AN: So....
I probably should be updating something else, but well...
Here I am instead.
Oh, yeah. Couldn't fit this in the summary box --why are those damn things so short?!-- so I'm gonna mention here that there's some swearing in here, 'cause I have a bit of a mouth.
Blame my sisters.
Disclaimer: SM owns everything.
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"Get that damn thing out of my face," Bella snapped. She shifted around in her car seat and turned to glare at Jasper, who was holding the offending object.
"This is not getting caught on camera!" she told him, angry. "It's bad enough that I'm doing this, but there will be no proof of this event on tape!"
Jasper withdrew the camera to the backseat of Rosalie's car, where he was sitting. "I get it. You're camera shy."
Rosalie snickered from the driver's seat.
"I swear to God, Jasper, shove that thing in my face one more time, and I'm gonna kill you!" threatened Bella.
"You love me too much to kill me," Jasper muttered, distracted, as he looked down at the camera.
"What are you doing?" Bella asked, sounding suspicious.
Jasper's grey eyes flickered up to Bella's before looking down quickly. "Um. Nothing?"
"Bullshit. Gimme that thing, right now." She tugged the camera from his hands and stared down at the screen.
"What the hell, Jasper?" she asked. "Why can't I delete this? And what the hell does 'Lock in place' mean?"
Jasper's face was smug as he answered. "You can't delete that video without the password. Which only I know."
Rosalie snickered again.
"I. Hate. You." Bella tossed the camera into the backseat as they pulled up in front of the tattoo parlor.
It was a small building, a bright red banner announcing the place's name --Tattoo World-- and a smaller sign in the window with the parlor's hours on it.
Bella groaned when she saw it.
Rosalie grinned. "Let's go get a tattoo, shall we?"
-:-
"Um..."
"Just pick one, it's not that hard!"
"It's gonna be on my body forever! I have to like it!"
Rosalie sighed and pointed her finger down at a random tattoo. "This one. How about this one? It's nice."
"It's a bit....gothic, don't you think?" said Bella.
Rosalie peered down at it. "The devil is standing on the top of a globe, laughing. So?"
Jaspered sighed and looked at the tattoo choices. "Bella, what about this one?" He pointed down at the sheet of paper. "Seems like something you would like."
It was a small star that was shaded in with a dark green color. It wasn't too big, perhaps the size of a quarter.
"I like it," Bella annouced after looking at it. She had always loved the color green, even when she was still a small child. And, anyway, a tattoo of that size couldn't hurt too much, could it?
-:-
"Ahh!" Bella choked out. "You murderer!" (1)
The tattoo artist looked up from Bella's shoulder, alarmed. Rosalie leaned down and patted him on the arm.
"Don't mind her," Rosalie said. "She's a little....odd when she's in pain."
The tattoo artist nodded slowly and went back to work.
"Stop! It hurts!" Bella pleaded.
Rosalie rolled her eyes and examined the partly finished tattoo. "It's pretty."
Rosalie had already gotten her tattoo, a blood red rose located on her wrist. Jasper was going next, planning on getting a ying yang on his shoulder.
"It's painful!" Bella said. "Stop! Please, I'm begging you."
The tattoo artist ignored her.
Jasper and Rosalie exchanged smirks.
-:-
"I guess it wasn't too bad," Bella said slowly, looking at Jasper. She turned to Rosalie. "I mean, it was painful, and I'm gonna regret this later, but...well it was kind of fun."
"Atta girl," Rosalie muttered.
Jasper chuckled.
Bella leaned forward, eagerly. "So, what's the next item on the List?"
Rosalie and Jasper exchanged nervous looks; something they seemed to be doing a lot lately.
"Um," Rosalie began. "You see....the next twenty or so numbers go together."
Jasper rubbed the back of his neck. "Number Three is going shopping...."
Bella snorted, "I've gone shopping befo-"
Rosalie cut her off. "In New York."
Bella laughed, "Good joke guys. Now really, what's Number Three?"
Jasper entwined his two hands and stared down at them, while Rosalie concentrated on the road.
"No..." Bella looked wildy from Jasper to Rosalie. "Tell me you're kidding."
"I'm kidding," Rosalie said without looking at Bella. "But that makes me a liar."
Bella dropped her head into her hands. "New York?"
"We've never been to New York before," Jasper muttered guiltily.
Bella looked up and fought back the urge to whimper. "Can I use a veto?"
"No," Jasper and Rosalie answered at the same time.
Bella plucked an excuse off of the top of her head. "What about Charlie? He won't be happy about me going to New York."
Rosalie glanced back at Bella for a second. "He already knows. And he's happy about it."
Something flashed into the front of Bella's mind: Charlie, talking about big cities, playing New York, New York, an old Frank Sinistra song, watching a TV show about Manhattan....
"Oh, God," Bella groaned. But she could feel her resolve crumbling, just like it had for the bungee jumping. Her resolve had never been good when Jasper and Rosalie were involved.
"What time is our flight?" muttered Bella. After all, Forks, Washingtion was very far away from Manhattan, New York.
"Um..."
Note to self, Bella thought. Never good ever comes out of Rosalie staring off a sentence with "Um."
"We're not taking a plane," announced Rosalie brightly.
"Road trip!" Jasper said excitedly.
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(1) My friend, Briana did this when she was getting something pierced. I wasn't there, but she told me about it many time. Many, many times. Anyway, just as the guy put the needle in her --or whatever they use to make the earring holes--, she shouted out "You murdered!"
So I felt the need to put it in.
And the next twenty or so numbers will take place all over the country, so if you've ever been on vacation and did something cool somewhere in the U.S of A, send me a review saying what it was, and I'll try to shove it in somewhere.
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