Hey everyone. Sorry this took so long. I have been spending all week writing my new story, New Moon. So check that one out, all right!
Song: I Don't Wanna Be In Love by Good Charlotte
Chapter 4: The Abercrombie Emo
The door opened, slowly, hesitantly. Rosalie was scared for what was behind the door, scared of me. That sure didn't help my self-esteem, let me tell you!
"Aah! Emmett! I love it!" she was ecstatic. I breathed an unnecessary sigh of relief.
"Really?"
"Really. It's so much better than the other look."
"Ok, so you like everything, the clothes, the hair… everything?"
"Um, no duh! You look fab-u-lous! So prep. It's wonderful, babe."
"I love you," I said, inexplicable overcome by a surge of love. "Jasper! Stop screwing with my emotions!"
"Sorry," he yelled. "But you preppy guys are so easy to mess with it's almost boring!"
"So why do you do it?"
"Cuz it's not boring! It's just almost!"
I sighed, again, and turned my attention back to Rose and Alice. Alice was still getting her hair finished. Her black hair was being dyed blacker, inky. "I'm surprised you aren't emo, Alice. You have the look down."
She looked at her outfit, a black Abercrombie shirt, and dark blue flare jeans from Hollister. "Oh yeah, I'm the Abercrombie emo." (AN- that's what some people called my the other day cuz I scratched my arms on wire, so I looked emo, but I was wearing Abercrombie. Thus, the Abercrombie emo was born.)
Rose laughed at that one. "Abercrombie emo! Hah! That's such and oxymoron!"
"Yeah, Em, don't you know what a real emo is? Or a real prep for that matter?" she looked at my outfit and matched it to my personality. I could see the big red X, when she put those two together, in her eyes.
I could hear a burst of laughing from downstairs. Obviously Edward had seen it in her mind, and it had been funnier than what I was seeing.
"Emmett, darling. We need to talk. Your… persona, per say, doesn't quite match up to where it should be. We need to work on that a little," Alice told me.
I shrugged. "Whatever."
Then I walked out of the room. But I could hear Alice's jaw drop as another big X came up.
The Abercrombie Emo. That was me. Yay.
Not my best, I know. But I'm in a melodramatic mood still from my last chapter of Blue Moon. Not my best funny-story-writing-mood. So please review, and I'll love you. Hey that rhymed!
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