Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer :bows to Stephanie Meyer:

"The Kid"'s lisp is courtesy of ,xxFreesiaxx who told me the kid should certainly have a lisp in this story. I hope I did it okay. I'm still not sure on what a lisp sounds like.

Author's Note: Thank you all you wonderful reviewers! Sorry this chapter is so late; I wouldn't be surprised if everyone's forgotten it by now. Well, I hope this gives you a laugh. Enjoy!

Remember to send any ideas or suggestions to make this story better in reviews! Input is crucial :D

Oh, and sorry if Edward's a little ooc in the beginning.

This chapter is sort of an intermission between rides and kinda short. Let me know what you think. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's getting too weird.

Chapter 13 – That Unlucky Number or Weird kid, that'n or Emotion Attack

(A/N: If you review when the chapter is over, please tell me what chapter title you liked best or think fit best)

"Faster! FASTER! I think they're GAINING ON US! RUN FOR YOUR UNDEAD LIVES! Hold the phone; undead 'lives'? That doesn't make sense. RUN FOR YOUR UNDEAD SELVES! And Bella, you run for your un-undead self, 'kay?" Emmet yelled as the odd group ran from their latest adventure. Luckily, he was talking at that hyper speed pace, so no non-vampires heard a word he said. So, they weren't getting weird looks because of that. No, it was because a group of five people (one with a girl slung over his shoulder) running through the park at break neck speed.

"Put me down!" Bella screamed at Jasper, who had been the closest to Bella at the time of their escape.

They began to slow their mad dash as Bella's screams continued. People watched fascinated because they remembered Emmet earlier performance and thought this a play act of a kidnaping. How fun.

Bella looked ready to attempt biting Jasper when he finally set her down, much to Edward's relief.

"Bella, I'm glad you're okay! I thought Jasper was going to kill you!"

"Say what now?" Jasper demanded.

"I thought he might run you into a pole or something."

Jasper began spluttering as Emmet's eyes lit up and he eagerly joined the conversation.

"Yah! He could have!" Emmet said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Remember last week when he ran into a tree!"

"No, did he?" Edward inquired, puzzled.

"Heck, no! Our kind has amazing reflexes! I would not run into a tree! How could you lie so, Emmet?" Jasper protested.

"Lying? That's what you think I'm doing?" Emmet huffed.

Looking suspiciously at Jasper, Edward said, "Do tell more please."

Emmet beamed. "Well, you wouldn't have seen anyway, Edward, because Jasper and I were hunting alone-" He stopped suddenly.

Bella was the first to realize Jasper was grinning. "Uh, guys, what's Jasper doing?"

The other vampires, excluding Emmet (whose face showed he was mentally fighting), looked at Jasper.

Jasper had not just a grin, but an evil grin planted on his face as he stared at Emmet.

Alice rolled her eyes.

Then, Emmet spoke, falling on his knees. "I'm SORRY! It's MY fault, I tell you, MINE! It was all a LIE! ALL OF IT! I'm such a BAD vampire!" Emmet started banging his head against the concrete ground, much to a very familiar kid's amusement.

"Jasper, let up on the guilt trip, 'kay?" Alice said, smiling slightly.

Jasper nodded, "Fair enough."

Emmet blinked and stood. Then he shook himself off like a dog. "Well, that was embarrassing." He said lightly, than proceeded to launch himself off the concrete cat-like towards Jasper.

Three pairs of marble arms caught him and tried to restrain him. Emmet struggled violently. "Let…me…go…did….you…see…what…he…did!"

"Yes, very entertaining, I must say." Edward couldn't resist saying.

"Argh!" Emmet said, turning toward Edward instead.

Jasper joined in trying to restrain Emmet, while Bella asked helpfully, "Shall I get some unbreakable rope then?" The other laughed at the comment and at Emmet's widening eyes.

"I surrender!" he shouted, and they set him down. When free he muttered, "for now." Then burst out in a loud, "Mwhahahahaha! Mwhahahaha!" Earning strange looks from the other, except Bella, who seemed perfectly okay with the out burst of "mhaha-ing" and joined in the laughing.

Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, and Edward now alternated weird looks from Bella to Emmet.

"Care to let us in on the joke?" Rosalie asked.

Bella shrugged without stopping the odd laughter. Finally, she paused coughing. "Bit hard on the throat, ay?" She asked Emmet.

"Meh," Emmet said and was about to start laughing again, when Rosalie put her hand over his mouth.

"Gotta draw the line somewhere, Emmet," Rosalie said.

Emmet nodded vigorously, grinning.

Then they heard a voice behind him.

"Excushe me, shir" (translation: Excuse me, sire)

They turned around and there was… "THE KID!" Emmet shrieked.

The kid grinned, "Sho you sknow me already. (So you know me already)"

"Of course, I know you, you little-"

"Emmet! He's just a little kid." Alice said.

"Shank sho, missh. (Thank you miss)" The kid grinned.

"Why are you talking like that? It's creepy." Emmet complained.

"Bumped out smy (my) two front teesh (teeth) on sha (the) bumper carsh (cars)," the kid explained, showing them the empty space in his mouth.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Emmet said, trying to keep his tone even.

"Yoursh(yours). You almosh(almost) hit me, sha(you) know!"

"Erg," was all Emmet could say.

"Well, I asshed(asked) my brover(brother) what to do about yoush(you) following me. He told me a curshe(curse)."

And with that, he started hopping around Emmet in a very little kid-ish way, speaking gibberish.

Then, he stopped abruptly and handed Emmet a piece of paper. "Here's shour(your) recsheipt(receipt)!" He said happily.

"What's the curse do?" Emmet said indifferently.

"It givesh(gives) you bad luck, sho(so) you'll go away." The little kid said seriously.

Emmet glanced at the paper, which had a big number 13 on it. Then he did the most intimidating thing he could think of at the moment; he ate the receipt.

The kid gaped for a moment, then ran away screaming.

"Odd kid, that'n," Emmet said lightly.

The others stared after the kid with ranging expressions.

"Think we should tell his Mom he trying to curse people? That's usually frowned upon," Alice said.

"Let them frown. Serves the wacko kid right!" Emmet responded. "Calling me the stalker. The next ride better be something where that kid won't be."

"Right…" Edward said.

"Let's draw!" Rosalie said, whipping out the straws.