Twi-Pairing Craze!
Three things: One, I would greatly appreciate it if you could go by these three little things. Read. Review. Request. It makes my job so much easier, and makes it more fun for you. Normally, at the end of these, I'll add an interview with myself and the characters involved, in the mood that they were depicted in, so if I happen to make Emmett high in one chapter, he will be high in the interview.
The 2nd thing: I sort of forgot the last interview, so maybe two in this chapter...at the end though.
Last but not least: This is a cracktastic little Emmett and Rosalie, with a lime.
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3rd Person Point of View
Emmett leaped delightfully between the streets of cloudy Forks, since it was Rose's birthday. This was the one time of year where Emmett could be as gay as a goose, but still be straight at the end of the day.
Emmett wouldn't know what to get for the woman who has everything, but most importantly, him. Alice would get the clothes, Jasper would mooch off her, Edward always had something different, Esme bought some art, or a new resort for her, and Carlisle...well it was the thought that counted.
But me, lately, he'd gotten her, say...a dildo or two...a dick-tionary, she wasn't too happy. But this year, he had something more traditional, especially after listening to Bella. But of course, Bella doesn't like presents, what would she know?
But Bella went with the box of chocolates, flowers, cards, things girls like.
All of this went through one ear and out the other with Emmett, but he did strike the flowers. A lightbulb went off in his head. Roses for Rose. Perfect!
So here he was, skipping along in Forks, looking for a flower shop, if there wasn't one here, he would run to New York and back to find those roses.
He continued to bound down the asphalt sidewalks of Forks until he stopped at the most colourful window he had placed his eye upon. A flower store, conveniently located next to an adult bookstore.
Emmett struggled with himself, porn, or roses. Porn or roses...he mumbled to himself. He threw a hand through his dark hair, and stared towards the greying heavens, almost to look for help.
He shuddered as he finally stepped inside the flower shop. A plethora of scents hit him, sweet, charming humans and tangy flowers...or was it the other way around. The shop was empty, so he searched for roses in peace.
After stepping beside balloons, sunflowers and almost-knocked-over orchids, he found the sweetest flowers of all, the rose.
Now he had to make a choice, and think, which was a challenge for him. Pink roses, soft petals, sweeter roses, white roses, yellow ones and red ones. Why shouldn't he wait for help. He sighed into his palm, and was instantly alerted by the bell of the shop ringing, someone was coming in.
A human, that's all. Emmett swiftly grabbed a dozen red roses, and headed toward the marble shop-counter, only a few metres away, but it felt like a walk from hell.
Now was the part where he had to resist himself around humans, two in the shop, a hay-blond male customer, and the vermillion-haired female shopkeeper.
It's a good thing that roses smell good. She wandered over to the waiting customer, as he pondered what Rose would think of his gift. He hadn't found chocolates or a card yet, but he'll do it later.
The bell at the door chimed again, and a familiar scent wafted into Emmett's nostrils. It was Rose.
"Oh crap" he said. He quickly dropped a fifty to pay for the roses, but she already knew he was there.
"Oh, Emmett, are those for me?? I'm so flattered!" she smiled at her husband.
"Screw it..." he muttered under his breath.
"Screw what, sweetie?" she thought that the only person for her was Emmett.
"Oh nothing, I wanted this to be a surprise for my beautiful wife." he said to his vampire wife.
"Nothing could be more beautiful than these roses...but I do love these new clothes from Alice."
"I bet you'd look better without them."
And so, they stripped in the shop, and amazed the customer and shopkeeper...or disturbed them.
Rosalie went home with roses and white glitter, and she was very, very happy.
AN: How about a chapter of interviews next time, I'm sort of in a rush, so I lied about what I said before about doing two interviews for this one...a chapter for next time, ok?
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