The Explosion

Bella's Point Of View

(I was going to do this one in Edward's, but the only words he was thinking would make this a rated M story… A lot of four letter words. None of them being 'love'.)

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I rolled my eyes at Edward. I felt no fear for some reason. I think the gas fumes were still getting to me.

"Oh, calm down Edward! You have another one!" I said.

His eyes went wide. "You—it was—oh my—I can't believe—Holy sh—BELLA HOW COULD YOU?" He sputtered.

It was amusing to watch him try to come to terms with the fact that it was me who ignited his car. He was just standing there, eyes bulging, spluttering nonsense, while the rest of us watched in fascination wondering what methods he would use to kill me.

"What is that smell? It's like… if someone got a jar filled with foot fungus and toenail clippings and lit them on fire then dumped it in a sewer," Emmett said.

I frowned at him. "My socks don't smell that bad!"

"Well, something sure does! Oh, and I'll take this time to tell you guys something important," Rosalie began, but she didn't have time to finish because Edward chose this crucial moment to become articulate.

"Bella? I thought you loved me…" he whimpered. "How could you do this to my pride, my joy?"

"Well, Edward… It all started with… um… I dunno. The pillow fights between you and Carlisle… Whoa, it's so bright… why aren't you all sparkly?"

He frowned. More so than he was already, which is pretty darn frowny. First, his car is set on fire, and then his fiancé gets loopy from the gasoline fumes. All in all it was a pretty tough day for him.

Rosalie cut in to say, "Guys, really, you need to know something about cars… and fire. You see—"

"No, no, Rosie… Just relax and enjoy the moment. Look at the pretty fire… so… pretty… Look how it is all different colors… All bright and shiny and—WOW…"

BOOM! BANG! ESPLODING NOISES!

The car blew up.

The Volvo was no longer.

Because, you see children, when you light a car on fire, the fire spreads until it reaches the gas tank… And we already know what happens when you put flames on gasoline…

We watched as the itty bitty pieces of Volvo flew through the air.

Then Jasper shrieked. Edward bent down and yanked up a piece that had embedded itself in Jasper's foot.

It was the Volvo logo.

"I will avenge you!" Edward yelled into the night...

The End…

Hello, this is Mojo's sister here, live from… um… her bedroom. She is currently unable to post because she is on the floor having some sort of fit… She keeps mumbling, "Reviews…" Wheeze… "Reviews…" Wheeze… "So… many… reviews…" Wheeze… So, yeah... Bye.

Peace out,

---Mojo… who is also loopy, but from lack of sleep. Not from sniffing gasoline. Really.

P.S. (Heh heh… Does anyone know what that means? I do…I didn't used to...(See what I meant about loopy?)) I wanted to thank JASPERHALEFOREVER for this wonderful idea. Read her stuff. Now. GO! …And Queen Annie-Ferny Cullen for telling me what I did wrong in a nice way…I think I did better this time. And for all the little people— OW! That hurt! Don't throw things at me! Fine, fine, I'm going!

I hope the explosion met your expectations. I'm gonna go sleep now... There might be a one shot sequel. Maybe.