Chapter 3- The Difficult Question
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BPOV
Don't ask me how, but Edward looked extremely cute (to me, at least) when he was in the outfit Rosalie picked out for him, especially when he bravely fated most of Forks High and (ugh) Mike Newton. I was mulling over this as we all trapped in the Cullen's living room by Alice as I watched Edward think about who to torture. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Alice jumped to get it. When she opened it, there was a moment of silence before Alice called out,
"You'd better come see this, Bella!"
I ran to the door, expecting to see my parents but instead finding Mike Newton kneeling on the steps with a big bouquet of roses.
"Bella Swan, I know that you hate Edward now, due to that mall episode, and I want to express my undying love. Please will you-" At this point, I was so disgusted that I cut him off with a "GET LOST!" and slammed the door so hard that it rattled my eardrums, I turned to find Edward smiling at me with approval, which made me feel even more satisfied.
"Thanks and good job," he whispered as Alice marched us back to the living room, where we found Jasper struggling to escape the hands of Emmett and Rosalie, who barely holding him back.
"He was going to go to Hawaii," Emmett explained. I had no idea what that meant, but it allowed Alice to take charge of him (and the game) again, and told Edward to continue. He got a scheming, calculated look that made me hope that I wasn't his next victim. Finally, he snarled,
"Since you got me into this mess, you deserve to go next. Alice, truth or dare?"
It took her a while, but finally she stammered, "D-dare."
"Excellent," cackled Edward, "Alice Cullen, your dare is to let me and Emmett pick out your clothes from K-Mart for a year without you interfering."
APOV
The last thing I remember was Jasper trying to comfort me as I screamed,"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" for what seemed like an eternity (which I could do, not needing air like humans). Visions of the boys gleefully giving me ripped goth and punk clothes crowded into my head. Emmett, especially, had NO sense of style and fashion. I didn't need to see the future to foresee the long, hard times ahead. My mind immediately started looking for possibilities to soften Edward up. After all, he was my brother...
Trying to get Edward to reduce my punishment turned out to be impossible, even when I got desperate and threatened to keep Bella away from him until he backed down. Oh well. I knew I couldn't convince Bella to do that and he probably knew it too. I was condemned to a fate worse than death: exclusion from all the popular groups at school. How could this happen? The Alice Cullen, not fashionable? Oh yeah, that little truth or dare game happened. I suppose I'll take my revenge out on Emmett.
"Emmett, truth or dare?"
"Truth," he said at once. Oh this was perfect.
"What do you love more: your jeep or your wife?"
EMPOV
This was the moment of truth I was dreading. I could clearly see the shocked and expectant looks on everyone's faces and the glare on Rosalie's saying,"Pick me or else." I pinched my are, hoping to wake up from a nightmare, but the twinge of pain told me I wasn't in Dreamland or Lalaland, but in reality. What should I do? If I say jeep, that would be suicide. But if say Rosalie, I would be lying. I saw Edward trying to suppress a grin after hearing my thoughts.
"I don't know," I blurted out, "It's a tie." Rosalie glared even harder. Alice smiled sweetly.
"It's truth or dare, brother dear. You have to choose one," she said in a voice absolutely dripping with syrup.
"Ok, ...um, Rosalie." I secretly crossed my fingers as Rosalie squealed and tackled in a hug. To say the least, I felt extremely guilty, but I managed to pry her off and smile. Phew; I would still be alive at the end of the day. For the moment, I was content, but I was content, but I noticing the suspicious looks Edward was giving me. This could not end well.
