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The Slumber Party

"Then Alice emerged from her bathroom, a make-up bag in hand.

If Emmet could have fainted, he would then."

"You are kidding! You are kidding!" Emmet wailed (2nd time tonight for anyone counting)

"Heheh, you wish," Rosalie said.

"Rosalie! You… BETRAY ME?"

"Normally, no. But this is just good sleepover fun, Emmet. Chill," She grinned at Emmet.

"Besides," Alice continued, "You were trying to wreak our slumber party, weren't you?" She was smiling dangerously. Emmet was scared. Very, very scared. "Never try sneak up on someone who can see the future Emmet. Just a tip."

"Look at the bright side," Esme added cheerfully with an undertone of evil scariness, "Now you're part of the festivities."

"JAAAAASPEEEER! CAAAARLIIIIIIISLE! EEEEEEDWAAAARD!" Emmet tried as a last resort.

Zip! Zip! Zip!

Three people appeared in the door way, looking fairly curious.

"Oh, hello, Esme," Carlisle greeted cheerfully, "How's the party going?"

"Just grand!" She assured him.

Carlisle saw Emmet and frowned. "When was he invited and I wasn't?"

"Maybe you don't see the chains BINDING ME TO THE CHAIR!" Emmet yelled.

Without even looking away from the doorway, Alice and Bella said in the same toneless voice in unison, "Gag him."

Edward looked shocked at Bella.

Bella grinned and waved at him.

"Um, having fun, Bella?" He asked cautiously.

"Tons!"

Rosalie grinned wickedly. "We have more chairs if you three would like to join Emmet."

Zip! Zip! Zip!

"GONE! ALL GONE! Won't anyone help save poor little ol' me!" Emmet yelled after them

Edward, Carlisle and Jasper's head peeked in the doorway.

Emmet beamed, "In knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

Jasper grinned, "Actually no. I don't want to end up like you will. I just wanted to point out that you're not poor. You're pretty rich really."

"And I wanted to add that you aren't exactly 'little' either," Edward chimed in.

Emmet scowling at the threesome said, "And I suppose that you, Carlisle, wanted to point out that I'm not actually me."

Carlisle looked startled, "Why, no, of course not. That wouldn't make sense at all. I just wanted to see if they'd stared beautifying you yet. I see they haven't."

And with three more zips, they were gone.

Emmet hung his head.

"Now now. We can't do your makeup if you're head is down." Alice chided.

"Yay?" Emmet ventured.

"Nay," Alice corrected, as Rosalie lifted his head up.

Meanwhile downstairs

For those of you who've heard about times in the 1920's (correct me if I'm wrong, which I probably am) for entertainment, families would gather around their family radio and listen to whatever program happened to be on.

Well, in the Cullen's living room, a similar sight could be seen.

Except for the part that only Carlisle and Jasper were listening.

And Edward was the radio.

"What's happening now?" Carlisle demanded of Edward in a very un-Carlisle way.

"Ack, All I hear in Emmet's mind is a bunch of screaming. And oh… you don't want to hear what he's thinking now. Apparently he has a lot of things to say to us later…"

"Yikes," Jasper commented. "I think I might be gone later."

"Good plan," Carlisle agreed, already looking at the coat rack. (if they have one)

"Um, not according to Emmet," Edward interrupted, "After he's done err… telling us what he thinks of 'the major abandonment', he's going to make us help with his schemes. OH! He has a big plan for you Jasper! Glad it's not me…" Edward shuddered.

"What is it?" Jasper demanded.

"Whoah. Dude, that's scary. I just saw what Emmet looks like from Alice's thoughts. I think they're done. I hope for Emmet's sake their done. Uh oh. They are not done. If ever you guys hope to save Emmet it's NOW! Oops, too late. I hope that isn't permanent."

"WHAT?" Carlisle and Emmet shouted in unison.

"You'll see," Edward said.

"Cryptic doesn't work for you, Eddie," Jasper said dryly, then "EEP!" As a blur hurled toward him.

"EDWARD! DOWN!" Carlisle shouted.

He managed to pull Edward away.

"Never. NEVER! Call me 'Eddie'," Edward hissed.

"Or what?" Jasper shot back cheekily.

"Or…" Edward grinned slyly, "I'll call you… JASMINE!"

"ACK, NO!" Jasper wailed.

"Ack, yes!"

"Ack No!

"Ack-"

"Enough!"

"Fine. You don't have to be such a spoiled sport, Carlisle."

"Excuse me! Who pays for your collage tutition!"

"Uh, I do."

"Oh. Sorry about that."

"Who's up for Thunder Ball?"

"No thunder."

"Bummer."

"Totally."

"EMMET'S COMING!"

"HOORAY!" Three voices shouted.

"Sob," Said a voice from upstairs.

Then, quite dramatically I might add, a red carpet rolled down the stairs.

And down came Emmet.

No makeup had been spared.

His face was paler than usual, though due to makeup or emotion was untellable.

But that wasn't what had everyone shocked and staring. It was… HIS HAIR!

Bright, Bubble Gum Pink, and shaped into a Mohawk.

"What do you think?" Bella asked cheerfully, following Emmet along with Esme, Rosalie, and Alice.

"Very… uh… interesting!" Carlisle snapped to attention first. The other two joined him.

"Very interesting!"

"Most interesting I've ever seen!"

The girls beamed.

They were unable to stare at Emmet any longer however, for he dashed off before anyone could stop him.

They shrugged. "Maybe he won't try to wreak our sleepover anymore." Rosalie said.

Edward, Jasper and Carlisle: Shifty Eyes

"What's with the shifty eyes?" Bella asked.

"Shifty eyes? What shifty eyes?" Carlisle asked.

"Your eyes. They were shifty."

"They were? Oh my. All involuntary?"

"Oh nevermind."

"Okay!"

Emmet came dashing back into the room, his normal self, though somehow he'd managed to keep on the right makeup to make him look like a classic Dracula.

Except for the Mohawk part, but he didn't seem to mind it so much, only say, "I wish it weren't pink. But the Mohawk part of it is way awesome, dude!"

"Now what are you guys going to do?" Bella asked.

"Maybe, go see a movie?" Esme asked, but it was actually more of a demand.

"Yep!" The guys said quickly and left.

"Now what?" Esme asked.

"Prank calls," Rosalie said.

"Prank calls?" Bella repeated.

"Esme can throw her voice," Alice added, "it's amazing."

Author's Note: CLIFF HANGER! Sort of anyway. As much as this story will get. Hope you enjoyed (and that I'm not being too mean to Emmet)!

Oh and by the way. If you read this Stephanie Meyer, no disrespect is intended toward your characters.