BPOV

I woke up groggily and opened my eyes to see Alice's face right up to mine. I gave a little scream but she didn't even flinch.

"Oh good. You're up." She smiled a dazzlingly bright smile and walked towards the closet we had both hung our clothes in the day before.

I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head. Than I threw the pillow at Alice's back but she caught it, already anticipating the hostile move. "Why are you Cullens so bent up on waking me up in the worst ways possible? Couldn't a gentle 'Bella, wake up' been enough? Noooo. One has to go screaming at me about toast and now I wake up to find you staring at me looking all deranged, waiting for me to wake up." I pushed the covers off in frustration and leaned on my elbows.

"If that's really the one thing you find the craziest about us, I don't know if I should feel flattered or check you into a mental institution. Now, we have a lot to do today so I suggest you get yourself a shower and get ready. You know Emmett won't wait for you. He's like a squirrel on crack." I wearily watched her as she flipped through the clothes with amazing speed. Speaking of squirrels on crack…

I closed my eyes and mentally prepared myself for another day with Emmett and jumped into the shower. When I came out, Alice was nowhere to be seen but she had a full outfit lying on the bed, just waiting to be worn. I rolled my eyes with a sigh and reluctantly put on the clothes. I guess I would have to get used to her picking out my clothes since it will probably occur more often once Edward and I got married.

I walked into the breakfast area/dining room in the hotel and quickly spotted them. It wasn't all that hard but not for the reasons I thought. Yes, their pale skin made them easier to spot but what really pulled my attention to them was Emmett…with a giant pile of food in front of him. I curiously made my way over and sat down at an empty chair. Edward gave me a giant smile and a wink but went back to watching Emmett. I glanced around to see that they were all watching Emmett, Rosalie with mild interest, as usual.

"What's going on," I whisper to Edward. His smile gets bigger as he leans in to whisper back. "Jasper dared Emmett to eat three different kinds of food and we're waiting for him to make his choices." I raised my brows in surprise and turned my attention to Emmett who was struggling with a serious dilemma before him: French toast or pancakes. He already had bacon and eggs sitting aside.

I tried to stifle a giggle as he finally picked the pancakes and started placing packet after packet of butter on the pile. "Dude, the butter is not going help it taste any better," Jasper told him with a snort.

Emmett shot him a piercing glare and said, "It will be a masterpiece" in the haughtiest tone he could manage before adding even more butter to the already drowning pancakes. We all looked at each other and this time, I wasn't the only one trying not to laugh.

When he had added at least 20 packets of butter and the pancakes were barely visible, he finally held up his knife and fork to let us know he was ready to start. Our attentions went to him as he pulled the plate of eggs to him. He made a big show of cutting it up into miniscule bites. Than, he put a piece in his mouth and chewed slowly before swallowing.

The seconds ticked by as we all stared, waiting for some kind of confirmation. Finally, he put his fork down and wipes his lips with a napkin.

"Tastes like…crap." He announced and we all fell back laughing. I looked at the pancakes and told Emmett that he shouldn't have wasted all those pancakes.

"It's not a waste. It's Mount Butterton. Get it? Butter-TON." He giggled before jumping out of his seat and skipping out of the hotel.

"Wow. Any sort of intelligence that he seemed to have in those few minutes has been completely wiped out by that statement." Jasper shook his head and took the plates over to the trash. I got up as well and started picking out food from the little buffet. Once I had everything I wanted, I sat back down and was relieved that Edward was the only one there.

"They went to go look around…and keep Emmett from doing something stupid. I keep telling them that it's an impossible task but they never listen to me." He shook his head and shrugged, waiting for me to finish so we could follow.

Once we were out in the cloudy air, I couldn't help noticing how much Salem resembled Forks. As we were walking along, though, we came across a large crowd of people, appearing to be watching something. Edward and I made our way through the crowd to see what was going on.

Oh no. It was Emmett, pointing at Alice. I didn't understand why everyone was watching so intently though. I asked someone next to me what was going on. He whispered, "The large guy just accused that small chick of being a witch." I looked back and rolled my eyes before pushing through and walking up to Emmett.

"Emmett, what's going on?" I asked while going to stand next to Alice. Before I knew it, he was pointing at me.

"I accuse you of being a witch too!" Than he said something under his breath that I couldn't pick out but Alice seemed to hear him seeing as her eyes turned into tiny slits of anger and her hands curled into fists.

I looked at Alice in confusion and when she saw me, she whispered, "He said that's what we get for being 'Rosalie stealers.' Imbecile." She shook her head and walked away. She didn't get far as our tour guide, Honest Bob, showed up and stood before her, blocking her way.

"Hold on there. You ladies have both been accused of being witches. By the rules of Salem, I am obliged to throw you in jail until you are proven innocent." He said this in a very serious voice but a huge smile appeared on his face once he finished. He pulled out two plastic cuffs and told us that he had to put them on. Alice and I both glared at Honest Bob and then at Emmett as we held out hands behind our backs.

The stupid plastic things held my hands together quite tightly but I could tell they didn't bother Alice any. As we stood next to each other, she whispered, "Be afraid. Be very afraid." I knew it was meant for the vampire ears alone since I barely made out the words myself. Emmett turned her way and gave her a huge smile.

"Have fun in jail, witch. Good luck in the hanging." He then had the gall to wave at us. I looked around for Edward and saw him giving me an exasperated look. I returned it and shrugged.

"Oh no, there's going to be a trial before any punishment is handed out," Honest Bob informed us with that annoyingly cheery voice.

Great. Now I had to wait in jail to be proven that I'm not a witch. This day just could not get any better.

Sooo. I'm back. Again. For like the 50th time. Hope you enjoyed. Please review. Gbye.