Sorry it's been a couple of days. I'm at my grandma's and her internet is soooooo slow. Anyway, enjoy.
Bella POV
I finally figured out what to do about Nessie. Since Emmett taught her how to be a prankster, he can teach her how to behave. I decided to talk to him about it. Knowing him, it would take a long talk to get him to understand what I want.
"Emmett?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Did you teach Nessie to be a prankster?"
"Well, um, yeah," he admitted.
"Alright then. You can teach her how to behave.
I expected to hear him ask what I meant, or, why or something, so I was surprised when he answered, "Alright."
He bounded away yelling, "Death to talking pineapples!" Hmm. Random.
Nessie POV
Rachelle and I were still sitting on the steps when Uncle Emmett came up to us.
"Nessie?"
"Yeah?"
"You're in trouble," he announced.
"Duh."
"Well, so am I!" he exclaimed.
"Good for you."
"Your Momma's mad at me. She said that since I taught you how to pull pranks, I have to teach you how to behave."
I snorted. "Yeah, like that's gonna happen."
"Nessie, pulling pranks is a serious offense. You need to learn how to behave so you can become a nice young lady."
I stared at him. Did those words just come out of Uncle Emmett's mouth? How could he have said something that made sense? He still thinks 2 + 2 = 22.
"What?" he asked when he saw me staring.
"Did you really just say that?"
"Yup."
"Did you know what it meant?"
"Nah. Too many big words. Like offense."
"Then why would you even say it?" I asked.
"Your Momma told me to."
"Oh. So, are you actually gonna teach me how to behave?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Well, then what are you going to teach me?"
"I'm gonna teach you how to be the ultimate prankster."
Rosalie POV
I can't believe Nessie threw paint at me. I cared for her for the past three years. I protected her while she was still in Bella's stomach. And this is what I get in return? What did I do to deserve this?
I followed Nessie's scent to the dining hall. Her and her friend were alone on the steps, but this place was still very . . . public.
"Nessie, would you come with me for a minute?" I asked.
"Sure."
Her and her friend got up and followed me behind the dining hall. I didn't really want the human there, but she'd thrown paint at me too, so it couldn't hurt.
"So," I asked. "Do you know why we're here, Nessie?"
"I have an idea," she mumbled.
I waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't say anything else. Finally, I asked, "So . . . why'd you throw paint at me?"
"It was funny."
Funny? Funny? It was not funny! I knew I shouldn't have done it. But I did. I had to. I reached out ad slapped her across the face. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"You threw paint at me, and you were being the biggest brat I'd ever seen." I turned to glare at her friend. "I'd slap you too, but I'm not related to you."
"Thank God," she mumbled.
Okay, that's it! I was about to slap her, too, but Nessie, seeing what I was about to do, put her hand on my face. She reminded me that her friend was still human, and that I could hurt her. Not that I cared. And, also, that if I did slap her, I'd probably be fired. That probably wouldn't be that bad, considering the fact that I hate it here, but then I'd have to face the wrath of Esme. And that would be just plain scary.
