I would just like to say that if any of this looks familer, it is because one of my firends (who shall be punshied ruthlessly) posted it on her account without asking me first....

DISCLAIMER:

I only own the plot and nothing else untill Frank comes in, and if I did own the Twilight sega, Edward and Bella would be dead right now....\

One last thing, this entire thing will be happening during the first book, and will only be untill Emmett goes to Egypt, and you will see why

Chapter 1:

Emmett and the Homicidal Potatoes

One day Emmett was taking a nap (and yes I know he can't take naps but I don't care because this is MY story…) and he started to toss and turn, and as he did this Edward started cracking up.

"Um, Edward, are you Okay?" Bella asked him when he finally stopped rolling on the floor with laughter.

"It's Emmett…. You should see…what he is. …Dreaming about…" He said in between giggle fits.

"Wait, dreaming? But vampires can't sleep…."

"Hmmmm, beets me, so what is happening Edward?" Carlisle asked.

INSIDE THE HEAD OF EMMETT CULLEN

(Emmett POV)

I was running…but from what I didn't know…

I suddenly turned around and saw that some potatoes were fallowing me with a gun…And I did what most people in the world would do when they saw an inanimate object running after them with a gun, I screamed…Then I remembered I was a vampire and couldn't be killed with a gun, so I stopped running. Now that was a BIG mistake, because as soon as I stopped running, I was getting shot at, and random potatoes were being thrown at me… Let me tell you, even if you are a vampire it is still not pleasant be shot with, like, 20 bullets at a time, and hard potatoes at the same time…

Suddenly I was awake, and all of my family members were laughing at me…Edward, I thought knowing that he told them about my dream…wait, to dream I had to have been asleep, but wasn't it impossible for vampires to sleep?

"Well apparently you are the acceptation to that rule Emmett," Edward said, answering my unspoken question.

"It is strange that you could sleep, even if for that short amount of time" Carlisle said, as if knowing what I had thought.

The rest of my family just looked at me and shook their heads saying stuff like "Oh, Emmett," or haven't finished giggling yet. Rosalie was just staring at me like I was some kind of moron.

"WHAT?" I asked/yelled.

"Come on Emmett," she said as she left the house heading for the garage.

"Where are we going?"

"To find you a therapist."