When You Can Live Forever, Why Not Have Some Fun?
Summary: Emmett McCarty died after a bear attack in 1935. Little did he know, the fun was just beginning. (Rated M for language and potential lemons. It's Emmett, so who knows what he'll make me write him doing?)
Author's Note: There will be no overarching plot for this besides "Emmett loves being a vampire and does funny stuff," and the individual scenes will probably be pretty short. I've collected a few plot bunny ideas thanks to the fabulously weird fandom on Facebook, TikTok, and Reddit, but am always open to you lovely readers giving me suggestions in PMs and comments. If you have always wanted to see Emmett do something weird and wonderful, leave me a suggestion!
This scene comes directly from a question posed in one of the Facebook groups. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: To Whom It May Concern
Emmett sat alone at a lunch table in Forks High School one morning, carefully blocking thoughts about whatever he was doing from Edward.
"This can't be good," Edward muttered to Jasper, who was sitting beside him.
The blonde vampire let out a small bark of a laugh. "Whatever he's doing, he's having a hell of a lot of fun with it," he said.
At that moment, the bell rang and the assembled students scattered to make it on time to their first classes of the day. Catching up to his taller, brawnier brother, Edward sighed when he zeroed in and realized Emmett was still blocking his thoughts.
"You can quit reciting 'Goodfellas,' Emmett. You've run through the movie ten times in the last few days."
"It's an awesome movie and deserves all the appreciation I can give it," Emmett laughed as they settled into their seats in American Government.
The thoughts of the rest of their classmates swirled around Edward as the bell rang and Mr. Johnson entered the room. "Welcome back to our discussion of the First Amendment and its related court cases, class," the balding teacher said, setting his briefcase down on the desk.
"Today, we will discuss issues of prayer and religious symbolism in public spaces, which applies to both freedom of speech and freedom of religion cases," he continued.
As Mr. Johnson turned to write something on the board, Emmett raised his hand. The Cullen boys only spoke when directly asked a question; they kept to themselves and never volunteered any information.
Even more disarming than Emmett's raised hand was the broad, mischievous smile on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Johnson asked.
Rising from his seat with a sheet of paper in his hand, Emmett approached Mr. Johnson's desk. "Apologies for our absence the last couple of days, sir. I believe this note should cover the reasons."
Emmett handed the paper to the teacher. As Mr. Johnson's eyes scanned the note, he read the words in his head.
"Oh my God, Emmett, you complete asshole," Edward whispered viciously, low enough that none of the human ears could hear. "Writing a note from 'Carlisle' that says, 'Please excuse Edward from school for the last two days. He was busy sitting in the woods alone brooding because he thinks he's an irredeemable monster'? What the hell?"
Emmett bent over in his seat, laughing hysterically.
Mr. Johnson raised his eyebrows at Emmett, and a few students turned to look toward the vampire practically rolling on the floor with mirth. The teacher crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash can beside his desk.
"One problem with your little joke," Edward hissed. "You somehow managed to misspell Carlisle's name."