Disclaimer: Aloha to all, this time, I'm putting my disclaimer on BEFORE someone has to remind me! Yay! 10 points to me! Anyway, as much as I wish they were, none of the twilight characters belong to me, I just get to cheat and use them to create my own stories :)

BPOV

"This is useless!" I grumbled, standing up from my sitting place on my porch.

"Trying to count all the lights of the city again?" asked a deep voice.

My heart stopped for the few seconds it took to locate the person who had spoken to me, my best friend, Jasper Whitlock.

"Come on Bella, you know it's impossible to actually count all of those, there must be millions of lights." he said, smirking at my foolishness.

So what if I tried to count all the lights every night? I was getting closer to getting them all, I had gotten to 72 before I lost track and gave up tonight. I had a right to be proud!

"Zip it Jasper, at least I made it past seven, unlike someone I know...." I teased. He had tried counting them with me one night, but he kept losing his place after getting to seven and he gave up.

"Ouch Bella, my feelings," he said, gripping his chest dramatically, "I am now obligated to tickle you until you cry."

Oh no he won't! There's no way in heck he's doing that again. The last time he tickled me, my sides hurt for a week! No way! I was getting out of there!

"Jasper, don't you dare!" I said, backing up toward the door slowly," touch me and I'll.....I'll scream, I mean it Jasper, I will."

I was trying to sound serious and keep a straight face, but my voice shook, and I couldn't wipe the nervous smile off of my lips. He just kept coming towards me, I grabbed the door knob and turned it slowly, almost there...just a little bit....got it!

As soon as I turned the door knob, I spun around and dashed into my house. I ran like mad to get to my room; no way was I getting tortured to death by tickling! Uh-uh, not happening!

Just before I got to my door, I slipped on a rug in the hallway and went sprawling onto the floor. Darn my clumsiness! It just had to make itself known at this time....ugh.

"Bells, you okay?" Jasper asked, concern showing on his face.

"Don't worry so much Jazz, you know I fall at least three times a day, "I said, laughing at his worry-wart like qualities.

"Well, in that case......TICKLE TIME!" he yelled, picking me up and hoisting my over his shoulder. He walked back into the living room, me trying to convince him not to tickle me the whole time.

"Jasper, please! I didn't mean to tease you, I take it back! Don't tickle me! Please!" I begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't budge.

We got to the living room, and he threw me on the couch.

"Oh shi--OWW!" I screamed.

Jasper dug his fingers into my sides and started tickling. It hurt as much as it tickled! I tried to gather all the air I could, but all I could do was take short shallow breaths.

"Jas....per........s......top.....please.....I'm sorry......just........stop" I managed to gasp out between breaths.

I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, I could feel my fingertips going numb. Geeze Louise! When was this boy going to stop?!?

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, the door opened, and in walked Edward, my other friend.

"Ed.....Edward......help........please......cant breath......help" I tried yelling, but all that came out were squeaks and gasps.

Edward, being the noble hero he is, just stood there watching for a minute, and then started laughing! Jerk. He then proceeded to get a Mountain Dew from my fridge and sit on the couch across from where Jasper was torturing me.

My sides felt like they were splitting, and my lungs were on fire! My toes and fingers were getting all tingly, and I was struggling to breath.

Holly bajezzers! Was he ever going to stop this madness?!? It felt like he had been tickling me for days! I was no longer laughing, I was gasping for breath, my lungs aching with each gulp of air I forced into them. My whole body was numb and my vision was blurring. I was going to black out soon if he didn't stop!!

"Jazz…….sto…p….plea…….don't…..no more……can't…….see…." I managed to choke out.

Then everything went black.

JPOV

"What was that Bella? You want me to stop?" I teased, expecting a sassy answer.

When I didn't get one, I looked down and saw a motionless Bella with her eyes closed.

"Well, that's not supposed to happen," I said aloud.

That got Edwards attention and he rushed over to stand next to me.

"What did you do to her?!" He asked incredulously.

"I have no idea! I think she fainted," I said back.

"Hey fella's, what's up? Bells, you're looking a little pale, you alright? ………Bells?" boomed Emmet, just now arriving.

Wow, leave it to Emmet to come in at the worst possible time. How were we going to explain this to him without making him freak out. "Well you see Emmet, I was tickling her and she passed out." Yeah, that would probably end with me getting my face punched in. Oh well, he's gonna find out sooner or later.

"Okay Emmet, don't freak, but…" I started.

"Oh my gosh! You killed Bella!" Emmet yelled.

"No! Emmet, calm down, she just passes out, that's all," I tried to reassure him.

He pushed past Edward and I to see for himself. He put his ear near her mouth to see if he could hear her breathing and then grabbed her wrist to feel for a pulse. When he was satisfied that she wasn't dead, he shared his brilliant idea with us.

"Maybe we should slap her, it always works in the movies," whispered Emmet, almost as if he were afraid Bella would hear his idea, wake up, and kick his butt.

No doubt she would if she heard him, but it was still pretty funny to see a person as big as Emmet afraid of someone as small as Bella.

"Great idea Emmet, you try it, and I'll go in the kitchen, out of her reach so she can't murder me too," Edward said, trying to warn Emmet of the danger he would put himself in by doing that.

Emmet, paying no heed to Edwards warning, went to kneel beside Bella.

Edward and I hurried into the kitchen so we wouldn't be counted as accomplices. Just a few seconds after we were safely around the corner and in the kitchen, we heard "smack" followed by an "Ow!" from Bella.

Then there was a slight scuffle, a loud crash, and a cry of "Ouch Bella! Stop! I was just making sure you weren't dead!" from Emmet.

BPOV

I was having the best dream. I was at my house, watching Tomb Raider staring Angelina Jolie, because lets face it, she kicks butt, and Tomb Raider is the best movie out there. But that wasn't the best part, my company made it perfect.

I was lying on the couch leaning against Edward with my head resting on his chest. He smelled fresh, like the air smells right after a down pour or a thunder storm. He was rubbing his hands up and down my arms, and had his head resting on top of mine. This was heaven.

Slowly, he moved one hand to my cheek, and gently turned my head so we could make eye contact. He started to lean forward. Oh no! Okay Bella, get a hold of yourself, you can do this. Just relax and breathe.

I closed my eyes and waited for the kiss. He was taking an awfully long time, I was just about to open my eyes when I felt a sting on my cheek, like someone had pinched or slapped me. Ouch, that really hurt!

I opened my eyes to find Emmet looking at me with a goofy grin.

"It's okay guys! She's awake now," he yelled off toward the kitchen.

What the hell? I was having such a wonderful dream and he interrupted it! That boy was gonna pay big time.

I hurled myself at him, knocking him onto his back. I wasn't in control of myself right now, I started railing on him. My fists came into contact with his left shoulder multiple times before Edward and Jasper pulled me away.

"Whoa there tiger, I think he's learned his lesson," came Edwards voice. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders so he could restrain me while Jasper helped Emmet to his feet since I was still trying to attack him.

"Geeze Bells," grumbled Emmet,"one punch would have been enough; I didn't even slap you that hard!"

That stopped me, why did I get so mad? Normally one punch would have made us even and I would have been over it. What was the real reason behind my rage? The dream. I had been so real! I almost had my kiss, it was right there within reach. I could feel his lips against mine, taste Edwards's minty breath. I wanted that kiss so bad! I could never admit this though, so I just threw more anger at Emmet.

"Whatever dumb ass, don't do it again," I snapped, still peeved but calm.

Just as I said that, my parents walked into the front room. Perfect, just perfect.

"Isabella Marie Swan," came Renee's scolding voice, "we do not speak like that, especially to friends!"

"March yourself right to your room young lady," ordered my dad, "boys, its time to go home, we'll see you later when Isabella here has found her manners."

"Yes sir," they all agreed, waving their goodbyes and exiting the house.

I reluctantly started my journey down the hallway. Isn't it just my luck that my parents would choose to come in at that exact time? And they didn't even ask why? How fair was that? As I was reaching my room, I overheard the words "Bella, Grounded, Week, and car keys."

Right, that's just what I needed to top off my day. As if getting tickled to death, denied my kiss, and slapped wasn't enough. Now I was going to be grounded from my car for a week!

Computer, here I come, FML .com is getting a new entry.