A/n: the Rosalie/mirror plot belongs to my amazing friend Hannah/Robin/Robinator. Haha, I'm putting a twist on it though :P

Disclaimer: I own---nada; not even J-14, Wicked, or Gossip Girl re-runs. Although I am baking cookies at the moment for my Spanish class (:

Bella's POV, Saturday.

"EDWARD!" Rosalie was coming down the stairs taking three at a time.

"EDWARD I KNOW YOU STOLE IT!" she screeched, and I know her face would've been red if she had any blood. I was wondering what Edward had stolen to make her so mad. Hair brush? No. She had too many. Fashion magazine? No, too many of those, also.

"EDWAAAAAAAAAAAAARD! YOU STOLE ALL 27 OF MY MIRRORS! ALLL OFF THEEEEEEEM!" she was in his face now, spitting venom. Edward stared back happily.

"I threw them all out. Broke each and every one, too." He was smiling, although I was sure Rose would rip him apart and burn him. I just about got up to restrain her, but instead of hurting Edward she spoke.

"Broke? Each, and, every one?" if a vampire could cry, Rosalie would have been breaking down, shedding tears the size of baseballs. But, just then, Emmett came down stairs--Dressed as a rapper. Baggy sweat pants, a baggy hoodie, and well, 'bling', a lot of bling.

"Yo, yo, yo, my name is Emmshiz, the best in the biz, step back, go get a cookie cooling rack, and CHILL!" Emmett rapped, badly I must add.

"Emmett. You are white. No, not white. CHALK. You are the whitest of all whites. Go upstairs, and change. Now." I said, laughing so hard each word sounded like three. He burst into frantic sobs, which since he couldn't cry, was just a mess of noises.

"Fine! I'll go be a character from Wicked!" he screamed, running up the stairs theatrically.

"Oh god." I said.

"Well," Edward said, "I'm gonna go watch Gossip Girl re-runs! YAAAY NATIEEE!" he said, leaving me gaping after him.

I stayed where I was, and Alice came downstairs, hauling Jasper by the ear, whom seemed oblivious, because he was reading J-14.

"OH EM JAAAAY!" Jasper squealed.

"Miley, and Nick Jonas, like are so dating again. Selena is like a total cover-up story!" he smiled giddily, and kept reading. Alice looked at him, searching for some of his more, well, old Jasper-ness. She sighed when she found none. Just then Emmett came back down the stairs, wearing a sparkly pink princess dress, and blowing bubbles.

"POPULAR! You're gonna be popular! I'll teach you the proper poise,when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce, ooh!" He sang, then looked at Alice, Jasper, and I expectantly. He didn't get much feedback, seeing that we were all in hysterics. I could even hear Edward in his room guffawing, and Rosalie who had been mourning her mirrors, cracking up. Emmett looked stunned, and hurt. He picked up the ends of his princess-style dress, revealing white patent-leather pumps, and stomped up to Alice, Jasper and I. Suddenly, Edward was at the top of the stairs watching, and Rose was soon to follow. That's when Emmett started to speak.

"I, tried to rap. BUT NO! That wasn't good enough for you. I sing songs from the best musical ever-" but Jasper cut him off.

"Camp Rock was soooo much better, el stupido!" Jasper screamed.

"CAMP ROCK ISN'T A FLIP-DIDDLY-DIPPEN MUSICAL, EMO QUEER BOY! Now, as I was saying…oh, yeah! I come down here, and sing my heart out! I wasted precious breath and time! AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY THANK YOU!" I was used to Emmett's breakouts, but this was just absolutely outrageous. Absurd. Stupid. I had to say something to him, set him straight.

"EMMETT YOU STUPID DOUCHE! FIRST OF ALL, YOU DON'T HAVE A HEART, SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING. SECOND OF ALL, WE DON'T HAVE TO BREATHE, HENSE YOU WASTED NO 'PRECIOUS' BREATH. AND, FINALLY, YOU WASTED NO TIME, BECAUSE WE LIVE FOREVER, YOU IDIOTIC, IMBOSIL OF A VAMPIRE!" after I was done, everyone but Emmett cracked up. He looked like he would cry. I considered apologizing for less than a second, but decided against it. He ran off.

"ESME! CARLILSEEEEE!" he called for the only form of discipline in the house.

"Bella," I heard Esme cry, "You will sing songs from Wicked with your brother tonight as your punishment." She finished. OH LORD NO!!!

An hour later…

"A-five-six-seven-eight!" Emmett cried.

"BELLA THAT'S YOUR QUE!" he said, then counted off again. This time I sang.

"No good deed goes unpunished, no act of charity goes unresented, no good deed goes unpunished, that's my new creed, my road of good intentions, lead where such roads always lead, no good deed
goes unpunished!" I sang, holding out the last note. Only thirteen more hours…