(A/N I was going to have them just fight but I got a different idea, though I think it might have already been done, sorry if it has, I know it's a bit out there but they do hate each other and that WILL return after their weekend at the Hales residence is over.)
Chapter 9 ... Seven minutes in... Hell.
I glared forcefully hoping somehow to wipe that amused grin from his face. I wanted to hit it off, he was smiling smugly. His eyes lighting with humour, the green resembled the green leaves after a heavy (normal) shower of rain here in Forks, bright and refreshed.
It almost hurt to look at him sometimes, he's gorgeous, I gave up refusing to deny it. But I still hate him.
We had been in this damn closet for a minute and it was already killing me. I hate that I'm not claustrophobic; they wouldn't have never subjected this to me then.
The terrifying thing is we have to go back to dares after; yes dares because Alice for some reason was enraged with Jasper so switched the game to dares. Dares!
"How you holding up there, love?" Edward ran a hand through his unruly bronze hair.
I snorted. "Fuck you, Cullen"
"Temper, temper" he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Suck me!"
He laughed. The laugh must have been too sickly velvet for me; because I got this fluttery feeling in my stomach and felt instantly woozy. Yep, making me sick. If I'm in hospital, dying in disgust after being locked in a room with Cullen, he will pay.
"I hate them, I suspect they just wanted to talk in private; Alice made the 'we-need-to-talk-'cause-I'm-gonna-kill-you!' look to Jasper."
I know I sounded childish and immature but who wouldn't!
"Well, why don't-" he shook his head. "Naw. Doesn't matter"
I became very intrigued, very, very intrigued. I nodded for him to tell me but he only shook his head.
"Please" I pouted and somehow it worked.
"Well... I-um. Thought we could play with their minds a bit. Act like we're doing... stuff. Like make noise so they will crack and let us out- yeah, I agree stupid idea." He stuttered.
I smirked deviously. "I like it Cullen" He looked up shocked and I gave him a sadistic grin.
They were only in the living room and us in the hall closet, they would hear us no doubt.
I chuckled as Edward blushed. I understand why it amuses people when I blush... he's just too god damn cute... in a platonic way, well no, I hate him but... eh?
We both summarised how they would bust in and inspect –knowing Emmett and Rosalie- and we would get out of here before seven minutes.
I walked towards him and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt; he gulped and watched me wide-eyed.
"Easy there soldier. I'm just making it look...hmm... authentic."
He smirked and shook his head. He unbuttoned a few of my bottom buttons and re-buttoned them wrongly.
I mussed my hair and smiled. Edward could barely hold his laugh as I let out a loud moan, moving back to lean against the opposing wall. The hushed whispers in the other room halted and I grinned.
"Mmm, Edward!" I half moaned/screamed.
He chuckled adding a few groans in place and I covered my hand over my mouth.
I gasped for air, suppressing the urge to laugh too much that I hadn't been breathing.
Edward hummed "Belllla"
I smiled and slammed my fist against the wall making a large bang. I grabbed the broom in the corner and dropped it to the floor so they would hear it thinking we were getting it on, well Emmett would.
It was funny but I hope they wouldn't actually think Edward and I... yeah. Rose is too smart.
Edward grunted a few times as I screamed out; "Edward! Yes! Don't stop! Faster! Oh!" it sounded so stage acted. I've never been a good actress hence why I cannot lie.
Edward raised his eyebrow as I snickered, banging my back against the wall.
Edward groaned a few times, jeez it's like I'm putting all the work in... okay, now I sound like a nagging wife having boring sex with my husband, the same sex it has been for thirty-odd years. No spice.
The door flew open and they all looked amuse, Alice rolling her eyes, Rose smirking, Emmett wiggling his eyebrows and Jaspers eyes were filled with suppressed laughter.
"Can't con a coner, babes" Rosalie winked.
Damn, see Rosalie is too smart.
"Jeez. We thought we fooled ya!" I laughed sarcastically, fooling them was never the intention.
"Emmett fell for it straight away but darlin' we're too smart" Jasper said, his southern twang stronger than usual making Alice bite her lip and moan. Alice had an unhealthy obsession with his voice.
I laughed. "My turn" I grinned.
"Alice" I grinned. "I dare you to let me draw on your white Anna sui dress with Sharpie pens"
Her eyes widened and jaw dropped. "Wha-what? N-n-no!"
I shrugged. "You know what the chicken is..."
She sighed. "Fine" she went to retrieve her dress.
I took the black sharpie and drew a few swirls coming from the right shoulder strap, I wasn't mean enough to do anything else.
"wow" Alice breathed.
I chuckled. "Alice I wasn't going to kill it, I'm not that mean. Plus it looked too much like your plain Dior dress"
She smiled sweetly at me. "Rose" Alice gave Rose a meaning stare and Rose nodded. "I dare you to tell Emmett what really happened to his Smookie"
Rose's eyes naroowed.
"What do you mean what really happened to Smookie?" Emmett screamed.
"I'm so sorry, Emmett" Rose grimaced. "You left the room but you had pulled the string. It started chanting: 'I Wuv you!' I got pissed because it was when we hadn't told each other we looked the other yet and I was on my period and um... the little fucker pissed me off and the pen was just so close..." she whispered.
"You stabbed Snookie!" Emmett whined.
Rose nodded. "I was a little upset..."
"You don't think Snookie would be upset, you defaced my teddy!" Emmett bellowed.
He grabbed her up by her arm, hard. And pinned his body against hers. He growled and bit her collarbone.
You could see he was mad and I guessed angry sex was the cure.
He pulled her to the stairs but not before Rose said to me. "Bella I dare you to agree to date every boy who asks"
What? Fuuuck!
So what did you think, tut tut Bella and Edward.
R.I.P – SNOOKIE!
Please review, because I think I'm doing a bad job. Be Honest, If no one likes it, I'll stop writing.
