A/N As well all know I'm not one for doing large author notes that take up most of the page that my story is written on *coug cough* TALI!! *cough cough* Hopefully when we post this the pro's con's list won't get messed up from it's format, if it does than um....you can probably guess which ones are pro's and which one's are con's so yeah.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Sophie, and this story idea, etc.
Lalala-lalopittyda. Hehe I made a new tune, I giggled. I was sitting on my queen sized, please ignore the pun, bed in plaid green, blue, and white pj bottoms, and a light grey cami. I tapped my chin with my balding face pen, and looked intensly at my notepad.
The Pro's and Con's of Zammy
Pro's Con's
- Well, Tali and Emmett like her.-Everyone else hates her.
- I could make her sleep in the laundry room - She'd probably like it there.
- If she wasn't so hyper she'd be pretty fun to hangout with.-Like that'll ever happen.
- She's too loud..
- It would be good for publicity, I mean taking in an orphan mole child...
"Hmph." I said pouting, the pro's and con's were even. Ugh I hate this. I hate her. I hate this place. I hate ruling. It's too much pressurizedositically for me! I mean Jeana's got me out of the house for atleast 18 hours a day, Zammy just tried to eat the gardener, and some of his tools, and Emmett and Tali refuse to believe that they aren't dogs!
And to make matters worse, Zammy has taken refufe in the corner of my room and is worshipping her Jasper shrine, I looked more closely, oh god, she had part of the gardeners hat in her mouth. I sighed, I don't even know how, but Tali, and Em convinced Carlisle to let them take the Elephant home, so Dumbo also found refuge in my room. Given it was a big room, but still!
I threw my hands up in the air, "OY-FREAKING-VAY!" I shouted.
I heard a quiet tapping at the door. I sighed, "you might as well come in too, everyone else is!" I shouted.
Someone, I would NEVER expect in a million years stepped in, high heeled shoes, skinny jeans, and a fire engine red camisole, Rosalie.
"OMG! ROSALIE!" I squealed and v-jumped on her from my bed, which was a good 30 feet, hey the room was big.
She smiled brightly. "Well this is awkward." I said, letting go. "I thought you always hated me, well 'cause of the Edward thing..." I said.
"No, that was just an act, I just always hated Bella period. Too damsel-in-destress like," She said casually."
"You know what? I always felt the same way! God she really got on my nerves." I agreed. "Well anyway, what're you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, you know when I "asploded"?" She asked.
"Yeah.." I said.
"I was actually 'zapped' to this place. And just been hanging around. I was actually at the circus and saw you guys crash that place, so I followed you guys to here!" She explained, cheerily.
"Thank god, I needed someone evil mind to help take down this girl. She's already eyeing Jasper, and Edward and I hate her. Alice and Esme think she's cute. Emmett's all buddy buddy with her also. And she used to be Tali and my neighbor, but I always hated her." I said.
"Hm..." She said, tapping her chin with her french manicured nail. "I've got it!" She exclaimed a minuite later thrusting her finger into the air, with a 'EUREKA!' expression. "okay, I'm going to need...3 tubs of pudding, 5 pounds of live lobsters, silver sparkly duct tape....and a couple of human sized cages.." She said.
I wrote it all down, grabbed a wad of cash, and we both shot out the door.
Two minutes later we were casually walking into Super Target, trying to be descreet(sp) but obviously people were going to stare, because A.) I was the queen of this damn place, and b.) vampire beauty. It was flattering that people looked but it got annoying, anyways.
We split up going down all the isles searching for what we needed. One of the awesomest perks of being a vampire, and queen, is people listened to your every word. I went up to the courtesy desk, where a semi-sweaty, messy haired boy who was about 16 was reading a playboy magazine.
"Um, excuse me?" I asked politely, tapping on the counter.
The boy jumped up and quickly hid his magazine, "y-yeah?" he asked, blushing.
"Yeah, um, Chet?" I asked reading his name tag, "I was wondering if you guys carried kennel/cages about 7ft x 7ft?" I asked, smiling sweetly.
He blushed beat red, "y-yea.. well n-no, but I can get you some if you need them? How many do you need?" He asked.
"Three," I heard Rosalie whisper from a couple isles down.
"Three, please." I said.
He ran out of the store and ten minutes later came back with a dolly( you know those mini cart things that help move heavy things around) and 3 kennel-cages stacked on top of one another.
"This is perfect!" I squealed, and hugged the boy. I handed him a couple thousand dollars, grabbed the dolly and shot down the isle to find Rosalie wrestling with a very large blonde woman.
"Rosalie...." I started to say but she cut me off.
"Hold on, Soph!" She said, grunting, " I almost got it!"
"Got wha-" I started to ask but than I saw she was wrestling for the last lobster, the cart was already full but obviously, Rose had to have the last of it.
We were also able to buy out the whole pudding stock, and than had to resort to gettin the supply of it they had in the back, and same with the duct tape. We paid for everything else and made our merry way out of the store, half way across the road from the store to my car, we were stopped suddenly by a black ferrari. We both screamed and dropped everything.
Alice stepped out of the car in all leather clothing, and two large shoping bags.
"I want in, too." She said, smiling wickedly.
We gathered the stuff and packed in into the cars and made our way to the BDZ head quarters. Or better known as, Bring Down Zammy head quarters.
