(A/N:) Okay, I'm making another fanfiction because I don't like being made fun of for my tiny lips ways. By the way – they are not as tiny as Rachel made them out to be. Oh, and Rachel doesn't have a big forehead either. She did in kindergarten though. It was hilarious. So, I'm not gonna make fun of my friends on this one. Anyways, on to the story.
-Anna
Emmett's POV:
Today started out weird again. I was walking (well skipping, actually) down the hallway when I saw Bella. She was spinning around in circles mumbling something about the color yellow. So I walked past her, but of course I threw a quarter at her first. It hit her head and she fell down. But then she got up. AWWWWW!
"What's this?" she asked herself while picking up the quarter. "It's shiny. And circular. OME!! This must be a bomb!!"
Then she whirled past me, but she doesn't have vampire speed. I laugh.
Bella's POV:
I had just discovered a bomb and I was scared. So I ran to Edward.
"EDWARD!!" I screamed.
He turned around. "Yes, my love?"
I held up the bomb. "Edward, do you know what this is?!"
"A quarter?"
"NO! Edward, how could you be so naïve??"
He looked mad. "Then what is it?"
My eyes widened. "A bomb."
"A BOMB!" he shrieked. "OH NO! GET IT AWAY!" He slapped it out of my hand.
"EDWARD!" I screamed. "YOU COULD HAVE JUST BLOWN UP YOUR WHOLE HOUSE!!"
"OH NO!! THAT SHINY IS EVIL!!"
I ran to pick it up. "Where shall we dispose of this devil creation?"
"My backyard?"
"NO! It could blow up your house!"
"Oh, hmm…"
Then Jasper came up and slapped our foreheads. "COULD'VE HAD A V8!" he screamed. Then he ran away.
"OH NO!" Edward squealed. "I DIDN'T HAVE MY DAILY DOSE OF V8 JUICE THIS MORNING!! I'M GOING TO TURN INTO A SAVAGE WHO LIVES OFF OF DIRT!" Then he ran and went emo in a corner.
"Edward," I slapped him, "where are we putting this evil shiny bomb?"
"OOH!!" he squealed in delight. "Let's put it under Jacob's bed!"
So we drove to La Push laughing maliciously. MUAHAHA! Then we arrived at Jacob's house. Edward said he'd wait in the car because he didn't want to catch the ugly. So I slipped in Jake's window. He was asleep. He snored loud!
I silently slipped the bomb under his sheets. I giggled then ran to the window. I forgot to jump, so I ran into the wall. It hurt. Then I jumped out the window and waited in the yard for the explosion.
Then I heard a girlish squeal. "OOH! A QUARTER!! I'M PUTTING THIS IN MY PIGGY BANK! Here you go Mr. Oinkers.
OH! Backfire! I ran to the car and we drove away.
Moral of the story: Always drink your V8 juice.
(A/N) I'm sorry that story was terrible. Maybe one of my buddies will write a better one.