DISCLAIMER: No, genius, I do not own Twilight. Well.. OK..i do. (not)
Rose's POV
It was Saturday game night; Edward, Bella, Emmett, and I were all sitting around the poker table waiting for Jasper and Alice. Last Saturday, Jasper and Alice didn't even show up. Their excuse was: "We were so caught up in this movie, we didn't even notice it was time." LIKE WE BELIEVED THAT.
"Let's just start without them. They're probably too caught up in a 'movie'," Edward said, catching onto my irritation.
"Yay! I love beating you guys at this!" Emmett said, clearly thrilled.
We played poker for about an hour, and Bella was starting to get bored. She couldn't read minds, and she was not very good, so she thought there was no reason to even bother. Emmett seized the opportunity and got out his stick. The stick was really a pool stick, but he called it a poker stick because he only used it in poker. "Poker Stick! HAHA. Get it? Poke her stick during poker? P-P-P-poker stick! (Mum Mum Mum Mah!) P-P-P-poker stick! (Mum Mum Mum Mah!)" He started violently poking and hitting her back. She was spaced out until he started doing that. At that nanosecond, she slapped him across the face so hard you know it had to sting.
"See Edward?" She looked at him, anger in her eyes, "This is why I hate Saturday game nights sometimes. Your stupid brother has to ruin everything and hit me," Bella scowled.
"But Bell-" Emmett was stopped short.
"Don't even go there."
"Some one has their tampon wedged up the wrong way tonight!" Emmett exclaimed annoyingly.
"Emmett, remember? We're vampires? We don't...do that," I looked at him with a look that said, "Dumb ass."
"Well, she could still enjoy the pleasure of knowing she could still use one," He looked at Bella mockingly.
"Shut up. Emmett," We all said synchronously.
He started pouting with those gorgeous lips of his. "I love you guys..."
"You're so annoying, Emmett," Bella sneered at him.
"But I- Oh whatever. I'm going home." He stood up and started walking towards the door.
"No you're not; you know you want to stay here with us." Edward pleaded.
"OK..." Hanging his head, Emmett walked back to the poker table. By that time, we weren't playing poker anymore, just talking.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
The boob tube had been turned on, considering we had guys in the house, it didn't surprise me or Bella. Edward was flipping through the channels, indecisive as always; Bella was commenting on everything that popped up on the magical box's screen.
"Wow, she's pretty." "I wish I looked like that." "Does she ever eat?" "Aww. Look at that monkey." A cow popped up on the screen. "That's a nice looking hamburger," She said thoughtfully.