Summary: Bella is mad about a bet Jasper and Emmett made about her and Edward's wedding night

Summary: Bella is mad about a bet Jasper and Emmett made about her and Edward's wedding night. Bella finally gets tired of Emmett's pranks, so her and Alice decide to have a little of fun of their own. But when an innocent (or not!) prank turns into a war, who will win?

Written in BPOV

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, as she does all associated characters.

A Taste of His Own Medicine

Even three days afterward, I couldn't stop my fuming at Emmett. I mean, he had done some pretty stupid things, but this, this, had to be at the top of my list. I knew Edward was pretty mad at him too, which made me feel a little better, but it still did nothing to ease my embarrassment; I was already worried about enough things when it came to the wedding, and Edward and Jasper's stupid bet just sent me over the top.

I was sprawled on my back, flipping through one of Alice's 100 Top Weddings magazines (not quite my idea) when I heard a loud knock on the door. Alice then stepped in, her angelic face scrunched up into a sympathetic pout.

"Are you still mad, Bella?" she asked, walking gracefully towards Edward's bed. I could tell she was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, but a peek of smile seemed to be trying to escape her control. It was only upon further inspection that I saw her trying to hold back fits of laughter.

"No, not at all," I mumbled sarcastically, "that's not why I've been avoiding Emmett for the past three days. Not at all."

She nodded, and I could see some of her laughter slip away into sincere empathy. "If it makes you feel any better," she said, her pale face becoming suddenly serious, "You're not the only one."

I glanced at her face, sitting up straighter in surprise. "What are you talking about?" I tried to keep the anger in my voice, but my curiosity got the better of me and I could hear more earnest in my voice than I intended.

She looked at me for a moment, and then her face went blank, meanwhile jumping up so quickly and lithely I missed her movement. After what appeared to be a quick check to see if anyone was listening, she came back over to where I was sitting, and gently seated herself on the golden comforter.

"When Jasper and I first came," Alice said, her face expressionless with the memory, "Emmett made fun of us very much like he does to you now."

I looked up in surprise, but Alice continued on with her story in an amused whisper.

"He used to tease me and Jasper so often," she smiled, "That Jasper would actually claim he wanted to leave sometimes." She laughed at the memory. "That was, though, until they made their first bet." She opened her eyes and two topaz irises gleamed devilishly at me. "Emmett lost, and surely enough, they've gotten along fine ever since," she finished, her eyes still trained to my face awaiting my reaction.

I searched her face, hopefully trying to decipher what she was saying. "So," I began slowly, "I have to, uh, win a bet with him?"

"No! Silly," she grinned at me, the same look spreading across her face as when she was about to take me shopping, "You have to beat him at his own game. Emmett embarrassed you with that bet," she looked at me to finish, "so…"

"I have to embarrass him," I finished, a vindictive, understanding smile spreading across my face. I couldn't help it; the thought of finally getting Emmett back was too good to resist. Far, far, too good.

"Exactly!" Slice agreed, her eyes shining. "And may I make a suggestion?" she asked, her perfect lips once more curling into that worrying grin.

I could hardly keep my face straight as I stared at the TV. I think a commercial for some sort of allergy medication had just come on the air, but I couldn't tell. Everything just seemed like a big blur, a giant second hand counting down the time until Emmett was due to come home.

Alice had said we would be the only ones in the house, so it would be the perfect time to get Emmett back. She said it would work out for the best, since Rosalie wasn't due home until tomorrow night from Denali, and the rest of the family had gone farther east for some serious hunting. I could barely contain my excitement, only hoping that my racing pulse wouldn't give the lie away.

I tried to slow my breathing as I heard the back door open and close, and suddenly Emmett's booming laughter vibrated through the house.

"So you've finally decided to come out of hiding, Bella?" he accused, a grin stretched across his face. It was all I could do to try to stop from turning completely red.

"Well," he said with a chortle, "I'm glad. Everything's so much more fun with you around." He walked over to the white couch where I was sitting and plopped down, stretching his arms out behind our heads. "Things were getting a little dull around here," he added with a smile, and then turned his attention to the TV.

I counted to five in my head, just like Alice told me to, and then spoke in a knowing tone, "Oh, I know." I tried to say it in the exact same way Alice and I had been practicing all afternoon…

Emmett looked over in surprise, obviously not expecting that reply. He stared at me curiously for a minute; all the while I was pretending to be oblivious to his scrutiny.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" His eyebrows scrunched up and his face fell into a confused frown.

I chuckled softly under my breath, "It's nothing. Forget I said anything." The confusion disappeared from his face with my words, and he turned back to the TV with a shrug. I counted to five again, and then spoke, shaking my head. "Rose would kill me if I told you."

It was at this he looked over in alarm; apparently anything concerning his wife definitely sparked his interest. It was all I could do to hold back a smile; this was too easy. Like reeling in a poor, unsuspecting fish. This must be how Emmett feels with me, I thought with a wry smile.

I turned my attention back to the TV, but this time I couldn't shake his interest. "Tell me!" he demanded, looking worried, "What did Rose say?" I put on my best 'surprised look', and tried to remember what Alice told me.

Alice had said this would be where the gamble would come in. She said she knew Rosalie and Emmett had been arguing these past few weeks, and these arguments usually only came up when they were having sex. Alice had said to me with a distasteful snort, "Usually I would want to see what they were arguing about, but having a vision of my two siblings doing that is not exactly my idea of fun!" I remember I had laughed, and Alice had gone on to tell me that although she didn't know what they were arguing about exactly, she did have a pretty good guess. She also said this guess would be crucial when it was time to make the lie believable.

"Well," I responded slowly, enjoying the look on his face, "I would tell you Emmett, really, but… Rose has just started being nice to me. I wouldn't want to ruin that by breaking her trust." I looked up at his face, a fake look of sympathy plastered across my expression.

He looked at me seriously for a moment before a goofy smile took its place. "C'mon Bells, You know I won't tell." He gave me an angelic look, and at that moment I was very inclined to tall him that his horns were showing underneath that halo. But I bit my tongue and followed Alice's instructions.

"Emmett," I said in a fake tired voice, "Alright. But you keep this to yourself, ok?"

Sitting up among the comfy white pillows, I looked at him with what I hoped were very sincere eyes. "I don't really know what exactly she was trying to say," I began slowly, drawing each syllable out, " it was mostly complaining. Something about never doing anything new, or the fact that 'he had the nerve to suggest that'." I pretended to frown and looked up at him. "I didn't really catch it all."

Emmett was staring at me with wide eyes, hanging on to every word I said. His mouth hung slightly open, and although I could have imagined the movement because it was so fast, I could have sworn I heard him mutter, "I knew it!"

"What else did she say?" I could tell he could barely keep his excitement contained; his hands were clenched in the feathery pillows, and his whole body was inclined towards me, just inches away from my head.

I smiled internally. Time to reel in our bait.

I kept my innocent face on as I continued to play that charade. "Well, then she went on to say something about how, 'If he wants to try that, he should try to be in my place first!'" I looked up doubtfully. This was where I always cracked up in our practice runs.

Biting my lip to hide the growing smile, I looked up at him and delivered the final line. "And then," I continued, mimicking Rosalie's soprano voice the best I could, "she just said 'If he wants me to actually wear that damn thing, he should have to at least try it on too!'"

At this Emmett sat back, and I could see a certain amount of shock strewn across his face. But that emotion cleared, only to be replaced by a scheming look and a gleam in his eye.

I thought of saying something to him, but thought better of it at the far-off look in his face. I quickly got up off the couch and strode into the next room and up the stairs to where I knew Alice would be waiting.

I opened up the door and walked in, keeping silent until I heard the back door slam and saw Emmett heading out of the house. But I just couldn't contain myself anymore, and fell onto Alice's bedroom floor in a fit of laughter. Alice joined me, and when I could finally breathe again, I asked her in a gasping voice, "Did he buy it?"

She nodded, her small sides still quivering with restrained laughs. "He's headed out to Victoria's Secret as we speak." She pronounced gleefully. She then closed her eyes and her amused expression went blank, only to be later replaced by an open mouthed grin.

"Oh my god!" she whispered, her voice disrupted by heaving laughter, "He's actually going to get the red one. Oh. My. God."

I looked at her questioningly, but she just shook her head and smiled.

"You'll see!" she grinned her white teeth glinting in the sun.

"Actually," I whispered as I peered out the window, watching the disappearing jeep, "I hope I don't!"