I looked around Rosalie's walk-in closet, desperately searching for something to wear. Hmm… no, she already wore that. No, that doesn't match. No that's too fancy. No, that's too… hmm… why doesn't she wear that more around me? Oh! Crap! FOCUS! Ok… umm… no… UGH! Is being a girl really this hard?
"Hello?" came my masculine voice from outside the door. Wow, this would take some getting used to. "Em—umm, I mean Rosalie? Because, I'm Emmett! Uh, are you done?"
"No!" I replied. "Will you help me?"
"Uh… sure." The closet door opened, and I saw myself come inside. No! It's Rosalie! I have to remember that!
"What are you doing?" Asked Rosalie.
"Trying to find something to wear." I replied, looking hopelessly at the rack.
Rosalie groaned. "Well, you're doing it wrong! First of all, this is the wrong closet! I keep all my school clothes in my 5th closet! You should know that about me!"
"Ok! Ok! Just find me something to wear!"
"Fine." Rosalie came back five minutes later with a hot-pink sweater, black skinny jeans, and—I gasped—hot pink stilettos.
"I'm not wearing those." I said.
"Oh, yes you are! Girls envy my sense of fashion, and you are not messing that up!" She scolded.
I was about to reply when someone cleared their throat in the doorway. We both looked over, and saw Carlisle standing there with a confused expression.
"Emmett," He said, "I had no idea girls envied your sense of fashion."
"They don't!" Rosalie and I exclaimed at the same time. "They just—"
Carlisle held up his hand. "No, don't explain. I'm leaving now."
As soon as he left, I sighed. I couldn't wait until we got turned back.
Sry this chpter is so short. I'll make tha nxt one longer. Ths one was basically jst a filler. SRY! :O