Nick POV

Jacob and I arrived at Wal Mart with the ten-dollar voucher we had received in the mail. It wasn't often that you got the chance to have so much money in your hands!

Jacob wasn't as keen as I was. He still seemed to think that the Cullen's were going to prank us during our sleepover, but what did he know? I mean, he wasn't exactly sane.

We walked into Wal Mart and my eyes lit up in glee.

"This is great, I'm going to go buy some con…"

"No, you aren't," interrupted Jacob. "We're going to get some Doritos or something. Let's go."

I sighed and decided not to push him further. Jacob went over to the food area and scanned the shelves. He grabbed a few packets of Doritos and walked over to the toy section. I frowned. There was no way we were buying toys!

"Do you remember these?" asked Jacob, holding up a Barbie. "Forgot they even existed. I used to have a ball with them when I was a kid."

My eyes popped out of my head and I ran over to him and snatched the Barbie from his hands.

"Dude, Barbie's are legend!" I gasped, flattening its blonde hair. "Do you think Bella might like them? She plays with dolls, I think."

Jacob picked up another Barbie doll and looked at the price tag.

"It's a little dearer than ten dollars, mate. I'm broke at the moment."

That was a shame, as I knew that Bella would just love a Barbie doll. Heck, I might even want one myself! My other dolls were a little worn out.

"Let's just get the Doritos, then," I sighed, tossing the Barbie back onto the shelf. We walked over to the cash register and allowed the woman to scan the corn chips.

"That'll be nine eighty-five," she told us, holding out her hand. Jacob handed her the ten-dollar voucher we had received in the voucher. The lady frowned and shook her head. She handed it back to Jacob.

"Is something wrong here?" asked her manager, a tall, balding man who had just arrived.

"They tried to give me a fake voucher," she told him. He frowned and turned to us.

Jacob swore loudly, which got a nasty look from the manager guy.

"Get out now, or I'll be forced to call security," he said firmly, pointing at the door. Jacob gasped.

"What are you talking about? You guys sent us that voucher in the mail, didn't you? Why the hell would you send us fake vouchers?"

"We haven't seen out any vouchers, idiot. Out! Now!"

Jacob grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the automatic doors. He tossed the voucher into the bin and dragged me over to the car.

"That was weird," I sighed, sitting in the passenger seat of Jacob's Rabbit. Jacob took up the driver's seat and gave me a weird look.

"Don't you see? The Cullen's must have pranked us! We can't go back to your place… they might be waiting for us."

Jacob was an idiot. As if the Cullen's had known about our sleepover!

"Where do you suggest we go then?" I demanded. Jacob shrugged and started the car.

"Let's go visit Quil or something."

Bella POV

"Why are they taking so long?" demanded Rosalie.

We were all crouched in the Newton living room in darkness, hiding behind furniture, holding our water guns, with war paint smeared over our faces.

"I wish Alice hadn't chickened out and decided to go shopping," sighed Emmett. "We might actually know what was going on with them if she was here."

"Okay team," said Jasper. "Just hang in there. They'll be here soon. They're probably in the process of chucking a tantrum in Wal Mart, having realized that their 'voucher' is a fake."

Emmett growled and grabbed Jasper by the shirt.

"Dude, how many times? I'm the leader, not you. Don't make comments that I should be making, understood?"

Edward rolled his eyes, and I giggled.

"Cut it out, Emmett. We've got more important stuff to deal with, in case you had forgotten. Leave Jasper alone."

Emmett snorted and dropped Jasper. He turned to Edward.

"Excuse me? 'Leave Jasper alone'? What are you, Alice?"

There was a knock on the door. Everyone went silent. It was Edward who broke the silence.

"It's not…" he began, but was cut off by Emmett's squeal of delight. He was pushed out of the way by Jasper, who raced over to the door.

Emmett pulled him down by the ankle and pulled on the doorknob. Jasper and Emmett began firing their water pistols.

"… Them," muttered Edward.

Jasper and Emmett stopped firing and stood motionless in the doorframe. In front of them, was a postman who was drenched, and looked as if he wanted to knock them both out.

"Oh, I'm um… sorry," muttered Emmett. Jasper knocked him into the wall, leaving a big hole in the wall.

"I'm very sorry, sir," sighed Jasper. "It's this little boy here, Emmett. He's erm… not normal. Seeing as he doesn't have very much fun in his life, my sister was going to come home and let Emmett spray her with water. It might make him laugh, you see. All we get out of him are grunts and clogged toilets, and I'm very sorry about getting your clothes wet. We thought you were my sister, you see. He's had special problems throughout his life. It's been tough for him."

The postman sighed and held up a box.

"You Mr. Nick Newton?" he asked. I giggled into Edward's shoulder as Jasper nodded and signed for the parcel. The postman raised an eyebrow at Emmett, who was lying on the ground in pain, moaning, grunting and whimpering.

The postman handed the box to Jasper and ran down the steps and got back in his van. Jasper slammed the door shut and collapsed on the ground in laughter.

"Jasper, you idiot!" groaned Emmett, as he got to his feet. "Telling him I wasn't… normal."

Jasper smiled and ripped open the box. He held up a handful of pink bras, pink panties and a pink dress.

"Why does Nick want this sort of stuff?" he asked, shuddering as he threw the bras, panties and dress back into the box.

We all went upstairs into Nick's room and looked in his wardrobe. Sure enough, there was a whole load of dresses and lingerie.

"This is so weird. Check out his diary," gasped Emmett, handing it to me. In it, were around a dozen photos of Nick. One photo was of him wearing skimpy lingerie that didn't cover his… and it looked as if he had stuffed the bra.

Another was of Nick wearing a skimpy red dress and holding a red handbag with red lipstick and eye shadow smeared across his face.

I handed the diary and the photos to Edward, not wanting a further look at them.

"This is great," laughed Rosalie, looking over Edward's shoulder. "How about we send these into the school newspaper?"

"We could make fliers," I suggested. "You know, and put them up all over town. The whole town would know about his cross-dressing, then."

Emmett grinned admiringly at me.

"You're turning into such a rebel, Bella. It's great! We can put the photos online as well, can't we? Nick's going to be so embarrassed!"

"It's a better prank than ambushing Nick and Jacob with our water pistols. We need fresh pranking ideas. This is good," noted Rosalie, sniggering at the photos of Nick.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Quil. You know how you guys said that you were going to prank Nick and Jacob tonight? They've just turned up at my place whining about how you guys gave them a fake Wal Mart voucher. They're afraid to go back to Nick's in case they get pranked. They don't know I'm calling. I told them I had to go to the bathroom."

"Well we can't prank them if they're on Quileute land. You need to get them off Quileute land somehow, and bring them back into Forks. Don't make it obvious that you're on our side, though," I said.

"Yeah, I'll think of something. I'll text you the details."

"Thanks for the tip, Quil."

"Anytime, Bells."

I hung up on him and turned to the others, and explained the situation to them.

"They think they're pretty smart, don't they?" laughed Jasper.

"We'll teach those stupid mongrels!" snarled Rosalie. "We'll hit them with a surprise attack. They won't know what hit them!"

Charlie POV

Bella being with that Edward bloke was really starting to annoy me. I had barely seen her at all these past few weeks. Maybe Nick was right. Maybe Edward was drugging her. She wasn't showing any signs of drug usage, though, so it was probably highly unlikely.

Tonight I had a hot date with Sally-Anne Yorkie, Bella's friend Eric's mother. We were unofficially dating, and I just knew that Bella would be thrilled when she found it. It was really obvious that she loved Sally-Anne, and she would be very pleased.

Sally-Anne and I were sitting in the dining room. The room was candlelit, as a bit of a romantic atmosphere. I had had to order pizza when the turkey I had been trying to cook had burnt to a crisp. I had served an old bottle of wine that I had found in a dark corner of my bedroom.

Sally-Anne looked gorgeous in a green dress and high heels.

"This is nice," she noted, smiling and taking a sip of her wine.

This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. I bent down on one knee and took her hand. I held out a blue leather box.

Her eyes lit up with tears of joy, and she took off her glasses.

"Sally-Anne Yorkie," I began. "We've been dating for months now. Will you marry me?"

I opened the box, revealing a diamond ring. Sally-Anne gasped and nodded.

"Oh, Charlie!" she squealed. "I'd love to!"

The front door burst open and Bella ran in, looking breathless. She was wearing a jumpsuit, and what looked to be war paint was smeared across her feet. She was holding a water pistol, and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me kneeling in front of Sally-Anne.

"Um, sorry, dad," muttered Bella. "Didn't realise you were home."

Her eyes strayed to the ring in my hands.

"Bella," I grinned. "Sally-Anne and I are getting married!"

Bella nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, um… that's err… great, dad. I've err… must go. Toodles."

She turned and ran out the door. Sally-Anne's face fell.

"She doesn't approve?"

I laughed.

"Of course she approves! She's just going through some issues with her boyfriend or something," I explained.

Bella POV

This was horrible. I had known that Sally-Anne and Charlie were together, but marriage?

I ran back down the driveway and jumped onto the backseat of the Volvo.

Edward started up the Volvo, and Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie were still arguing with each other.

"I'm a better team leader than Jasper, so he can't steal my lines!" grumbled Emmett. I growled, to everyone's surprise.

"Shut up, Emmett."

Everyone was silent. Edward turned around in his seat to stare at me open-mouthed.

"Charlie is getting married. To Sally-Anne."

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and held it to my ear.

"Quil?"

"We're at Nick's place. I told them they were being stupid, and that it was probably just someone's idea of joke to put that fake voucher in their letterbox, and that it had nothing to do with you guys. The idiots fell for it."

"We're on our way."

I hung up on him and told Edward where the mongrels were. Edward drove off into the distance and Jasper burst out laughing.

"Honestly, Jasper! What's gotten into you lately? You're not usually like this. It's not funny. Eric Yorkie's mother is going to be my stepmother! Sheesh, you're getting more like Emmett every day. Do you want to be like him?" I snapped, causing Jasper to stop laughing and glare at me.

"One Emmett is enough," muttered Edward. Jasper ignored him.

"I'm nothing like Emmett. In fact, I'm a hell of a lot more intelligent than him, and if I were pranking people, my pranks would outdo his a million times over."

Emmett snorted.

"Think you're smarter than me, Jasper? Well I'm decades older than you, and everyone in this car knows that I could outwit you."

"Boys," sighed Rosalie. "We're supposed to be fighting against the mongrels, not against each other. Get over yourselves."

The Volvo came to a halt and Edward turned around in his seat, grinning.

"Come on, let's go."

I opened my door and Jasper pulled me back.

"Stealth is the key," he muttered, earning himself a punch in the back of the head from Emmett.

"I'm team leader," he growled, and Jasper rolled his eyes at him.

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-Bellapouts