Author's Note: This is pre-Bella. Borderline M. Sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes. I pumped this out in a half hour! Enjoy, my little children, enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. The storyline does, though. Stephenie Meyer could never be that kinky!
Backseat Revelations
Where are Emmett and Rosalie? Jasper thought. I snapped my head up, looking for him across the parking lot. He was to the east of me, exactly 135.4 feet away. I shrugged in response. I usually passed them on the way to 10th grade biology, which was the last class of the day for me.
Do you think they ditched? Jasper thought while he was walking towards AP Physics. I shook my head no. They hadn't been talking about ditching school at all during lunch. They were just doing the usual, cooing into each other's ear. It was kind of romantic, but just to gooey for me. It was times like those when I was glad not to have a mate.
Well, they're probably just on the football field again, doing God-knows-what. See you in 54 minutes. Jasper thought before going into the building. Alice was then on the left of me, humming silently.
Have you seen Rosalie and Emmett? Oh wait, And then both of us saw Alice's vision. Rosalie, scantily clad, in the backseat of the brand new electric blue Porsche we bought. She was leaning over Emmett, unbuttoning his shirt buttons.
Oh, that's just gross, and in the new Porsche, too! Alice winced, and then she began trying to clear the mental image of them by thinking of horrible fashion disasters.
Gwyneth Paltrow at the 2002 Oscars, ew! See-through purple dress! SEE THROUGH! Geena Davis at the 1992 Oscars! No, no, no! And her thoughts became more and more frantic.
These visions are burned into my mind! Alice thought, the culprits must be punished!
And then I did what I thought I would never do. I concentrated on people's thoughts, trying to find the distinct sound of Rosalie and Emmett's lovemaking.
Ohh, Emmett, more!
Alice noticed my change in direction of walking, and she followed with me. We still had two minutes until the bell, and we had some business to attend to.
We walked too fast, but nobody cared. People were still talking about how Jessica Stanley went 'all the way' with Tyler Crowley. I sighed in disgust.
I walked swiftly to the slightly shaking Porsche.
Thank God for tinted windows. Alice thought before delicately knocking on the window. There was a grunt, humph, moan, and then another grunt.
And then it was silent.
"Emmett? Rosalie?" I said, as quietly as possible.
"Busy." Emmett said, just loud enough for us to hear.
Oh Rose, the things you do to me…
This calls for severe action, thought Alice.
"I will tell Esme." She said, smirking. The moans from the car stopped.
"What? Alice!" It was Rosalie talking now. I could hear her looking for her clothes.
"We have about thirty seconds until the bell rings. If you, Emmett, aren't in AP Physics, and if you, Rosalie, aren't in Clothing and Housing by then, well, Esme will find out. And you know how much Esme likes to make you clean her antiques." Alice smirked her little devilish smile.
"You play dirty." Emmett said, coming out of the car.
"17 seconds." I said. I rushed to Biology with Alice, and we both were in our seats, with ten seconds to spare.
"You're still going to tell Esme, aren't you?" I asked quietly. She laughed a little.
Oh, of course!
"You know what this means, though, right?" I asked, getting my Biology book out. We both thought of the same thing.
New car shopping!
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