A/N: Hello, my darling chickadees!!! Chapter 3.... er, 4? 3? Hmmm, I dunno, all I know is: it shall commence!!! I also have a Twitter, so go check it out! I'll put "important" Tweets about my stories!!! It's: twitter . com / chelseadacosta AND as I write this, I'm watching season 2 of True Blood! Eeeeep, can't wait for season 3! WARNING: Slight OOC on Edward's part. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Bella and Edward stared at each other uneasily. An initiation? Only God knows what Nic had in his devious mind.

Nic noticed the couples' anxious expression and said, "That's if you two even meet the Emocore standards."

The nervous look still lingered on Bella and Edward's face. They didn't know there was going to be a test of whether they were Emo enough or not. They figured if they dressed and acted like an Emo, they were as good as the actual thing. Point being, they didn't have an actual story to tell that wouldn't get them on the bad sides of the Emos.

Nic looked confuzzled as to why the vampire-human duo still looked uneasy, but shook it off. His ego told him it was because they sensed they were in the presence of a great a Emo cult leader. Edward let out an indaudable snort upon hearing Nic's ego centric thoughts.

Nic turned to his group and beckoned. A large, brick-like, eerie looking teen approached Nic, Bella, and Edward. The brick had his entire hair, styled in a wild dissaray, dyed a deep crimson red. His shirt had a a sketch of Gir on the chest. Nic, who was scrawny on his own, looked downright emaciated next to the brick-boy. A permanent grimace was fixed on the stalky boy's face.

Nic gestured to his large friend,"This is Jon Thomas, call him J.T, though. He's here to make sure you two don't try to make a run for it while we question you."

Edward caught a few thoughts of J.T's. They centered around death, murder, and what time he had to be at Ring Tones Up The Ying Yang for his , a strong and agile vampire, swallowed uncomfortably and pulled Bella closer to his side. J.T just glowered at the couple.

Nic cleared his throat and handed out papers to Edward and Bella, "All you two have to do is fill out this resume type-thingies answering the more inate questions, then I'll ask you the question that really decides whether or not you get into the cult."

Bella and Edward shared a a bemused look; the questions were sure to be interesting.


Full Name: Isabella Swan

Age: 18

Favorite Band: Panic! At The Disco

Favorite dog combination:Schnoodle (Why???)

Celebrity you'd most likely want to see maimed: Justin Bieber (More like Justin Beaver)

Favorite Fanfiction author: LindsayLibra72

Please include 20 dollars don't ask questions, JUST DO IT!


Name: Edward Cullen

Age:17

Favorite Band: My Chemical Romance

Favorite dog combination: Cacapoo

Celebrity you'd most likely want to see maimed: Miley Cyrus

Favorite Fanfiction author: MrS. kAy CuLlEn

Please include 20 dollars don't ask questions, JUST DO IT!


Edward glanced at Bella upon reading the last sentence of the resume. He reached into the pockets of his very tight jeans and pulled out two twenties for himself and Bella.

Bella shot Edward a dissaproving look but he handed Nic their resume and money before she could protest.

Nic snatched the papers out of Edward's hands and scrutinized the forty dollars Edward had given him. After he was sure Edward had no intentions of scamming him, he stuffed the resume thingies and money into two separate envelopes and handed them off to another one of the Emos. The Emo with the envelopes now in hand hastily scribbled the words "Win Stuff From Comix" on the front of both. The Emo kid then blew a small silver whistle, hanging on a chain around his neck, and then a a Collie appeared at the front door of Hot Topic. The Female Emo opened the door and threw the dog a biscut as it ran foward to the Emo with the envelopes. The Emo crouched down and trapped the envelopes safely under the Collie's collar. Thae Emo whispered something to the dog and then with a slight nudge to the Emo kid's face, the dog dashed out from the store.

An extremely pissed off expression made its leeway on Edward's face. Bella slightly nudged his side and gave him a questioning look. Edward just shook his head and threw a disgusted look towards Nic.

"What did you use our money for?" Edward asked through his teeth.

Nic tried to act non-chalant, "Oh, nothing. I just sent your resume to Comix Inc. so I could win a free hover board, nothing big."

Edward, for what seemed like the twentieth time that afternoon, pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation. He took two deep breathes and cleared his throat.

"You spent our money on a scam toy. The only thing you're going to get in the mail is a skateboard deck without the wheels and a little roll of parchment saying to you use your 'imagination' to fly it."

Nic glared at Edward, trying to look menacing while simultaneously trying to think of a good comeback. After a minute or so of Nic sputtering wordlessly, a little light finally clicked inside the scary mind of the child.

Nic straightened his back and looked the vampire right in the eyes, "Yeah? Well, your momma!"

The lanky Emo boy burst into a fit of laughter, and with his right hand encouraged the others to join his merriment. Edward and Bella stood amongst the other oddball children inconfuzzlement.

Edward put up a hand in attempt to stop the explosive laughter, "I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a comeback?"

Nic, who was now in a crouched position with his hands on his knees, looked up at Edward from underneath his bangs with a glower, "C'mon, Cullen. Let me have this victory just once."

Edward rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets and with sarcastic monotone said, "Oh, no. Your malicious words of callousness burn deep."

The Emos continued their chortling until Bella grew annoyed, "GUYS! Can you just give us our initiation objective?"

Nic straightened up and popped the non-existent collar of his t-shirt. J.T, who didn't even crack a smirk during the 'defeat' of Edward, deepened his glare directed at the vamp-human couple.

Nic gestured to J.T, then to the floor. J.T then rose to the floor on his hands and knees. Then, a much shorter Emo of the group sauntered his way out of the huddle and towards J.T. The Emo didn't look over the age of 12. He, unlike the other Emos, had a slight shag of a haircut. As usual, it was died black with purple and pink highlights. His shirt, oddly enough, had a picture of Shaun White skateboarding. The boy also wore thick rimmed, black glasses . The boy dug around hid pants pocket and pulled out an infirm, crumpled, coffee-stained piece of folded paper. Upon the paper's retrieval, he climbed onto J.T's back and stood up. He cleared his throat and read with a slightly girlish yet monotone voice, "Congratulations, you brooding child slash children. You are being considered a spot in Forks' Emo Society of Emo Stuff, A.K.A F. E. S. E. S."

Bella giggled, "Heh, he said 'feces'."

Edward was about to question Bella's maturity before he uncharacteristically laughed, "Hehheh, 'feces'...."

The boy read unshaken, " First, you must pass initiation 'insert-name/names-here'. Huh? Oh! I mean Edward and Bella. This initiation has three parts. The first being you must tell WHY you have gone Emo. The second being a test of Emocore, and the third participating in whatever theme day the day is today."

Edward nodded, "Easy, enough."

Nic grandly waved his hand at the vampire, "You're up, Eddie. Tell us why the successful Grade A child of a doctor has gone Emo. Remember, what answer you give will decide whether you continue to your next two challenges."

Edward shifted nervously under Nic's gaze. When the human put it that way, it made Edward's story sounded more pseudo and fictitious and just plain pathetic. He rubbed the back of his neck and his eyes shifted around the room. He started in a faux monotone accent.

"Well, I, uh, my puppies, um, were killed. Yeah, they were killed, and um..... I'm sad? And I live a life of drugs and cheap sex!"

Bella gave Edward an amused look at the last part of his "sob" story. He smiled sheepishly back. Nic nodded thoughtfully and whispered to his Emo friends.

He turned to Bella, "Your turn, princess."

Edward let a small growl rumble low in his chest. He glared at Nic.

Bella looked as confident as an Emo child could, "I'm dark and sensitive with low self esteem. I like to whine and hit my parentals. I bleed black and cry during class"

Edward gawked at her. All his Bella did was copy his poem's words. (Which, admittedly was stolen from Adam and Andrew's Emo Kid song, but still!)

Nic didn't even bother consulting his Emo team. He just smiled, "You're in, Bella."

He turned to give Edward a sardonic look, "You. Well, Cullen, you we'll have to work on."

Edward grumbled what sounded like a string of profanities.

Nic ignored Edward and explained what the couple had to do in order to be a "true" Emo, " Your initiation objective is to steal a valuable item from the Punks, A. K. A Robert Weathervane and his cult."

Edward and Bella looked at each other an unflappable emotion. With Edward's stealth skills, it'd be a piece of cake.

Nic noticed this exchange, "But because I'm feeling more mean than usual, Ima give you specific quota calls to fill. Edtard, you can help Bella form a plan, but only Bellsyboo here can put said plan into action."

Bella closed her eyes in defeat and hung her head back and groaned, "Dammit."

The younger Emo child of the group interjected, "We also have a slight contest going. The best possession we've stolen from Weathervane has been his autographed CD case of P!NK. If you manage to score better swag, then not only will you be in, but we might actually consider not signing you up for morgue work as a joke like we did to Gregory Stevenson whom you've never seen around the mall because, well, let's just say he's in a better place now."

Bella shuddered slightly, "I've come in contact with both over grown dogs AND bloodsucking creatures, and I've never been more creeped out than I am now."

Nic ignored Bella's complaint and continued, " Now, about the theme days. Every day, understandably, has a theme. Today, being a Friday, is Awkward Friday. It's a fabulous day where you must end as many sentences as possible with "in my pants" or "in bed"."

Bella had blushed a bright crimson whereas Edward groaned at Nic's immaturity. Though, he WAS the one laughing about the Forks' Emo thingie's unfortunate acronym sounding a lot like 'feces'.(Pardon my immaturity, I couldn't help but throw that nasty toilet humor in there. I guess watching South Park and Family Guy has taken a toll on my humor....)

Bella wanted to protest, but before she could so much as say a single word, Nic held up a balled fist. He lowered his head and opened his hand to reveal an ebony ball in the palm of his hand. He swiftly turned his hand upside down and released the ball, creating a smoke screen and an escape alibi. When the smoke cleared up, Nic and the Emos were no where to be found.

"Emos seem to be weirder than we feared," Edward whispered extremely annoyed.

Bella smiled with genuine happines, "I dunno, I'm kind of enjoying myself."


A/N: Okay, so kinda short, I know. And extremely immature. But hey, I have 9 more years before maturity needs to make its presence in my personality. This only introduces what Edtard and Bella have to do to be in the Emo crowd. Next chapter shall be titled "Mr. & Mrs. Cullen" for extremely parody reasons. You shall find out soon enough! P.S: My b-day was yesterday! I'm no longer an immature 11 year old, but an immature 12 year old!!! HUZZAH! I'm feeling extremely sleep deprived and I'm gonna hit the sack...... night!