Emmett And His Beauty
A/N: Hello, hello! This is the next installment about Emmett. And just so you guys know, in these little short stories, they're sleeping because they want to. They're doing all those stupid human rituals because they kind of miss what it was like to be human. At least in my stories. And plus I said it, so it obviously makes it true. Nyah~
Anyway, on with the story! And disclaimer, I don't own Twilight, and I am so glad that I don't.
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Emmett aroused from his unneeded sleep and stretched as the glowing sun poured through the windows. He got up from his bed to find that he was the only one home. Good, he though to himself.
He snuck into Rosalie's room and rummaged through her sink cabinet, searching for the one thing in the world that made him happier than cars. Finally he found it: the facial mask.
He knew he had flawless skin that required no maintenance, but he loved the facial mask anyway. The way it felt on his skin, the way it felt when he pulled it off. He grabbed the facial mask and raced back to his bathroom.
He squirted some gel onto his hand and began to rub it on his face. He smiled as he finished. Now I have to wait fifteen minutes. Then I can take it off. He squealed with giddiness and returned to his wife's room, grabbing her tabloid magazines. He returned to his room and pulled out his hidden Jonas Brothers CD. He put it into the stereo and sang "Burning Up" along with the brothers.
He flipped through Vogue, looking at all the models in their pretty clothes. Abruptly, a timer dinged. It was time to remove the facial mask.
Emmett stood before the mirror in the front hall, slowly peeling off the facial mask, savoring every moment of it. He laughed as the mask came off, leaving his face with a funny feeling.
Suddenly, a door opened. There was the whole Cullen family, standing in the door way holding shopping bags.
"Is that my facial mask?" Rosalie yelled. "And my Vogue?"
Emmett just stood there, grinning a sheepish shy.
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A/N: Ah, Emmett and his obsession with pretty. When will that boy learn?