This will only be a few very short chapters of randomosity to come. It's just the downside of Edward being 17 for eternity…grin. Where I live, you have to be over 18 to drink. I'm hoping it's the same there, and if not, I don't really care.
I don't own Twilight or New Moon. I do, however, own Don't Go Into The Woods Alone, and It's Better To Avoid The Woods Completely, and a year's supply of turtle wax, very generously donated to wrecking hotel rooms, the coolest person I don't know.
Bella smiled, entering the Cullen's living room. She stumbled as she walked through the door, slipping to hit her shoulder on the doorframe, before jerking up and glancing around to make sure no one had really seen. Seating herself on the sofa beside Edward, she sighed, and he looked at her, instantly alert.
"Anything the matter?" He asked. Bella shook her head, frowning, deep in thought. She leaned against him, and he put an arm over her shoulder. "Bella, I know human traits, and I know your human traits. You know you can talk to me." Edward tilted his head to stare at her, but her eyes were closed as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Murmuring, she sighed. "I'm just wondering how to sneak an underage person into a nightclub." Edward immediately tensed, jaw tightening, and Bella felt it. She sat up quickly, a grin lighting up her face. "Well, you are only seventeen, and I'm a whole year older than you, and Alice told me you're only seventeen here for a whole month to come…"
"No way in hell." He growled. Bella smiled, screwing her nose up petulantly, and shook her head. Edward's eyes flashed, and a growl emanated from his throat. "Bella, you are in enough danger when you have not consumed anything that might affect your balance. I don't intend to let you into a vicinity where you can buy it." He tilted her chin so he was staring directly into her eyes.
"You could have made me like you when I was your age. Suffer the consequences." Bella smirked, jerking backwards. She looked at Emmett as he walked in, bouncing up from the couch. "I'll get dressed, and then we're ready to go." Emmett grinned, looking as though it was Christmas come early.
"Wait, he gets to go?" Edward asked incredulously, looking at Emmett. Bella nodded mischievously, high-fiving Emmett as she walked past him. "What's he got that I don't?"
"An I.D." Bella poked her tongue out at Edward childishly, dancing up the stairs, stumbling all the way. She knocked on Alice's door. "Alice! I'm ready to play Barbie!" She sung out. Alice wrenched the door open, almost glowing with eagerness.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to agree to this?" Alice promptly pulled her inside, handing her an armful of clothes. A string of cuss words were muffled, followed by, "Bella, you asked for it, now let me have my fun!"
An hour later Bella bolted down the stairs, coming to a halt in the living room door. Dressed in a short black dress, with high black boots, her brown hair was curled in ringlets at the bottom, and some parts were pinned back, leaving out strands to frame her face. Edward's face blanched, and he stood up.
His words were fast. "No…no…you are not leaving the house with Emmett, Emmett, dressed like that, to go somewhere where they will be selling alcohol, and guys will be everywhere! No! No! No!" Bella spared him a glance.
"Let's go, Emmett, before Eddywardy has an aneurysm. Or Alice decides these shoes aren't high enough…she made me wear make-up!" Bella shook her head, and smiled at Edward. "Bye, Edward darling." She went to move out the door, but Edward was there, stopping her.
"Home by midnight? Promise?" He asked. Bella nodded, pouting, and he relaxed a little. "You do not leave Emmett's sight, and you do not drink, and you do not even look at another guy." Edward ordered. "Honestly, Bella, promise me you'll be careful." Bella nodded meekly, and Emmett put a protective arm around her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Edward, I'll bring her back still a virgin." He said seriously. Edward smiled, nodding in approval, and Bella frowned, looking between the two of them, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Even you guys can't do the impossible." She raised an eyebrow, and Edward's face blanched. Emmett hesitated a moment, before letting out an uncomfortable laugh, and pushing Bella's shoulder gently.
He laughed awkwardly again. "That's our Bella…always the joker…" Too late. Emmett saw the anger and horror written in Edward's eyes. Bella was obviously enjoying herself, but her expression gave nothing else away.
"You're kidding, right?" Edward demanded. Bella only gave him a small smile, shrugging, and turned on her heel. Edward looked after her. "Bella? Bella? Isabella?"
"Don't call me Isabella!" Was all the reply he got.
If you review, I'll continue this. If not, I'll assume it's not at all interesting, and surrender with it. Savvy? But drunk Bella…tempting much?
Oh, please check out "Dying Is Your Latest Fashion"! Joint story from me and wrecking hotel rooms, morbid, but I know the plot, and I know it's gonna get good. I wrote the preface, which is up, and the first chapter is soon to follow.
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