"I'm bored!" Emmett yelled once again.

Once again, everyone replied, "Shut up, Emmett."

It was a sunny summer day; a boring day for me and the Cullens. They had all tried to convince me to go out and have fun, but they had each lost that battle (especially Alice, who had told me to go out and go shopping or something). It was a huge surprise when you began to hear tires grating at the gravel of the Cullens' driveway. Edward said, "Charlie's coming."

O...kay? Why would Charlie, of all people, be here? Everyone had to wait until the doorbell rang before Esme got up and answered it. She said, "Hey, Charlie. How are you?"

Charlie mumbled gruffly, "Fine. I've got something for Bells. It came earlier from one of her little friends in Phoenix."

Friend in Phoenix? Did he mean Lyla or someone? Lord only knows what one of them would send. I got up and went to stand beside Esme. I said, "Hey, dad. What's the package?"

Charlie mumbled, "I think some of your old videos you and those girls did."

My eyes widened and I groaned, "Dad! Why would you bring them here? They're embarassing!"

My cheeks went bright crimson to accentuate that fact. Charlie's shade of red matched my own as he said, "Sorry kiddo. I figured the Cullens would like to see some of your, uh, crazier days."

I went even brighter red and grumbled sarcastically, "Yeah, thanks a lot dad. I totally owe you one."

I took the box from him and said a little louder, "You're cooking dinner tonight, I hope you know that!"

Charlie whined, "Bells!"

I grinned and said, "See you later, Dad."

Then, I went inside and set the box down. Alice was the first to pounce, ripping the box open, tossing me an envelope that had my name scrawled across it, and digging through the videos. I pulled a note out of the envelope. It read:

Hey Bellsby!
I heard that you've got yourself a hot new bo. Good for you, hun. I just wish I hadn't heard it from your MOM! I mean, c'mon, man! Anyway, you'll thank me for this sooner or later! Do not come down to Phoenix and kill me! I have connections, and I can be long gone, Bella.
-Lyla

I gawked at the letter. Ohmigod. 'I. Will. KILL. Her.' I thought, glaring daggers at the paper.

Alice said, "Found one. This one is GP Work. What is a GP?"

I groaned, putting my head in my hands, "My friends and I made a club called Girl Power and we made a bunch of super crazy videos. Okay?"

Alice grinned and put the DVD in.

"Oh my jeez. I am so bored. Someone hold me, I might pass out!" Lyla crowed, always the drama queen, from her cash register.

Jess's voice came from behind the camera, "Good Lord, Ly! Why are you such a drama queen?"

My voice came from behind a clothing rack, "Because she's Lyla and she can."

I stepped out from behind the rack of designer clothes and asked, "Why are we working here again?"

Mary said from where she was sitting on the bottom of a shopping cart, "Because we need cash and we were bored. And Lyla thought it would be fun to work around clothes all day."

Lyla whined, "It is fun!"

I retorted, "Is not! Some of us hate clothes anyway!"

Lyla snapped, "If it's not fun, I'm the Queen of England."

The rest of us began humming God Bless the King at the same time. Lyla glared at us and ran off towards the bathroom, face red in anger. I had to hold myself up on the counter to stop myself from falling over laughing, "Oh my god! That was just priceless! Did you see her effing face?"

Mary squealed, "IKR! The drama queen has taken off!"

Jess grinned, "I love this!"

Then, the video cut to black as our manager walked in.

Rosalie called picking next. She reached into the box and read the labed, "This one's called Bella singing The Call."

I groaned. Not that video. Please, lord no!