Bonding Time with Emmett

By: EdgarAllen

Hello! This is my second fanfiction for the awesomeness book Twilight! I really wanted to do soemthimg a little more interesting, but I'm hoping you'll enjoy this as much as I had typing it. Please correct me if I made any golfing mistakes; although I play, I don't really pay atttention to the score. My main focus is HITTING THE BALL. Hehe, well anyways I really need reviews or I won't post anything more.

A special thanks to my friend Amanda for rating it for me and pointing out some errors. I love you, hon.

Dislclaimer: Do I own these lovely, lovely characters? God I wish... But alas, all these scrumptous characters belong to the famous Stephenie Meyer, whom i adore for giving me somethign interesting to read.


"Bella, please. I'll only be gone for a few days. Besides, Rose and Emmett are staying back; they went hunting last night." Edward pleaded, looking irritated.

I sighed, not wanting him to feel upset for leaving me with Emmett and… Rosalie.

I had never understood why she had detested me so; I suppose it helped to know her story, but still… it was Rosalie.

"Fine, Edward. You need to go." I perceived, eyeing his black irises. "I'll do some bonding time with Emmett. It'll be fun."

Edward kissed me goodbye and zoomed out the door with Jasper and Alice trailing behind him.

"So, Bella. What'cha wanna do today? Rose agreed to let us have some 'bonding time' as you so nicely put it." Emmett asked as he bounded up behind me.

I shrugged. What could we do?

Suddenly, it came to me, what we could do.

It was almost too much fun.

"Hey Emmett? Have you ever been golfing before?"


"I dunno, Bella. How do we do this again?" Emmett asked for the thousandth time as we drove to a golfing range somewhere in a town around Seattle; I wasn't exactly sure where we were.

In fact, Emmett had found the course with much work on the computer. At first he asked if we could go to Scotland to play.

I had shaken my head vigorously. "Emmett," I had said. "It's not overcast in Scotland today- tons of people will be out on those courses."

So now we were driving in Emmett's jeep to a course called 'Sunny Skies.' I had to choke back the hysteria that threatened to burst at the name.

In that small town it was almost as overcast as Forks.

Almost.

Emmett pulled into the parking lot of the course. After we parked, we went into the building to get our cart key and cards to keep score on.

Finally, we had found Emmett and I two sets of clubs that worked best for us; Emmett wanted to buy some caddies, but we already had a cart.

We didn't need them.

At last we were to our first hole. Emmett grabbed his driver and stepped up to the ball.

"All I do is swing, right?" he asked. He hadn't played golf before, it seemed.

"Yeah. This hole is a par four; you have to try to make it in before five strokes or your score gets worse. But if you get it in at four it's a par."

"Anything below?" he asked patiently.

"Anything below could be a birdie, eagle, or a hole… in… one…" I replied, but Emmett had swung his club almost too hard.

I watched the ball soar into the sky. Emmett smiled.

"Are you sure you haven't played before? Or watch Tiger Woods, for that matter?" I asked, eying him suspiciously.

"Who's Tiger Woods?" he asked innocently.

"Never mind." I muttered and I swung my driver into the ground; my ball went flying, but nowhere near as far as Emmett's had.

Our game continued; once our first hole was coming to a close, I saw with much distaste that Emmett's ball had flown directly into the hole- without bouncing out.

I ended with a par, Emmett was leading.

Throughout the next few holes, Emmett continued to get hole in one's; he only got one eagle.

My entire score consisted of pars, with the exception of one over par for the eighth hole.

We played a nine hole game; Emmett won, by a landslide.

At last one o'clock came around; I pulled out a sandwich I had made for myself while Emmett had been finding a course.

It had bologna, American cheese and mayo on wheat bread. Emmett eyed it distastefully.

"That doesn't look very good. Is it really alright?" he asked.

I laughed; he sounded like Edward.

"It's pretty good, for a human anyway. So, it's your turn to pick out our next activity." I replied, smiling.

Emmett though for a moment, scratching his dark curls with sincere confusion.

"Hmmmm," he sounded. "Do you want to go hiking? Wait- nope, never mind. You'd fall. Let's see, we could… no. Maybe we could… no, that won't work either. I'm stumped Bella. Truly I am. Unless…" he said in excited tones.

"Unless…" I asked.

"Unless you want to go mess with people at the drivethru at McDonald's." Emmett suggested.


Well? Did it suck? How come? No, don't bloody critisize me! I don't give a care if you're asthma is working up, you don't yella at me!

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