(((So I was Talking to Mrs. Meyer, right? And I asked her for the rights to Twilight. She said yes!!! But then she turned in to an Ompa-lompa and said as soon as you sprout wing and fly into the sun, oh and that I don't own Wal-Mart or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)))
"So, What is this oh-so-brilliant plan of yours, Bell?" I asked Bell. I am starting to think that twenty energy drinks on the car ride to Oregon was not such a good idea… she is acting more like a drunk Alice every minute.
"WELL, I feel like quoting 'Romeo and Juliet'. So I figure that we could do the balcony scene," she stopped, probably looking for some in put.
"So far, so good. But how is this going to get us kicked out?"
"Well you are going to be Juliet and I am going to be Romeo, we are going to go into the dressing room and put on some random not-so-flattering-clothes-for-the-opposite-gender clothes. And you are going to clime up on the highest place we can find, the ceiling, after you put me on the top of a near by tall thing so they can't get me," she is too evil sometimes, but she is too fun to resist.
"That sounds fantastic, but maybe we can steal a radio and broadcast it through out the store!!! And I can video type it and buy the clothes!!!"
"PERFECT," Bell had a rather creepy grin on her face, but it was funny looking at the same time, so I started laughing. She joined in soon after.
"WE'RE HERE!!!" I sang, yes, I sang, I CAN SING YOU KNOW.
"Emmy, you can't sing too well," I pouted as she laughed, "It's okay, bear brother," I couldn't help but to chuckle and ruffle her hair.
"Love you, too, Bell-be," and I do, you know brotherly love. The type only some big brothers actually care to give, I being one of those.
"Lets go get kicked out, Bear-bear"
"So you've got a new nick-name for me now, eh?" She giggled.
"Yup, your Bear-bear now!!!"
"Only you can call me that, got it?" She nodded her head, and kept on nodding it all the way to the clothes section of the store.
"Okay, Bear-bear, time to pick you out a dress, me out some guy clothes, hid the camera, and steal radios from people."
"Got it… will one of those fit me?" I was eyeing the dresses, they where tinny.
"Hmm, maybe we should go to the 'Women's Plus' section," she giggled again, it sounded so sweet and innocent, so, so Bells.
"Okay, Bell-be. Lead the way!" And lead she did. She dragged me too the "Women's Plus" section and picked out a dress. It was a light green colored dress, with two thin straps, probably comes down to the knees, and had a tie around the waist, and, as Bell-be said, flowy. She then told me to get everything set up, as she got ready.
--"There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently"--
When I got done, Bell-be was clad in dark blue cover-alls and a Ball cap. The Comer-alls were supposed to be short sleeves, but they came down past her elbows, and the legs were rolled a good seven times.
"Go get the dress on!"
When I got the dress on, even with vampire speed I it took a while, Bell-be was out side, with a white scarf, which she tie around my head, Ninja-style.
"There, perfect," We calmly walked over to the shoe department, with everyone staring at us. When we got there, Bell-be got on my back and I climbed up the self. When we Got to the top she jumped off my back and I went to the wall, to get to the pole-thingies up top.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!" Bell-be says, getting every ones attention.
My turn, "Ay me!"
"She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air."
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet"
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself."
"I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?"
"By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word."
"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"
"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike"
"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me." More and more people where gathered around, and some workers were trying to get us to come down.
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee."
"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity."
"I would not for the world they saw thee here."
"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."
"By whose direction found'st thou out this place?" The worker-people stopped trying to get us down.
"By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise."
"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered."
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable." Some shoppers found the play in a book and where following along with it.
"What shall I swear by?" Bell-be really knew all the words too this… did she have a life before she came here?
"Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee."
"If my heart's dear love—"
"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!" The crowed giggled a bit at 'breast.'
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"
"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."
"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again."
"Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?"
"But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite." I paused, and sent Bell-be a paniked look. The nurse is supposed to call now, but I don't know what to do… but the crowd does. Bell-be and I Flash them a quick smile, but then get back to our fun, "I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again" I pretend to walk away, and the crowd giggles again.
"O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial." I 'walk' back in.
"Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world." People in the crowd plays the nurse again, shouting 'madam'.
"I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee—" and again the crowd shouts.
"By and by, I come:--
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send."
"So thrive my soul—"I really don't think Bell-be had a live at-all before Forks.
"A thousand times good night!" I 'walk' away again.
"A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks." And time for my 'reentrance'.
"Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name."
"It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!"
"Romeo!"
"My dear?"
"At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?"
"At the hour of nine."
"I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back."
"Let me stand here till thou remember it."
"I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company."
"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this."
"'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty."
"I would I were thy bird."
"Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow." This time I jump down to where Bell-be is.
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell." She jumps onto my back and I run to the front, We go to a self-check out and buy the clothes. Bell-be grabbed the camera when we passed it. Now, we are being chased out of the store, and applauded at the same time.
"Glade I grabbed clothes to change into," wait, I didn't bring any.
"Did you get me some?"
"Nope, but I grabbed yours when I grabbed the camera."
"You're an angle, Bell-be!"
"Way thank-you, Bear-bear!"
"Now, what should we do?"
"How about to my old neighborhood?"
"Isn't it too sunny there?"
"No, Alice told me that it would be cloudy there this weekend, THAT'S WHY SHE TOLD BE THAT!!" I guess Alice knows what we are up to.
"Lets Go!!" We stopped at the mall on the way there, we picked out some summery-er clothes. Bell-be got a dress kind of like the one I was wearing, but she is wearing this one now.
"Bear-bear, take a left here," I did as told and wound up at a park Filled by kids. I spied a hot dog stand and remembered something.
"Bell-be, are you hungry?" She nodded. I got out and went around to her door to help her out, she has trouble getting the seatbelt undone, and the height of the Jeep is not safe for her, "you want a hot dog?" More nodding, and we are off to get human food, yum.
"Bella?" Someone calls.
(((Emmett's dress is on my profile thinger)))