Author's Note: Hey! Back again- on the same day!- with chapter 2. I really doubt that will happen again, but who knows? Anyways, as I said, I like this one a lot better. It has Emmett in it- that automatically makes it more entertaining. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, related characters, anything related to Twilight, or anything else you may recognize. I am not Stephenie Meyer, I don't know her, nor am I associated with her in any way --Cries-- I'm not making money off this, not trying to copyright anything... I own nothing, in short. Thanks for not suing me.

--Note--: The disclaimer for the songs used is at the end.

The Summer Adventures of Edward and Bella

Adventure 2: Theme Songs

Was it so wrong to think it ridiculous to have to wear a jacket in June?

Crazy though it was, I sat in the living room of the Cullen house in a green hoodie and jeans, still shivering. It probably wasn't helping that I was curled up against Edward's frozen chest, but I'd take the cold over separation.

"Do you want a blanket?" he asked when I started rubbing my hands together.

"Well… yes," I surrendered. He chuckled, sliding me off his lap in order to get up and retrieve one of the few, unnecessary blankets they may own. He was back in twenty seconds, a large fluffy quilt tucked under his arm. In another second I was surrounded not only by the throw, but his cool arms as well. I sighed in contentment. This was all I ever asked for- warmth and Edward.

"Naptime for the human?" Emmett teased. I pouted and took Edward's hand when he hissed at his brother.

"Calm down…"

"I'll get him later," he muttered into my hair before he kissed it. I trembled again and felt my heart beat pick up. If only I could control my horrid blush…

"Looks like she's having a spasm," Rosalie commented.

He turned to glare at her. "Well, your obnoxious voice has, in the past, caused people to writhe in pain…" He turned back to me. "Not that you were writhing, love."

"No, it's fine-" I began.

She looked ready to retaliate, but Emmett broke in, "Hey now, let's not have the others come back to a pair of dismembered siblings…"

The air was tense after he'd said it. But it made me wonder… when were they coming back? Jasper, Alice, Carlisle and Esme were all out hunting, and while I didn't mind Emmett and his jokes, Rosalie wasn't my preferred company. I voiced my question aloud. Emmett thought for a second.

"Not sure… it may still be a while, though. Hmmm… We should do something to pass the time. I'm bored."

"And how am I boring?" Rosalie complained.

"Ah, yes, I guess there is something to do…" He flashed his brilliant teeth before their lips locked, and I watched their simple kiss heat up quickly. I turned away, blushing profusely.

"If you're going to do that, spare us from having to watch."

Rosalie surfaced for a moment to glare, but shrugged and simply said, "He's just jealous, Emmett."

Edward snorted, but with only a grace that he possessed while doing something so… unsophisticated. "You think I'm jealous of you kissing Emmett? Where your mind must wander, Rosalie-"

"Hey!" Emmett boomed over his brother and wife. "Will you two quit? I have a great idea!"

"This is the part where we leave," Edward said, standing me up as he got up from the couch.

"Where are you going?! This is way funner with more people!"

"'More fun', Emmett. And Bella and I are not interested in Truth or Dare, nor in any stripping games."

"While those would be equally as entertaining, I have a game that doesn't require any loss of clothing."

Edward sighed and asked, "What?"

"I'll be right back," Emmett announced, darting out of the room.

Edward glared at Rosalie. "If he comes back with handcuffs or something, I will seriously-"

"Okay! Let's get this party started!"

Emmett had returned, iPod in hand. His smile had me nervous- something about it just screamed: This house won't be in one piece by the time I'm done with this!

"Alright, it's quite simple. We're going to scroll through my iPod and find a theme song for each of us. Rose and I can be on a team, and you and Bella could be a team as well. We'll pick one person at a time and the team that the person isn't on can decide the song."

"Good idea, Emmy," Rosalie said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I don't know… I don't think I trust you." Edward gave his brother a skeptical look.

"It's not like you and Bella are about to go get it on or anything, Mr. Prudey Pants. What else do you have to do?"

My face flushed red. Thanks a lot, Emmett. In that moment, I was incredibly grateful that Edward couldn't read my mind, for there were quite a few mental images I wanted to erase. He glared at Emmett.

"Will it shut you up?"

He shrugged.

"Fine," Edward sighed. He sat on the couch facing his siblings' seat and pulled me onto his lap. He whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry about him."

"It's fine," I mumbled back, nestling into his shoulder.

"Okay, Eddie first…" Emmett and Rosalie sat side by side, his thumb practically invisible as he flew through his songs. He smirked, stopped, and showed Rosalie his choice. She nodded, imitating her husband's grin. Emmett leapt up and plugged his iPod into a USB connected to the biggest stereo system I've ever seen.

Edward looked frustrated. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't tell what they're thinking, and that look on Emmett's face does nothing to reassure me."

"Oh."

"This, dear brother, is for you…."

A familiar song filled the room:

I kissed a girl and I liked it

The taste of her cherry chapstick

I kissed a girl just to try it

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it

I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh, just a little. It was funny, though it was still Emmett's usual, slightly cruel sense of humor. In a second I was by myself on the couch and the music had stopped.

Edward stood by the stereo, Emmett's nano in hand. "May I ask why you have this song on your iPod?"

"May I ask why you don't?"

He scowled for a second, before I went over to join him, taking his hand. He seemed to calm down considerably. He even smiled- though it seemed… devilish, somehow.

"Rose's turn."

Oh. He obvious knew where he was going. Before I had the chance to blink, we were flipping through the "S's".

When he finally stopped, I looked at the screen. Rosalie already hated me. I wasn't about to take credit for what Edward had started.

"I have no part in this," I said firmly, making it clear that I was not to be blamed.

"For you, Rosalie…."

Maybe if I act like that

Flippin' my blonde hair back

Push up my bra like that

I don't wanna be a stupid girl

Rosalie certainly wasn't jumping up and down. Glancing up at Edward, I noted that his smirk had grown considerably in only a few short seconds. Emmett seemed to appreciate his brother's humor, giving him a small thumbs up while Rose's suffocating glare came close to burning a hole in Edward's head- not that he seemed to care.

"I choose now," she nearly growled. Again, my human senses were too slow to realize that she had grabbed the iPod and picked a song until the melody of "Clumsy" reached my ears.

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'

Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love (in love)

You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', fumblin'

Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love (in love)

So in love with you

For someone who hated me, she was certainly being merciful. I could have thought of a million other songs that fit my not-so-perfect personality traits. But it was a good pick: I was clumsy, and I was in love. Though I'd been a klutzy safety hazard long before I'd fallen in love. Even Edward knew that from the first few weeks of school we had together- we'd hardly spoken at all, and I was still close to being flattened by a van.

When Edward had had enough of Emmett's booming laugh, he swiped the iPod out of his sister's hand and placed it in mine.

"Huh?" I said, looking up at him with confusion.

"You haven't picked one yet. You choose for Emmett."

"But we're supposed to pick together," I insisted. I had no clue what song to choose. He couldn't make me do this by myself! I don't know why I needed his help so badly, but I didn't want to mess it up. They'd all chosen perfect songs- naturally- and it was inevitable that I'd be the one to mess it up.

"You didn't have any part in the first decision, so it's only fair that you pick the other one…" He pulled me a little closer, turning me to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Uh… um…" I stuttered, lost in his beautiful golden eyes. I put my hand on his upper arm, almost as if to steady myself and reassure him at the same time. "It's nothing… I just have no clue where to start."

He smiled sweetly. "Is that all? You always worry me… but go ahead, take your time. We have nothing else to do all day."

"Whoa there, bro," Emmett corrected, "I may be bored, but I'm not going to sit here and watch her take a year and half to scroll through songs. You have one minute."

"What?!" I panicked. "No way! I can't possibly look at a trillion songs in just a minute!"

"Better hurry…" he chided, tapping his watch.

"Emmett," Edward snarled- dangerously, I might add.

I ignored them as they argued, hoping it would buy me some time. It took them five minutes to settle their dispute, and in that time I had picked a good song- or so I hoped.

"Edward," I said, instantly pulling him out of his argument.

"Did you find one?" he asked.

"Yep. Emmett, I hope you like it." I smiled before I hit play. Edward glanced at the screen before hand and smirked at me, giving me a quick kiss and muttering "It's great," into my ear.

Macho, macho man, yeah

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)

I've got to be a macho!

Emmett burst into another round of hearty laughter, and I even managed to get a smile out of Rosalie.

Edward hugged me from behind and rested his chin atop my head. "Well, that was fun for a few minutes… what now? I doubt they'll be home for another hour, at least."

"Hmm…" Emmett droned. He thought on it for a minute while Edward tossed a few locks of my hair around. Rosalie sat and examined her eternally-perfect nails with Emmett's arm snaked around her waist.

"I've got it!" he announced. We all looked to him. "Well, we are picking out theme songs, are we not? And what would be a good time to play a theme song??"

Edward was silent for a second while reading Emmett's thoughts, and then started laughing uncontrollably himself. "My brother, that is the single most brilliant plan I've heard in a long while…"

"Thank you, thank you," he responded, taking a small bow to the left and right.

"Mind filling us in?" Rosalie asked sourly.

"Sorry, Rose, here's the plan…"

XxXxX

"Okay, okay, just a few more minutes!" Edward exclaimed excitedly. After eagerly discussing the plan we'd plotted, we'd laughed for a few minutes, then waited out the rest of the time by working on a way to make our scheme a reality.

The four missing Cullens were due to return from hunting soon, and they'd find a surprise waiting for them when they got home.

"Final check- is the music set?" Emmett asked his wife, who was to set the whole plot in motion.

"Yep. Has Alice seen anything?"

"She knows what we're doing," Edward reported. "And while she hates to see her husband humiliated, she thinks it would be funny. She's not about to put a stop to it."

"Good. I'd have to have a word with the little sprite if she decided to ruin my fun," Emmett said.

"Emmett, your generosity astounds me," I muttered sarcastically.

Suddenly, there were voices outside the door- they were barely loud enough for me to hear, but I caught them.

"Honey? What's wrong?" Alice asked. She was able to sound genuinely concerned. How could she keep a straight face when she was about to watch Jasper walk into such a hilarious demise?

"They all seem pretty… excited in there. Almost like they're anticipating something."

"They're only playing a board game. That's what I saw. Guess they're having fun."

"It's awfully quiet… is Emmett playing?"

"You think Edward would let him go all-out like he usually does when Bella's here?"

"True."

For a moment, I envied her ability to lie so easily… I'd never be able to pull off anything like that, especially on the spot.

"Come on, let's go," she urged. I saw the door handle turn, but Rosalie was a few seconds ahead. By the time the door was swung wide open, the song was blaring out the windows:

I'm an emo kid

Non-conforming as can be

You'd be non-conforming too

If you looked just like me

I have paint on my nails

And make-up on my face

I'm almost emo enough

To start shaving my legs

We all burst out laughing, doubling over when Jasper's face went from horror-stricken to livid.

"Turn… it… off…"

Rosalie couldn't oblige in the middle of her laughing fit, so Alice danced over and paused the song. "I'm sorry Jazzy, but," she giggled, "that was a little funny…"

"A LOT funny!" Emmett managed between his unnecessary gasps for air.

He only scowled and glared at his other brother. "I didn't expect this from you, Edward."

Edward began to calm down and looked his brother in the eye, my prized lopsided grin gracing his face. "Sorry, Jasper. It seems as though Emmett's beginning to rub off on me."

Emmett laughed more at that and then some as he watched Alice follow her husband up the stairs, trying to apologize in between her snickers.

Carlisle and Esme strode in, smiling as always. "Did you miss us?" she asked.

"Of course, Emse," Emmett replied with a grin- how uncharacteristically gentlemanly of him.

"Where did Jasper run off to?" Carlisle wondered aloud. We all started laughing.

"He's in his room writing depressing poetry," Emmett supplied.

"Painting his nails black," Rosalie said.

"Crying his eyes out the whole time," Edward added.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!"

More laughter echoed through the Cullen house.

A/N: I dunno about you guys, but this chapter was particularly amusing for me. I had songs for Carlisle and Esme and Alice, but didn't get around to those… Perhaps this chapter will get a sequel. I have no idea, ha ha. Anyways, disclaimer time! (Cuz I know you all love them.)

Disclaimer #2: I do not own any of the songs, including "I Kissed a Girl," by Katy Perry, "Stupid Girls," by Pink, "Clumsy," by Fergie, "Macho Man," by The Village People, or "The Emo Song," by Adam and Andrew. I don't own any other songs mentioned or recognized. I am not any of these artists, I don't know them, nor am I associated with them in any way. I'm not making money off their songs and I'm not trying to copyright anything. I own NOTHING. On that sad note, look out for chapter 3, ha ha.

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