Disclaimer-
Emmett- Do you own anything?
Me- No.
Emmett- Good girl.
EmPOV
"Okay! So what have you learned so far?" I asked Nessie. We were in her bedroom. I turned it into a class room like setting.
"Always block your number. Disguise your voice. And don't prank call you," Nessie repeated what I have been teaching her.
"And why don't you prank call me?" I asked.
"Because Emmett knows all," Nessie said rolling her eyes.
"Good! You just passed prank calling 101!" Finally! "Are you ready to start prank calling?"
"Sure!"
"Okay. Who should we prank call first?" I thought aloud.
"How about that Lauren kid that my mom's always complaining about?" Nessie suggested. My neice is a genius!
"Okay Ness. This is your one shot! Give it your best!" With that I handed Ness my phone. She was a pro at this!
(A/N Lauren is Italics Nessie and Emmett are Bold)
Hello?
Yes. This is Fredrisha. From the National Mustard Association. Nessie said in a southern accent. Similar to Jasper's.
Ya? What do you want?
Yes. This call was just to confirm your order for seventy-five gallons of mustard. Do you really like mustard THAT much? Do you put it on hot dogs? You probably have hot dogs for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Shut up, Jessica. I know it's you. I took the phone from Nessie.
This is not the Jessica you are looking for. I said in my scariest voice.
Who are you!
Beotch, you're whiter than sour cream. I said in my best gay guy voice.
Oh my God! Who are you! I'm too hot to die! Nooo!
Mkay, bye! I shut my phone. That was hilarious! "Oh my Jesus! That was amazing!" I said to Nessie.
"I know! Lauren's a blond right?" Nessie asked,
"Ha. You bet!" I screamed. Then I heard police sirens. "RUN, BITCH, RUN!"