Disclaimer: I do not own the characters created by the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short...I'm working on a new story for Twilight.
The studio phone rang…
Edward stared at the telephone as though it would explode upon answering. It rang again. "You answer," he urged.
I reached over and picked up the phone. "WDRT, Dartmouth Radio," I answered.
A familiar voice replied, "Let me speak to Edward, would ya, Bells?" He was choking back laughter.
I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Just a sec, Emmett." I turned to Edward. "It's for you…oh, wait, hold on." I pushed a button to turn on the speaker phone. "Okay, Emmett, you're on speaker phone," I told him.
I heard his voice booming through the phone. "Jasper and I both had more faith in you, Edward," Emmett scolded. "I thought you'd be able to go a whole month without slipping up…Jasper thought you'd have a problem with the first show, but he expected Bella to be the bigmouthed one."
"Thank you both for that overwhelming vote of confidence," I replied sarcastically.
"No offense, Bella, but you have been out of contact with the human world for a couple decades," Emmett pointed out. "Whereas Edward has, as he himself put it, been around for a hundred and thirty years and therefore should know better."
Edward wasn't sure whether to be angry or embarrassed. "I forgot for a few moments that Bella and I had others listening in," he explained. "After all, I cannot hear the minds of our listeners and I am so used to being able to say anything around Bella."
"Sure, blame me," I replied in mock indignation. "Everything's my fault."
"No!" Edward objected immediately. "Not your fault, dearest, never your fault."
Emmett groaned. "Get a room, you two," he advised. "Anyway, I like the show. Good job."
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