The Missed Call Chronicles- Edward's Voicemail (while he was recording it.)
I sighed, then flipped open my little silver phone. You should really have a voicemail message—I need to know if I have the right number. Bella told me just that morning. As much as I detested my recorded voice, I would do it anyway. I sat in my room, and waited for the signal for me to begin. There was a beep.
"Uh…hi." Dammit, I already sound dumb. I guess I should let them know who is making me do this…I thought to myself. "Bella is making me do this. Yeah…I'm not—" then Emmett burst through my door, holding something that looked suspiciously like a bra.
"I have it! I have one of Bella's bras!" he boomed. My eyes grew wide with terror.
"EMMETT?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH ONE OF BELLA'S BRAS??" I asked.
"Making an invention that will save to world."
"I don't care if your—"
"Where are Jasper's pants?" he interrupted.
"Jasper's what?"
"Pants."
"Pants? Why?"
"It's for the invention. Now give me some of your hair gel." He demanded.
"No, I'm not giving you my hair gel," I protested. I tried to ignore the image Emmett was picturing. I sighed, and waited for his answer.
"Please?" then, he pulled something out of his pocket.
"No." I got a good glimpse of what he had in his hand. It was an orange.
"EMMET STOP BITING THE FRUIT! I TOLD YOU BEFORE THEY WILL NOT TURN INTO VAMPIRIC FRUIT!!" why wouldn't he listen to me? Every vampire with a brain knows fruit won't change into vampires. He wouldn't listen. I yelled at him, something I didn't really want to repeat, and then remembered I was recording a message.
"Ugh. Sorry, anyway…It's Edward Cullen. I'm not—" then Emmett started to think of me and Bella…doing things. I lost my cool.
"EMMET! THAT'S IT! WHEN YOU THINK OF THOSE THINGS, I'M GOING TO BE FORCED TO…ARGH!!" He wouldn't stop thinking. Why wouldn't he stop thinking?? I set the phone on the couch, and picked up the bookcase. I threw it at Emmett, who just stood there gawking.
"If you just wanted me to—"
"LEAVE!!" I yelled, and I started to pick up the bed. He ran out laughing.
"AND STAY OUT!!" I walked back over to the phone, and the recording ended.
"Oh, whatever." I shut the phone, slid it into my pocket, and decided to go and get Bella's bra back in her drawer.
"Oh, Emmett?" I said as I stalked out the door.
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