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Okay, so I've called this story 'A Tear for a Laugh'. I don't know whether it's the right title but I really hope it is and that you like it.
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Chapter 1- Headless
Bella
"Emmet, where are you taking me?" I was beginning to feel quite uneasy about this, but Emmet's warm hands were still firmly covering my eyelids, as we walked up some kind of slope.
"Shhh, you'll see in a minute" he spoke in an unusually excited voice "you're going to love me for this". I really hoped he meant it.
It was about 9pm on a Sunday night when my best bud Emmet came rushing into my house wearing a white tank top with orange shorts, shouting "Fireeee- Fireee in the gardennnn". Before I had time to work out that he was obviously messing with my head, I was being swung over his shoulder and hauled out of the house screaming for him to put me down.
He laughed at my stupidness as soon as I was back on my two feet and took out the spare keys out of his pocket, ignoring my bewildered expression. Thank god mom and dad were out.
"Emmet wha- wait what do you think you're doing now?" But he continued locking my house door and then finally handed me my jacket, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. God help me. I was already hating this.
There would be no getting out of whatever it was, so I put on my jacket to cover my pink pyjama top and turned to give Emmet a frustrated look. "Now what?"
That was when he plastered his hands over my droopy eyes and we started walking. My pyjama pants and matching pink slippers were still visible to whomever we passed.
I tried a couple of times to bribe him into taking me back home, at least to get dressed into something a bit more suitable but all he said was "It suits the occasion". So was it some kind of sleep over?
Oh no. Nothing of the sort.
So here we were walking up the slope and then through a door which I could not see, when I started to here many different voices, all talking between themselves. I sniffed the air and then gritted my teeth, realising that we were in a restaurant.
Emmet forced me into a seat, removing his fingers from my eyes so that I could open them to see a couple of faces in every direction, turned towards me.
"Emmet" I squeaked furiously. This would be one of the most embarrassing days of my life, no doubt. Emmet chuckled and then to my surprise, turned for the exit.
I wasn't believing my eyes. He walked straight out without a backwards glance, but gave me the thumbs up sign as passed the window.
I was sat looking like a total scumbag, at a table on my own, in a restaurant I had never been to, with no money and pink slippers on my feet. Awesome.
I ran both hands through my tangled hair, my elbows leaning on the table, taking out a minute to sort out my thoughts before I planned on barging into my idiotic best friend's flat with a loaded shotgun.
I was about to leave my seat, when my eyes met with another pair of shiny turquoise eyes and sandy blond hair.
I recognized who the pretty boy was as soon as he laid his hands on the seat in front of me. How could I not?
Emmet had set me up ... with Jasper Hale.
"Hi, Izzi" he sat down, picking up the napkin and not moving his eyes from my face. Izzi? Nobody called me that.
I hoped he didn't expect an answer; I was utterly speechless. I felt like screaming. How could Emmet do this to me?
Jasper gave me a chance to think, by taking the menu in his hands and scanning it with enthusiasm. I exhaled, lightly.
What was I going to do now? It was all a big misunderstanding. Okay, so he was cute. But I didn't like him like that. What was Emmet thinking?
And then it hit me. It all began to make sense.
I thought back to lunch a couple of weeks ago. Emmet had not moved from one question. "So, Belle, who's the special boy? Come on, you must have your eyes on somebody". Even though I had told him time and time again that the person I had my 'eyes on' was no longer a part of my life, he wasn't having it. The next day he started throwing random names at me."It's Mike isn't it? No wait Dean?" "Oh, oh so it's Kevin?" "Wait, wait, I've got it, Tyler Rhodes right?"
"Shut it Emmet- there's no-one okay?" I would try acting aggressive so that he would drop it, but this was Emmet. Stubborn Emmet. Finally, I gave up.
We were having a bite together at Chicken Hut on the weekend with a couple of friends when he tried again "So what does he look like? Come on just a teeny tiny clue?" His smile reminded me of 'Krazy Klown' from a book I used to read as a child.
"He has blue eyes and blond hair", I lied, placing a chip in Emmet's mouth which he choked up, his eyes widening. For some reason he didn't speak after that; like he was deep in thought.
I smiled to myself, feeling victorious. I should have known Emmet was the kind of person to make a list of all the blue eyed blond haired boys in our school and surveyed each one of them until he had what he wanted.
Now I was in the most embarrassing situation. It was like Jasper hadn't noticed that I looked like I had just jumped out of bed; he must have just been being polite.
Since I just shrugged when the waiter came round and refused to speak, Jasper ordered a couple of things for me so that I had a selection. It was sweet of him, but would end up going to waste.
I desperately needed to sort myself out but if I nipped to the ladies, Jasper would realize I had dressed like I had lost my head. Him, on the other hand, was wearing a smart, black suit which actually made him look quite good-looking.
I was pretty sure he was going out with that attractive cheerleader Rosalie. So what was he doing here? Why would he have agreed to go out with a dull person like me? He probably regretted it now.
The food arrived just as Jasper spoke "Emmet told me a bit about you in football practice". I raised an eyebrow and took a sip of my lemonade.
"Is that so?" I asked, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
"Yeah, he said you're a part time model", he was looking at me eagerly, whilst playing with the peas on his plate. I tried to hide the amusement from my face. I knew Emmet would have told a couple of Porky pies.
"Hmmm, he's right. It's always been my dream to go into modelling" I didn't know how much longer I could keep the laughter inside.
He planted a strand of blond hair behind his ear "So do you do shows?"
"Yeah, all the time" I tried changing the subject when I remembered that I knew nothing about modelling "So how's football going? I see you've a lot of female admirers"
He chortled and started telling me about his last match against the Lions. I was quite impressed with how good he and Emmet were as a team.
All throughout the meal I was thinking about what a fool I looked. Emmet would pay for this. It would be easier if there was something he was ashamed of.
At the end I didn't know how to rise from my seat. Think Bella think.
Jasper had been waiting beside the table for me to stand up for about a couple of minutes now, whilst I pretended I was stuck. He thought I was a wierdo, I could tell.
Finally, he helped me out, which was the worst he could do. He saw my slippers first, his lips forming a grin.
"Erm- slumber party", I blurted out, my cheeks turning prawn cocktail.
"Sorry?" he looked slightly confused.
"I'm going to a slumber party. You know? Just thought it would be easier like this" I pointed to my pants. This was great. Now his full attention was on the clothes. And the excuse was the worst. Slumber party? After a night out? I was crazy. I think he knew that because he just fake smiled.
Before I could humiliate myself any more, I rushed past Jasper and said "Thanks- but gotta go- sorry I couldn't stay" Like he cared anyway.
He opened his mouth to speak but I was too fast. My slippers fell off so I picked them up and ran out of the restaurant bare-footed, a complete imitation of a headless chicken.
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