have to wait till the next pee in your pants causing chapter of Edward is a dirty dirty disco duck!
