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Chapter 2: Scary Movies, Drunk Bella, and 1-800 #'s
I sat on the couch waiting for Emmett to return with whatever he was getting. Quite honestly, I was a bit scared. Who knew what he had planned? One thing I did know however is that whatever it was, it probably wasn't good.
After a few more minutes Emmett returned with a few bottles of root beers and movies in hand.
I raised an eyebrow, "One root beer I understand, but a few?"
He handed me one and placed the rest on the table next to me. "Trust me you're not gonna want to leave this room for a while," he smirked turning on the DVD player and placing a movie in it.
"What do you mean?" I asked wide eyed.
He only just continued to smirk.
"Emmett! What movie did you just put in?"
By now he had already pushed play and was sitting next to me on the couch. It was only now that I noticed he had turned off all of the lights.
"Just a movie," he said, playing it cool.
I'm not gonna lie, I was so totally freaked out. To add insult to injury, creepy music began to play all of a sudden. I screamed and jumped out of my skin, literally, causing Emmett to laugh.
I turned my head slowly to look at the television screen and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat,. My eyes widened as I realized what movie he had put in. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. He knows I hate scary movies.
"Emmett! The Ring? Seriously?" I asked freaked out. If only he were human...oh, the horrible things I'd do to him right now.
"What? A scary movie is sure to make you stay up late! Not letting you stay up late was number one on his list," Emmett said, defensively.
He did have a good point. I was the one who suggested...more like demanded tht we go against the list in the first place. Also, scary movies do cause me to not want to sleep during the night.
"Bella, I'll be here next to you through the whole entire movie," Emmett assured me.
I took a deep breath before answering, "If you even once think about leaving me during this movie..."
He cut me off mid threat, "I won't. I promise."
"Well...since you promised...alright," I said as I took a sip of the root beer he had brought me earlier. I instantly regretted it. My eyes widened as I felt the cool liquid burn all the way down my throat. I brought the bottle up to my nose and smelled it. "Emmett!" I shrieked.
He instantly bursted out laughing, not able to contain himself.
"THIS...IS...NOT...ROOT BEER!" I hissed, jumping off of the couch. "You switched the Root Beer with...with...Vodka?"
Emmett continued to laugh, uncontrollably. "Rule number four of do not's," he managed to get out.
I sighed. He once again had a good point. I was the one who had demanded we break the rules on the list and yet if he wouldn't have tricked me out with the "Root Beer" I would've never in a million years have gone through with breaking rule number four.
"There's just no way I'm drinking anymore of this," I said, holding up the Root Beer bottle filled with Vodka.
Emmett had finally stopped laughing now and said, "Oh, come on, Bella! Live a little! Stop letting Edward choose and tell you what you can and can't do all the time and LIVE!"
-.-.-.-
Somehow I had allowed Emmett to get through to me and was now on my third "Root Beer." It wasn't enough to make me stone cold drunk, but it was enough to make me find everything hilarious. Emmett had already dubbed me a "fun" drunk.
I was such a "fun" drunk that for once in my life I watched a scary movie and found myself laughing the whole entire movie. Normally, I would've been clinging on to someone or something scared to death, but not now. I was already three drinks down and I was living life.
After the movie had ended I found myself bored out of my mind. "Emm...ett!" I slurred taking another sip of "Root Beer" "I'm so bored!"
"Well, what do you want to do?" Emmett asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
Emmett opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off," I know! I know!"
"What?" he questioned curiously.
I smiled," Wait, right here! I'll be back!" With that I skipped out of the room in search of a few things.
-.-.-.-
Not even more than three minutes later I returned carrying an armful of products. Walking over to the couch, I dropped the items onto it.
Emmett looked at me confused as he walked over to the couch. Standing next to me he questioned, "An alcohol bottle? A can of Lysol? Miracle Grow? Bar Keeper's Friend? A Box of tampons? Bella, what in the hell?"
I turned and looked at him, "I've always wanted to call the 1-800 numbers on the back of things and ask stupid questions! So, I'm going to do it now!" I explained, excitedly.
"Why didn't I ever think of that?" Emmett asked.
"Because, you're not as smart and creative like me," I answered as sweetly as possible.
"Makes sense," he agreed, shrugging his shoulders.
"Hand me the phone, please" I said, holding out my hand.
"Gladly," he smiled, picking it up and handing it to me.
"Thank you!" I smiled.
"You're welcome!"
"So, what should we call about first?" I asked holding the phone in my hand.
"Alcohol," he answered picking up the bottle and reading me the number.
I dialed and then put it on speaker phone. It didn't take long for someone to pick up.
"Hello, my name is...umm...Izzy Collins," I shrugged, looking at Emmett who smirked. I smirked back and then turned my attention back to the phone, "Well, I was just wondering...is the alochol suppose to burn when I drink it?" ... "Yes, I'm drinking it straight from the bottle!" ... "Excuse me?" ... "Yeah, that's what I thought!" Click! I hung up.
Emmett looked at me like I was crazy, but didn't question me.
That was so fun!" I mused. "Next!" I cheered. He picked up the can of Lysol and we did what we did earlier. He read and I dialed.
"Hi, my name is, Izzy Collins," I said trying not to laugh when someone answered the phone. I looked at Emmett who just smirked at me, like he'd been doing a lot tonight. "So, I was just curious..." I trailed off trying to think of something stupid to ask. That's when it hit me, "If I spray Lysol into my mouth will it kill all of the germs in my mouth and make my breath smell better?" ... "No lady! I'm not crazy! I'm dead serious!" ... "Yeah, whatever!" I quickly hung up.
Emmett looked at me and laughed, "You do know how hilarious you are when you're drunk, right?"
I blushed, "You've mentioned it a couple of times before." "So, do you wanna do the next one?" I asked him.
He smirked and grabbed the phone from me.
"Next up...Miracle Grow!" I cheered.
The Miracle Grow people answered almost immediately.
"Hello, if you don't mind me asking...I was just wondering..." Emmett paused.
I couldn't wait to hear what stupid question Emmett would come up with. I didn't know why, but I just had a feeling that it'd be something really funny and random.
"If I take a bath in Miracle Grow every night for the next three months will I be tall enough to beat Lebron James at Basketball?"
I bit my tongue, suppressing a laugh that threatened to leave my mouth.
"No, I'm not some troubled teen!" Emmett hissed hanging up immediately.
I instantly bursted out laughing. "Nice one!" I laughed, histerically. Once I stopped laughing I looked at Emmett and suggested, "We have two more. How about you do Bar Keeper's Friend and I do tampons?"
"No complaints here," he answered dialing the number on the Bar Keeper's Friend can. "Hi, yes you can help me. I was just wondering if I have to by any chance be a bar keeper's friend to legally use this product?"
My eyes widened. Oh, no it did not just ask that. Oh my god he did!
"No, this is not a joke!" ... "Yeah, well you go right ahead and do that! See if I care!"
I was still trying to hold back the laugh that so badly wanted to come out. Luckily, Emmett hung up.
"We are so so bad," I said, sighing a sigh of relief as I finally allowed myself to laugh.
"Yeah, and you still have one more to do."
I took in a deep breath. "This one is going to be the deal breaker," I said taking a big gulp of my "Root Beer," before taking taking the phone from Emmett. I once again dialed and put it on speaker phone. "Yes, hello, I really need your help!" ... "Well, here's the thing, I'm home alone and I just got my first period and I'm freaking out and these tampons are the only things that I could find under my moms bathroom sink. Is there any ways that you could help me through the process of putting it in?"
Emmett and I both almost died from silently laughing as we listened to the women on the phone try her best to explain how to put a tampon in. When it finally got to be too much, I hung up. It took Emmett and I both about two minutes to finally stop laughing, again.
"Some people just have no brains," Emmett chuckled.
I nodded, "It's people like them who make us smart ones look bad."
After an awkward, boring silence, Emmett asked, "What's next?"
Before I could answer him, I suddenly became sick to my stomach. "Me emptying the contents of my stomach," I managed to answer before bolting to the bathroom.
I really shouldn't have drank so much. I was so going to pay for it the rest of the night and maybe even in the morning. Note to self, never let Emmett get you a drink ever again.
So, there it is! Chapter 2! What did you think? Should I continue! Please Review and let me know! I'd really love to know what you all think!
