Chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own, Twilight it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.A girl can dream but right?
Authors note: I got this random idea, while making dinner, with my sister, Love it hate it? review please.
Emmett was bored, very bored, he sat at the on lounge room floor, with his legs crossed, like a little school kid, trying to think of something to do, suddenly an idea came to mind, Carlisle was always talking about not using the kitchen, and Bella was human, he would make dinner for her!
Jumping to his feet, he skipped awkwardly into the kitchen, wondering what to make her. It then struck him, her name was Bella, she was obviously Italian, Spaghetti! He started searching through the cupboard for the can of spaghetti that he knew Esme had bought for Bella. Picking it up he ripped the lid off and poured it into a bowl, he then placed it in the microwave, and closed the door.
He stood for a few minutes studying the buttons, which one was for what? How could humans use these weird contraptions? Shaking his head, he pushed the blue button at the bottom, the machine beeped, making him jump, chuckling he pushed the pink one beside it, a 1 appeared on the small screen at the top, What did that mean? 1 second? It had to be, he pushed it again, 2, nah too short, he pushed it a few more times, until the number 6 appeared on the screen, satisfied he then pressed the start button,( he easily picked because it had start written on it) and waited. The microwave started, he stood watching, a satisfied smile on his face. After a while he was bored, waiting for it, he started to pace.
A few minutes later he stood watching the microwave, watching the plate go around and round. He was so distracted he jumped when a piece of spaghetti suddenly splattered on the microwave door, unsure what to do, he froze,
"Edward, some help please, the microwave thingy is chucking a full on spaz man, what do I do?" he thought. A few minutes later his brother appeared at the kitchen door Bella not far behind,
"Oh my god! Emmett, what the hell did you do?!" Bella demanded, sprinting towards the microwave she pushed the blue button and it stopped, a piece of spaghetti slid down the microwave door, leaving a mark.
Emmett stood watching the microwave, an innocent look on his face,
"Emmett, what were you trying to do?" Edward asked, Emmett shrugged,
"I was trying to make Bella dinner" he admitted, Bella bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling,
"That's sweet Emmett, but don't you think you should have asked someone for help?" she asked, trying very hard not to laugh, she didn't need to look at Edward to know he was trying very hard to keep a straight face as well.
Emmett shrugged again
"Maybe, I should have, but hey at least Carlisle can't complain that we never use the kitchen" he added with a great big smile. Making both Bella and Edward burst out laughing. Bella couldn't stand up she was laughing so hard. Bella slid down to the kitchen floor, leaving Emmett watching them, still smiling brightly.
A very random idea, Love? Hate? Good? bad? R&R please.