Lunchbox of Lemonade Strikes
"Okay, what should we call our band?" I asked.
"Uh, Lunchbox of Lemonade." She looked completely serious, so I stared at her like an utter moron.
"All right..." I swear. Bella had mental problems.
Edward's phone rang.
"Yes, Alice?"
"I'll get Rosalie out of here in an hour only if the plan Emmett pulled together goes through."
"That's all we need. But can't she hear you?"
"No," I heard Alice giggle. "I ditched her when she was in the dressing room."
"We'll see you then, I guess."
He snapped his phone shut with a one- thousandth of his strength and made me go on the drums.
It didn't take long for the four of us to make it to the song. Bella was forced to the mic, but Jasper rocked on bass.
A little while later, we heard the front door open and the girls put the umpteen bags in their rooms.
"Hey, Rose!" I yelled up to her. "I want you to do a song."
"What song?" she wondered, already by my side.
"Turn around, it's a surprise." Jasper and Alice were doubled over laughing (or dying) silently.
"If you dare..." Rosalie didn't even bother to finish her threat. And I really didn't want to know what she had in mind.
Bella had it all set up and we hit expert on the mic for Rose. We told her to turn around while Bella handed her the microphone.
Oh, God! I thought. Edward, you do know I'm not going to live after this, right?
He grinned and nodded happily.
Thanks. I'm glad I have some family to go down with me.
Edward gave me a confused look.
Well... you came up with the plan... no you and Jasper! I had no say in it, and I tried to talk you out of it, but you wouldn't budge. She'll believe me rather than you. Maybe I would live.