Emmet and an Interesting day
by:Me!
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything of the twilight series.
Chapter 4:
That is so not funny!
APOV
"Alice, what'd you see?" Rosalie was looking at me and I felt Jasper calm me.
"Well, I don't know what Emmett and Bella are doing exactly, but it involved Edward's boxers on her face and Emmett rolling on the floor laughing at her." Jasper grinned and Rosalie gave me a bewildered look.
I shrugged and gave another small giggle as Edward walked back to the Mercedes.
"Is that all you've seen since we've left?" I nodded and he laughed. "Well, at least she knows now, the little snoop. Well, doesn't matter. Emmett gave me the idea of a video, and so I hid a spy cam in his hair.
Rosalie whipped around and demanded to know when he did that.
"Yesterday before nightfall." I saw the look on Rosalie's face and knew something happened after the lights had gone out.
"Well, it probably fell out." She smiled with content.
"No change, I made sure it would stay unless physically removed." Edward smiled and Rosalie yelled he better forward to the next morning and a threat. Meanwhile, I grabbed Jaspers hand and we walked silently down the beaten trail.
Emmett's POV
I picked myself up off the floor and picked the boxers off the floor in front of me.
"So Bella, can I ask why you have a pair of Edward's boxers out? Do you miss him that much?" I threw the boxers back at her.
"No you can't ask." She huffed out.
"Oh, well, Bella why did you have a pair of Edward's boxers out?" She turned around and smiled.
"What was the point of asking if you could ask me a question and to ask anyways when I had already said no to asking it?"
I sat there for a second, before finally saying, "Huh?" She laughed and went downstairs into the kitchen to get something to eat I presume.
BPOV
Emmett was easy to trick, I didn't really mind him asking. I'd rather have him tell Edward I wanted to know if Edward wore boxers or briefs rather then I wanted to know how his underwear smelt. Though, I wouldn't mind knowing the second.
I laughed out loud to myself and shook my head. I had no idea where that second idea came from but it was not how I ever thought.
"BOO!" I screamed and dropped my apple slices on the floor.
"EMMETT THAT IS SO NOT FUNNY!" I picked up the apple slices I had perfectly cut off the floor and threw them in the trash. "Better be happy I'm human at the moment."
"Oh, who's afraid of the big bad Isabella?" I kept on cutting my second apple and ignored him. "Why do you have a princess name?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Isabella sounds like a princess name. Princesses aren't klutzy and turn red when something even small is said." My response, a blush.
"There it is! Ha-ha, just kidding. You could so be a princess if you wanted Bella." I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Emmett, what makes you think I want to be a princess?" He slowly smiled and started to pull something out from his overstuffed pocket in the back of his jeans.
"This!" I saw a tape and recognized my mom's handwriting on the front.
Bella's Sixth Birthday
She didn't.
My jaw popped open and I jumped to grab it out of his hand. He held it high above my head, and even if I jumped it was still about a foot away.
"HOW did you get that Emmett?" He smiled.
"I didn't, Edward did." He started to laugh.
"Edwards has seen that? How did he get it?" I tried to remember if it was the sixth or seventh birthday where the "cake incident" happened, but I drew a blank.
"The whole family has. And blame your mom, she sent a whole box full of tapes of you from when you were a kid." He walked over to the DVD/VCR and placed it in, forcing me down on the couch.
"She didn't." I could not believe my mother!
"She did, and we've seen all of them." Emmett pushed play, and the video started.
HA! Finally, an update. Blame summer, the parties that I have been going to, and my amazing friends!
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