This is particularly random. It's a series of one-shots, based on my mood. Like right now, this chapter will be humour. I'll try keep it light, but no promises. You can send me your quotes and a plot, I'll add it in this and give you credit! Taking requests! Woop woop.
Original Quote: There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.
My Quote: That light at the end of the tunnel? Yeah, that means your dead.
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Emmett glared, kicking rocks along the tunnels edge. "I just don't see why she's so pissed! I only painted our room yellow and purple. It didn't clash that bad!" He sighed to his friend.
Jasper ran a hand through his hair. "Troublesome.."
Emmett, unfazed by his friends lack of interest, continued his venting. "She can be such a.. a girl! You know, man? She's a tom boy at heart, she gets down and dirty, all the car oil and grease, and she freaks out over the color of our room!"
"Troublesome.."
"Note: OUR room! Don't I have a say in this?" Emmett continued, undeterred.
"You're saying alot-"
"I mean, it's totally unfair!" He cut off Jasper with his rants, kicking the poor unsuspecting stone into the wall of the tunnel. Creating an echo sound.
Jasper sighed, finally having enough of his friends bitching session.
"Look, Em. One day, if you look hard enough, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel." He wisely informed the bulkier man.
Emmett looked at him thankfully. He may have just had a massive bitching session, but he wasn't that girly to thank his friend. Pfft. Like that would happen.
A few moments of silence passed, Jasper smiled happily, thankful for the peace.
"Jasper!" Emmett pointed to the end of the tunnel, a goofy grin on his face. "I see the light at the end of the tunnel!"
Jasper followed the extended limb, eyes widening at this sight of bright lights.
"Fuck, that's not the light! It's a fucking train!" He yelled, Emmett's face fell.
"Oh, shit."