2. Epilogue
Outside of the Cullen house, all was quiet, save the pitter patter of rain on the already wet ground. No birds chirped, and the sky was grey. Nothing looked cheerful or happy.
From out of no where, a small hum began. Soon, the small tune was echoing through the whole yard, filling every nook and cranny that could possibly be filled with the rich, thick voice.
"Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo..."
The echoing tune seemed to be coming from a large, hulking figure stomping through the rain. He was graceful, and his feet gently tapped out the tune of the song. A mop of curly brown hair was tactfully pasted against the handsome young man's face, due to the falling raindrops he seemed so fond of.
"I'm
singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious
feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up
above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the
stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the
rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a
happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain!"
Emmett Cullen slid through the yard, adding in tactful dance moves here and there as he splashed away through the puddles, singing happily, his loud voice resonating off of the surrounding trees. It was a shame he was so suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door being pulled open.
"Emmett? What the hell are you doing?" The angry voice cried out as none other than Rosalie Hale emerged from the house, decked out in a bathrobe and slippers.
"I'm singing, and dancing in the rain…" Emmett quickly finished his song, and hurried back into the house.
A/N: Bwahahahaha! So, maybe it's out of character for Emmett, but it just made be laugh. I know it isn't one of my best stories, but this is what happens when musical fans get bored… hope you enjoyed.