Chapter Two- Wonderful Wigs

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Edward's POV

There was no way in hell that I was putting that wig on.

"Come on Edward!" Emmett laughed, holding up the vile thing, "You promised your dad you'd wear one! Besides, we're leaving tomorrow, and you still need one. Well, I got one for you!"

I had put off buying a wig, since I really didn't want to. Staring at this wig, I really wished I hadn't procrastinated. It was a strange browny, orange color. It was long, and was cut at random places. In some places there were curls. Other places, not. Overall, it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen.

"Emmett, if you come anywhere closer holding that thing I'm going to kill you myself!" Emmett was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

"But it's so-" laughter- "nice!"

"Nice? What kind of drugs are you on?!"

"I only get the best."

"You're psychotic."

"And you're friend's with me. Who's psychotic now?"

"Sometimes, I seriously hate you."

"Why thank you Edward. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Of course you would."

"Because I'm special!"

"Yeah. You're special all right."

"See! At least we agree on some things."

"You're impossible!"

"Yeah, well, look who's talking! You can at least try the damn thing on!"

"The damn thing. That sounds about right," I muttered. Emmett had finally gotten control of himself.

"Do you know how much trouble I went through to get this wig for you?"

"I'm sure going through the garbage was extremely hard."

"Hey, not funny man. I am seriously hurt by that comment. Scared for life."

"I will be to if I have to wear that wig anywhere! Maybe I should just dye my hair…"

"Nah. Esme loves your hair. She says it's one of a kind. I don't really get what's so special about having hair the color of a penny."

"The dye will come out." I said, ignoring the last comment.

"But dude, seriously. I heard of some people dying their hair so much that their natural hair color is lost forever! Gone! Never to be seen again..."

"And I care why? I really don't care about my hair that much Emmett," I informed him.

"Fine!" Emmett threw the wig on the floor, "If you refuse to accept my awesome gift then fine! Don't expect a birthday present from me!"

"That's perfectly fine with me. The last present you gave me was a box of condoms. What the hell am I supposed to do with those?"

"Well, you put them-"

"Yeah, yeah! I know that. But I don't even have a girlfriend!"

"Neither do I. I don't let that stop me!"

"Edward! Will you come here for a minute dear?" I heard Esme call. Ever since it had been decided that I was leaving, Esme had been home a lot more often. She was doing everything she could do try and change my mind. I had looked into Forks a bit more, but there wasn't much to find. It was a place that nobody really went, but who would? It was sunny there, maybe ten days a year? Give or take a day? I defiantly wasn't looking forward to that part. I was looking forward to going to Forks High School though. Emmett was another story.

"I'm going down to see what my mom wants," I said.

"Sure. Me and Wiggy will be waiting!"

"Wiggy?" He pointed to the wig on the floor.

"You need serious help."

"I don't need help. I give help. Any problems you wanna talk about Eddie?" I rolled my eyes, before leaving the room. James followed me. At the bottom of the stairs, Esme was waiting with a box in her hands.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Well, you remember that you needed a wig, right?" I almost groaned. Not another wig! I was starting to consider giving up public school.

"Yes," I said wearily. Her face brightened.

"Well, I found the perfect one!" She handed me the box. I took a deep breath, before opening it. Inside was a dark brown wig. Well, it looked okay in the box. Unlike the weird thing upstairs Emmett named 'Wiggy'.

"Er, thanks mom," I said.

"Well? Are you going to try it on?"

"I think I'll do that later."

"Well, if you're sure." She smiled. I nodded, and made my way back up the stairs, James a few steps behind me. He always waited outside.

"Hey, what's that?" Emmett asked. when I walked in the room. He grabbed the box before I could say anything.

"Hey!" I complained.

"Whoa! It's another wig! What does it look like?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried it on."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"You to leave."

"Well, I'm not leaving for a looooong time, so you might as well give that up. Besides, I'm going to have to get used to you wearing a wig. I might forget what you look like, and become totally confused." I groaned. Emmett was such a kid.

"Fine. I'll try it on in the bathroom. If it's good, I'll come out. If it's bad, no way."

"But where's the fun in that?"

"Keeping my dignity," I muttered. I grabbed the box out of Emmett's hands and made my towards the bathroom. I locked the door. I gingerly took the wig out of the box and put it on my head.

It took some moving around, but eventually, I got it right. It looked pretty good. Like I wasn't even wearing a wig, even if it was uncomfortable.

"Hurry up! I want to see the new and improved Eddie!" Emmett's voice boomed from behind the door, "Well, hopefully improved. You never know wigs these days." I rolled my eyes before opening the door. Emmett was standing there. He looked at me silently, his eyes appraising my new hair.

"It's better then Wiggy over there," I reminded him. He grinned.

"Are you kidding! Wiggy is the best! Nothing tops him! Well, I'm sure your new wig will do. You can't even tell you're wearing a wig!" he exclaimed.

"That's the idea."

I kept the wig on the rest of the day, getting used to it. It was uncomfortable and itchy, and I wanted it off, but I forced myself to wear it. I needed to get used to it. Emmett cracked jokes every now and then, but he was bearable.

It was after 11pm, and Emmett had gone home. The night guard, Mitch was outside now. He thought I was just a spoiled brat, so we didn't get along well. I didn't really get along with any of the guards. Someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" I called. Esme walked in. She looked sad.

"So, you're gone tomorrow, huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.

"We found a nice house for you and Emmett in Forks. It's a mansion. I'm sorry if you wanted something more…normal, but it was the nicest one." I shrugged again.

"I'm sure it will be fine."

"The designer has finished to. I picked out almost everything. After all, I know your taste. Emmett's too. I think you'll like it." She smiled. She thought of Emmett as a second-son.

"I'm sure it's great mom. It was designed by the best," I smiled. She laughed lightly, and hugged me gently.

"I'm going to miss you," she said quiet and sad.

"I'll miss you to," I said. I really was going to miss my mom. I hadn't even left yet, but homesickness washed through me.

"You'll have to call. And email. Every day."

"I will. Don't worry. I'll be fine. You have nothing to worry about."

"You'll have to get up early tomorrow. 8am," she warned.

"That's okay. I've gotten up at that time before. For sports, you know?" She nodded.

"Well, I'd better let you get your rest. You have a long day ahead of you." I nodded.

"Good night Edward. I love you."

"Night mom. Love you too." She walked out of the room, and shut the door behind her. I sighed. Tomorrow really was going to be a long day.

There we go! It's not really important to the story, but Emmett is just so darn funny that I wanted him in here! The nect chanpter is the big move! Yippee! So please leave your comments on this chapter! They are greatly appreciated! :)