Emmett's Sugar Rush
Alice walked by me, holding a bucket of candy for Bella and Edward's wedding.
I wasn't hungry . . . of course, I never am.
But I felt like eating.
I grabbed seven pieces.
"Emmett!" Alice yelled at me. I just ran into the nearest room, which happened to be Edward's, and of course, Bella was probably in it.
Knowing they would both kill me, but I would rather face their wrath than Alice's, I slammed the door.
If Alice had gotten me, she might have dragged me shopping . . .
ShudderI turned around to see Edward and Bella sleeping.
Well, Edward wasn't.
Bella was snoring loudly.
I wonder why I hadn't heard that from the hallway.
"Oops," I whispered, stuffing candy in my mouth.
"Emmett, get out!" Edward yelled. Bella turned over and reached for him.
She slowly opened her eyes.
"Emmett . . . what are you doing here?" she asked, confused and still groggy from sleep.
"Hiding from Alice. Look what I scored!" I said proudly, holding up my last piece of candy that was left.
"Oh, Emmett." Bella sighed.
I could feel the candy flowing through my veins, glucose, cells, mitochondria working on overload.
Edward looked at Bella with an amused expression,
"Sugar rush! Bella, find cover, quick!"
I opened my mouth in outrage, but instead out came the words,
"Iwantmorecandy,Iwantmorecandy,sugarrush!Sugar!Yum!"
while running in crazed circles around the room.
I paused for a moment to look at the other two, who exchanged looks.
After staring at me, Bella turned to Edward,
"He has to cough it up now, right?"
"Yup," Edward replied grimly.
"Ew!" Bella made a face.
I felt the unnatural sensation of food coming up my throat.
Edward rushed over to me while Bella hid under the covers.
"Time to go throw up, Emmett!" Edward said and pushed me out into the hallway where I ran to the bathroom.
I bent over the toilet and coughed it up. I heard dainty footsteps outside as Alice walked past, muttering, "Grow up, Emmett," and sighed in displeasure.
"Emmett, sweetie!" my angel, Rosalie called up the stairs.
Well, I'd better not upset her, so I hurried downstairs, feeling sick.
Rosalie was at the bottom.
"Hi," I moaned.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
Then she caught a whiff of me.
"Oh, Emmett, that's disgusting! You smell nasty!"
Yeah, I guess I should take a shower now.
On the way to the bathroom again, I spied Alice's bucket of candy discretely hidden in a vase of flowers as if to keep it from me.
Shrugging indifferently, I grabbed a handful.