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Authors note: Read my story Emmett's Diary to see how this came about
I found myself sitting in a dark room; I had no idea where I was. I could smell an almost mineral smell surrounding me. I looked closer and I could see some form of a countertop, marble. The room had a very familiar scent, one I've smelled everyday for a long time. It smelled strangely like Alice, but kind of like Rosalie also. It smelled hot. Suddenly the lights flicked on. I saw I was sitting in Alice's bathroom with her make-up overflowing the counters and a multitude of curling irons and crimping irons plugged into many outlets. Suddenly Alice and Rosalie started coming at me with little cases of what I could assume was eye shadow and blush. "M'aimez-vous?"* Was all I could seem to mutter. "Oh now Edward, We won't hurt you. And there is no point to trying to escape. We have you tied down."I have never seen this side of Alice before, but I guess she was really bored. I could believe Rosalie was doing this to me, she doesn't like me anymore. "Just sit back and relax and no harm will come to you." Alice said with a smirk upon her face, her pixie-like face suddenly looking sinister and evil. I did as told because I really had no idea what they could do to me.
Twenty minutes passed even though it seemed an eternity. "We're finished now. Oh wait!" Alice declared as she pranced out of the room. She returned with a little silver rectangle I recognized as her camera. "Please Alice! I am begging you! I love you! Don't do this to me!" I pleaded. Next thing I know I see a flash and Rose is untying me, but not before I assume Alice has the picture on her computer and has sent it to anyone who she thinks she could embarrass me by sending it to.
I see a picture slide under the door of my bathroom, after I finish taking my shower to try to get a much of the crap they put on me off. I see what I assume to be a prostitute, a very good looking one if I might add, but I soon recognize it to be me with blue eye shadow, bright red blush, hot pink lipstick, eye lashes with sparkles, and a beauty mark. I really want to kill them.
A few hours later, Carlisle returns from work. I hear him say "Edward, I think there is something we need to talk about" as he comes up the stairs to meet me in my bedroom, presumably to have a father-son chat.
AN: You guys like it? Big thanks to French Shark for giving me the idea! You rock!
Let me know if there are any other things you guys can think about from my main story for me to write about!