This is still the sequel to Anything is Possible in the Mall. Stephenie Meyer owns these awesome people; I just love to put them through childish games like Truth or Dare. Sorry in advance for any mistakes in grammar, spelling, and everything else. I am not perfect, or even remotely close, so please bear with me.
Don't hate me for another song-ish one…its not really that bad.
Thanks to minnymay! She has inspired me with all her freaky/funny words! And her amazing ideas that have seriously helped me sooooo much! Lysm amiga!
And to pirate-princess1 : thank you so much, it's always nice to get flames. Even though they aren't very nice, and can be downright nasty, it reminds me that there are people (probably lots) that don't like my story. But, may I request, that next time you have something negative (like agreeing with me that my writing needs help) can you make it sound a little more positive…can you try? Thanks again :
"How funny do you find this Emmett?" All you could hear through the dead silence was an abnormally loud gulp..
APOV
Oh God, I just had my face molested by an elderly woman related to Gertrude…this could be worse, hopefully…
"Alice, I don't trust your recently elderly kissed face to let me live down this dare."
"That's okay Emmie, the ones you live down aren't as fun as the ones you don't."
"What shall I do Alice…And should I be afraid in advance?"
"Afraid, I don't know…but I know you have a secret talent that only I know about." His eyes widened, scared I would tell, then went back to normal.
"Other than my singing? I don't think I have other talents…" So he was going to play it off, huh? Well two can play at that game…
"Other talents…secrets, same thing…aren't the Emmie?" He swallowed hard, and started to play with the collar of his shirt.
"What do you mean Alice" Should I feel bad that I am about to get my brother like a sitting duck…. Nope, I don't really care!
"OH, the fact that you hate cars with a burning passion."
"ALICE I DO NO-"
"EMMETT McCARTY CULLEN, YOU…. YOU DON'T LIKE CARS?"
"No, Rose, Baby I-"
"So, all that time we spent together in the garage? It meant nothing to you? How could you…" She ran away, dry sobbing. Maybe that was a little harsh on my part…o well, that's what she gets when she wants to throw my favorite sister into a busy intersection…
"Mary. Alice. Brandon. Cullen. I am going to hate you for the next century and a half if you don't fix this while I am doing my dare." He glared at me. I guess I found his weak spot. He is always so happy, but if you mess with Rosalie (like Edward and me frequently, and I mean frequently, do) he gets really angry. "What do I have to do anyway?"
I contemplated him having to draw Rose, pretending to be some twisted charicature (I cant spell, I know) artist, knowing that he has a 'different' outlook on art and would not flatter Rosalie at all with his picture. Then there was his secret passion with spherical ice cream…I could reveal it…but then Emmett could get Rosalie to easily 'persuade' every store owner to not give me entrance…
I think I will go with the one he would 'enjoy' more.
"Emmie, remember that song you kept singing on the ride here?"
"You mean Toxic?"
"No-"
"Nobody's Perfect?"
"Nope, not that eithe-"
"Barbie Girl?"
"EMMETT! LET ME FINFISH!"
"Okay…geesh, little miss asylum forgot her meds this morning…"
"Emmett…"
"Sorry Allie"
"Uhh, I was talking about that other song, you know the Shania Twain one?"
"Man I fell like a woman? You know I love that one…it seems to fit me so well, it's a little scary, I wonder if they wrote it for me…"
"NO! Emmett, the other! Shania Twain song…"
"OOH! That one…what about it?"
"I need you too" I beckoned him over and whispered my plan in his ear. He obviously didn't like it, because he was about to scream, and grabbed everything in the nearest pedestrian's arms and threw it at the ground, with a little too much force.
"Alice, you are not very nice…you know that right?"
"Yah, I know…but that's why you love me!"
"Whatever Alice, just give me your phone so I can get this over with" I handed him the phone and he dialed
Ring…ring…ring…ring… "Hello, Polynesian front desk, Chuck Speaking"
"Uh, Chuck, there is an emergency in the magic kingdom, come quick!"
"May I ask who this is."
"Uhh" He shot a look at me that said he hadn't thought it through this far. "This is Walt Disney"
"Aren't you dead?"
"No, who told you those lies? I need to fire them immediately!"
"Uhm, it was Stu from the kitchen staff! I will be right there Mr. Disney!"
He flipped the phone closed and turned to Jasper Edward Bella, all of us trying to conceal our giggles and me. I mean, really, Walt Disney? Is that the best he could come up with? And why the heck would Chuck believe it? Walt Disney died in 1966 of lung cancer…
"Emmett, you better get ready for when Chuck comes."
"I am ready Alice."
"Nu-uh! I saw you with a blood read feather boa…I think it made the show a little nicer."
None of the others knew what we were talking about, so they just stared in amazement. Wouldn't you stare at a 6'5 body builder type guy who carried around a blood red feather boa?
"Fine Alice, where should I purchase said boa?"
"Just give that lady a hug" I pointed to a weirdly dressed lady (lime green terrycloth pants do NOT go with a puke yellow flower patterned shirt.) with the boa around her neck.
Emmett ran over and quickly hugged the lady, trying to rub her 'cooties' off as he ran back holding the boa. Just then, we saw Chuck pass through an archway…and spot me, then break out into a cheesy 'beach run' (if you have never done one of those, you gotta try! They are so fun, like when you see a friends, just run in slow motion, like in a beach movie) trying to get to me. I hid behind Emmett, hoping I would be spared.
"Alice! Alice! Alice?" Emmett closed his eyes, took a deep un-needed breath, the opened his, determined.
"Hey big boy…what's yah doin?" Emmett did a perfect rendition of Rosalie's 'aren't-I-hot-come-to-me-NOW' voice. It was a little scary that he could imitate her that well.
"Uhh, I- I- I-" Chuck stuttered at Emmie, like he did to me in the lobby…weird. Emmett then well…he burst…into…song…creepie.
This is what a Emmett wants...
Any man of mine better be proud of me
Even when I'm ugly he still better love me
And I can be late for a date that's fine
But he better be on time
Emmett was walking slow circles around chuck, who was oddly drooling. Every so often Emmett would kick out his leg like a drunk Rockette…
Any man of mine'll say it fits just right
When last year's dress is just a little too tight
And anything I do or say better be okay
When I have a bad hair day
And if I change my mind
A million times
I wanna hear him say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I like it that way
Any man of mine better walk the line
Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time
I need a man who knows, how the story goes
He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fine treatin'
Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind
Any man of mine
Emmett walked up behind Chuck, and wrapped the boa around him, then slowly took it off, while Chuck's knees started to tremble, and he looked paler than we did.
Well any man of mine better disagree
When I say another woman's lookin' better than me
And when I cook him dinner and I burn it black
He better say, mmmm, I like it like that yeah
And if I changed my mind
A million times
I wanna hear him say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I like it that way
Any man of mine better walk the line
Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time
I need a man who knows, how the story goes
He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fine treatin'
Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind
Any man of mine
Emmett grabbed Chuck's hands and swung him around like a doll, shaking him, and occasionally raising him above his head and twirling him around helicopter style, like a badly choreographed ice skating routine.
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I like it that way
Any man of mine better walk the line
Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time
I need a man who knows, how the story goes
He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fine treatin'
Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind
Any man of mine
You gotta shimmy shake
Make the earth quake
Kick, turn, stomp, stomp, then you jump
Heel to toe, Do Si Do
'Til your boots wanna break
"Til your feet and your back ache
Keep it movin' 'til you just can't take anymore
Come on everybody on the floor
A-one two, a-three four
Hup two, hum
If you wanna be a man of mine, that's right
This is what a Emmett wants...
Emmett tied him up in the boa, and left him with a wink, and a few slaps in the butt. When Chuck tried to slap Emmett back, he ran (human-speed) to his favorite place…the monorail.
"Emmett, I- I- can't believe you did that!"
"Alice dared me too…I am so creeped out, I think I may need YEARS! Of therapy to fix this moment."
"Just dare someone already!"
"Keep your shirt on Eddie, but you would be too much of a prude to take it off. Soo, uhm, Jasper? Truth or Dare?"
"What do you think Emmett?"
"Perfect…"
We entered the monorail car…and sat down. Emmett looked deep in thought when he said
"You know guys, I never did get to break in that toilet, I think I may need to make it one of my long term project…"
"Emmett, do us a favor and never talk about long term projects and toilets in the same sentence"
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