A/N: I just had to write this. It's random and short, I know. It just had to do it. Haha. :]

"Emmett! You are not going to that baseball game!" Rosalie shouted.

"Rose, come on," he whined.

"I just want to give Newton what he deserves," Emmett demanded.

"Emmett, he doesn't deserve anything. You let him win that arm wrestling match. He owes you for not killing him."

"I just want to play some baseball with the kid! That's all! Can't I play a fun, wholesome game of baseball with my friend?!"

"Emmett," Rosalie sighed. "I've played baseball with you."

"And?" He asked.

Rosalie put her hand and on her forehead and sighed again. "Think about it. You won't be able to control yourself. The Volturi will be there before you even finish the game. This is Mike Newton. You don't need to prove anything to him."

"I've got him bragging about it to everyone at school! I can't take it anymore!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Emmett. Be reasonable. No."

"YES!" He yelled. "UGH!" Emmett snapped a huge tree in half. It formed a bridge across the river near the Cullen's house.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Edward screamed.

"Er, where'd you come from?" Emmett asked, biting his lip.

"What. Is. Going. On." He repeated.

"Well, I-" Emmett started.

"Emmett, spared Newton's life last week in an arm wresting game, and now he wants to prove his toughness once and for all and play a game of baseball with him and Crowley."

Edward laughed.

"It's not funny, Edward! This is serious!"

"Emmett, don't do it. It won't end well. Trust me. I know you."

Emmett folded his arms across his chest, sucked in a huge breath and said. "You don't know me at all."

A/N: Mwahaha. The end. So what do you think will happen next? Will Emmett take Mike's invitation and play a game of baseball with him? Oh, the questions.