I loved writing this chapter, Emmett is such a great character to write about. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Nessies POV
I'm woken by the loud sound of cymbals right by my head. My eyes fly open to see Uncle Emmett smiling down at me with cymbals in his hands.
"What the hell?!" I ask him.
"Get up!" When I just stare at him, he claps them together again and again until I slowly start getting out of bed. I porously bump into him on my way to my bathroom. "You will pay for this." I promise.
"Yeah yeah, just hurry up, we've got a fun day ahead of us."
"I can't believe we're doing this, we're going to get in so much trouble!" I whisper to Uncle Emmett.
"loosen up, live a little."
My stomach is twisting and I'm scared, but this is going to be great.
We're next in line to order at McDonalds, and Uncle Emmett came up with a great plan.
When its our turn I order the chicken nuggets, as soon as the lady hands the box to us, Uncle Emmett grabs them away from me.
"I knew it!" He yells.
The girl at the cash register looks disturbed. "What's wrong?" She asks, probably thinking he's having a mental break down.
"You sick, twisted people!"
Now I'm holding back a laugh, as the people from the kitchen come to see what's going on.
I turn around in mock horror, pulling his sleeve "We're surrounded!" I say, making my voice shake.
"Run Nessie, run! Save yourself! I'll hold em'!" Uncle Emmett yells, while using his fingers as a pretend gun and making blasting noises.
I run to the door and as soon as I'm outside start laughing until I can't catch a breath. Uncle Emmett is escorted outside by the manager a few minutes later.
"What next?" I say mischievously as Uncle Emmett gets back in the car.
We pull into the parking lot at Target, I watch the innocent people going in for a moment, smiling hugely. This time we have no plan, I'm just supposed to follow Uncle Em's lead.
Inside we go straight to the camping section, Uncle Emmett finds a tent pack and opens it, in no time at all he has the tent built and is pulling it to the middle of the aisle. He motions for me to sit in it with him. People who are walking by stop and stare at us for a second.
Uncle Em bursts out 'black socks' the song that we use to sing when we went on overnight hunting/camping trips. I join him for the second verse. As we increasingly get louder, more people gather to watch us. I feel my face burning with a blush but keep singing. Then he grabs my hand and we do 'pati cack.'
The store owner comes and tells us we have to get out, he follows us to the door. Just as we're about to leave, the speaker comes over the PA saying that blenders are now on sale for 9.99. Uncle Emmett drops to his knees, holding his head in his hand and yells "The voices! Their back!"
I do the same and start humming as if to block out the noise. The Owner grabs us by the arms, attempting to pull us up.
"Why can't you just leave us alone!" Uncle Emmett wails dramatically.
I bite my lip, holding back another fit of laughter.
"Sir, you need to leave the property before I call the cops." The guy tells him.
Uncle Emmett rocks back and forth on his knees, chanting 'not real, not real, not real.'
When the guy leaves to phone the cops, Uncle Emmett grabs my hand and we run out of the store.
Our final plan for the day was to run around the park in Port Angeles with water guns, squirting everyone, but don't get to because it starts to rain.
Uncle Emmett drives us home, both of us laughing about the ridiculous face of the Target owner.
"How often do you do this?!" I ask, it seems like he's well practiced on the art of crashing places.
"I don't know, whenever Jasper feels up to messing with people. One time we went to a convenient store and threw gummy bears at people. Then Jasper made the cashier have a melt down."
"Your insane!"
"I like to think of it as... living with out regrets."
Haha, Emmett is a lot like my big brother, I got the McDonalds idea from something my brother did with his best friend a while ago. It was great.
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