Hey, guys! I guess inspiration is on my brain! I wanted to make everyone happy because I'm happy too. I mean it. So, Again, I have these very short and little funny one-shots I'd like to share to the world! Let laughter fill the world!

I do not own Twilight.

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Narrator's POV

Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on the couch, across from Mrs. McCarty, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"My little Emmett finally got a decent girl." she mused in her soft, elderly voice.

Rose, who enjoyed her fiancé's discomfort, took the opportunity to harass him. "Oh, he brings many girls here?" and feigned a look that says "You're dead!" Emmett visibly cringed and looked down.

"Oh yes!" His mother exclaimed. "I think I have some pictures here."

Before Emmett had the chance to stop his mother, she was on her feet and was dusting off an old photo album. She may appear to be a good natured lady but inside…there was teasing and joking.

Oh no.

NO!

Emmett was screaming inside his head. Rosie wouldn't let me live this down!

"Hey, ma," he nervously coughed. "How 'bout we get somethin' to eat first?"

Again, Rose arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Why? We just ate, sweetie. And if you're really hungry, you can eat by yourself, I'll stay with mom here." Then, she threw him a sweet smile.

Mama McCarty was on her seat, watching this. She very much liked Rosalie Hale, she reminded her of her younger self. And the wicked sweet smile Rose was giving made plus points on her book. She knew that Rose could handle a guy.

Emmett hesitated but didn't move an inch out of his seat. It was safer to be here, he thought. Which was, of course, wrong? It didn't matter if he was there or not, because he couldn't stop the story from being told, anyway. It just affected the result a little if he was there only because Rose and her mother were going to see him get humiliated out of his wits.

"You can really go and eat, son." Her voice colored with elderly innocence.

"Nope, I'm alright." He shrugged.

Her mother turned on the page, as Rose and her mother ventured picture after picture of Emmett's childhood- they laughed and exchanged stories. Emmett would've died right there and then and the reason was because of humiliation. Such an honorable death. He thought.

Then, her mother stopped at one picture.

"Oh!" Mama McCarty exclaimed with an evil gleam in her eyes. "Look here, Rosalie."

"What? Where? " Rose focused her eyes at the picture her future-mother-in-law was pointing. It was picture when Emmett was a kid- about seven years old in estimation. Their whole family was there and they were all wearing black. They were in some sort of funeral.

Mrs. McCarty laughed heartily. "This is when his uncle died- though, he probably can't remember him now." Rosalie, despite being known from her poker face, couldn't help but to feel puzzled.

"Oh, I'm not laughing at his uncle-heavens no!" she assured. "It was what happened with Emmett."

Yes, Emmett was totally uncomfortable in his seat, shifting and moving. Like trying to find an escape in a dead end road. Rosalie meanwhile didn't bother to look at him.

"Oh, really?" she asked, curios. "What happened?"

"So, everyone was praying and grieving in our own way during the cremation. Everyone stood there, quiet. All our relatives stood in silence. Well, everybody was until, Emmett here, suddenly asked out of curiosity…

"Ma, Isn't it cooked yet?"

Why haven't I died yet? Emmett wanted to scream to the sky. Why?!

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Hahaha! Emmett is always fun to write about, ain't he? I just love him. Please check out my other works and my poll. Thanks so much and see you soon.

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