"Alright band, great job! Take a ten minute break!" The drum major, Jacob Black shouted. It was about five pm on a Monday, and about halfway in to band practice. Off to the side of the field, a familiar group of friends stood.

All of them were wrapped up, due to the cold weather, except for one. Rosalie stood bouncing up and down in nothing but jeans tennis shoes and a white tank top.

"Rosalie, would you stop that. Your chest is going to fall out of your shirt." Edward complained loudly.

Emmett looked at Rosalie, a perverted glint in his eye. "Hey, really! Bounce harder Rosalie bounce harder."

Bella feigned gagging while Alice scowled. "Why didn't you just put on a jacket?" Alice said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Which really, it sorta was. Jasper just stood back and smirked at the entire scene before him.

"Because that would ruin my entire outfit!" Rosalie said in the same tone as Alice.

"What outfit!" Bella laughed. "You're wearing a white tank top!"

"She was probably hoping it would rain," Edward stated.

"Whoa Rosalie. This is marching band practice, not a porn," Bella said, once again laughing.

"That would be interesting," Edward said. "Marching band porn."

"That's the best kind!" Emmett said.

"Yea," Alice said. "I can imagine it now. 'I like watchin' him march.'"

"That's right, you band that drum, you bad boy." Bella said, as seductively as she could.

And of course, Emmett had to be in this. "You want to blow my trumpet?" He said.

At first everyone was quiet, before everyone started laughing at the same time.

"You know what?" Rosalie said, "I'm about to tell you all where you can shove my flute."

This only made everyone laugh harder.

A/N Sorry about that, guys. Really dumb and not real well written, I know. This is the result of my sister and me sitting in our room on our day off from school with nothing to do. We are giant pervs, we know. Please don't review and say how horrible it is, because I just had to get it out of my head.