The summer sun was hidden from view behind large gray clouds. Two teenage girls slipped on their sweatshirts as they walked along the forest path.
"Well, Bella was right, this place is miserable. Back home it's in the higher 70's." Emma mumbled to herself while brushing branches out of her way.
"Come on Emma, at least it's not raining." Just as Meg said that, raindrops began to hit the higher trees.
"Great job, Meg."
"Well, sorry. I'm the one usually complaining about the Washington's weather. But, then again, you are the pessimist." Meg said, leading the way down the trail.
"And cynic. At least we're having s'mores tonight." Emma instantly regretted saying that when Meg attacked her with a hug.
"Meg, off or no s'mores for you." Meg immediately let go.
"You know how I am with marshmallows!"
"Yeah, and anything related to Twilight." Emma teased, groaning as a smile spread across Meg's face.
"Wouldn't it be cool if the Cullen's were real?" Meg asked excitedly.
"Yes it would. But what about the bad vampires, like the Volturi and stuff?"
"Well, we wouldn't deliberately hunt them down or anything!" Meg said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She turned her head to look at Emma, which was a bad choice since she tripped over a large rock seconds later. She caught herself with her hands seconds before her face would've made contact with the dirt.
"Need some help up there Bella?" Emma teased after her laughter had died down. Meg's scowl was hidden behind the hair that had fallen in front of her face. Emma offered her a hand which she took as soon as she completed the small task of getting the hair out of her face.
"Two can play that game." Meg said playfully before yelling, "Hey Alice, Emma would love a four hour makeover!"
"You do know they aren't real." Emma said, wondering about the mental health of her friend.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Meg teased, fully doubting the existence of vampires. It was silent before a gust of wind caused Meg to pull her sweatshirt sleeves farther down. Meg spun around when she heard Emma squeal.
"Emma, where are you? This isn't funny!" Meg said, her voice shaking nervously after looking around for her friend for several minutes. She remembered the last thing she'd said after a few more minutes of searching, and sat down on a stump with a sigh.
"Just my luck! Their real and I won't even get to meet them!"
DISCOINFERNO
Alice carried Emma at dizzying speed through the woods until they reached a clearing where a large white house stood. Emma only stopped kicking when they walked through the front door.
"You do know Meg was only kidding about the four hour makeover, right?" Emma asked nervously. Alice only laughed, causing Emma to continue.
"I really should get back to Meg. She's almost as clumsy as Bella. She trips about every five minutes, especially out in the forest. She's probably freaking out that I'm gone too. Please, just put me down!" Emma pleaded as Alice ran upstairs to her enormous bathroom.
"Don't worry about her, I sent Edward to get her. He's going to be so mad." Alice said, setting Emma on the floor. Alice exited the room to go and retrieve the 'torture tools'. Slowly Emma edged toward the door but was stopped by Alice shouting, "Don't even think about it." And soon she was back with something dark blue in her hands and her trusty make-up bag, which was in a suit case.
"What are you going to do? What's that?" Emma asked, her eyes fixed on the dark blue object
"It's a dress, silly. You and Meg are going to be bridesmaids at the wedding." Alice said, while unzipping her suitcase.
"What wedding?"
"Edward and Bella's of course."
"Your not going to put me in that thing are you?"
"Not only that, but do a run though of your make-up and hair."
"Curse you Meg!" Emma yelled before Alice pushed her into the chair.
"Why is Edward going to be mad?"
"Because he thinks Meg is his wife-to-be."
"And you didn't mention Meg wasn't?"
"He never asked."
"You're my kind of girl."
"So let's get started."
Alice took a lock of Emma's hair and twirled it around the curling iron. Emma cringed, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she saw her hair curled and up in a style that reminded her of Hermione©.
"Nice, I actually think I like it." Emma said turning around in the mirror to get a good look.
"Now for the make-up." Alice said.
"Hang on don't go over board on the eyeliner and mascara, or I'll look Goth."
"You'll look perfect when I'm done." Alice was right. There was just the right amount of eye makeup and a light lip gloss and foundation.
"Wow, you really are good." Emma said after sitting with her mouth open in awe for a few minutes.
"Now for the dress, I guessed at the size so we might have to get it altered." Emma cautiously took the dress from Alice and went into the bathroom to change. It was 10 minutes before Alice heard anything from Emma.
"YOU STALKER!!" She came out of the bathroom, "How did you know my exact size?"
"I'm a good guesser. Oh, and my power helps a bit too." Alice said. "You look good."
"I think I actually like it." Emma said, looking down at herself. The dark blue dress fit her perfectly with spaghetti straps and a slightly full skirt. "So when does Meg's torture commence?"
"In about 10 minutes. OK, the rehearsal is on Saturday at 6. The wedding is on Sunday at 2 o'clock, be there at 12 or else."
"Or else what?" Emma said, and Alice flashed her sparkling teeth. "Oh."
"Ouch." Alice said, her eyes going out of focus for a second.
"What?"
"Meg just twisted her ankle." Alice said before braking into laughter.
"I hope you're not putting her in heels, she'll break her leg going down the aisle."
"Don't worry she's in flats."
"OK see you on Sunday."
"AND Saturday."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Emma said, changing into her normal clothes.
(A/N: At this time I, Emma, asked Meg what a gay vampire would be like. And meg gave me a disaproving gaze.)
"ALICE!" Someone shouted from downstairs.
"Sounds like Edward's home." Emma mumbled to herself, pulling on her shirt.
"Yes Eddiepuss?" Alice asked her eyes wide and innocent.
"What kind of sick joke is this? And why are their two human girls in our house?" He asked, appearing in the doorway with Meg still clinging to his neck from her spot on his back.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Meg announced, covering her mouth before jumping off Edwards back and running to the toilet.
"You're lucky she didn't puke all over you Eddiepuss." Emma said in a mocking tone.
"Alice, you have some explaining to do." Edward said, shaking Emma's comment with a glare.
"It's not my fault, you should have been more observant. You didn't have to kiss her."
"YOU WHAT?" Emma shouted.
"I can see why Bella likes you." Meg said from the bathroom.
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AN: Hope you guys like this! It's our first comedy and we're doing it together! If you want to check out some of our other work, our pennames are tunagirl and RealLifeBella530. Review please!
Emma and Meg (Dashing Young Lass and Hot Albino Chick; it will be explained later, don't ask.)