A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Dolphinace for such an easy request. Read and review? Enjoy!
Poll: Emmett is currently in the lead with the bumper cars. Continue voting.
Trivia: Blackbeard was not a pirate, he was an English lord who had many wives and killed them all if they went into the "room of the dead" in his castle, claiming to society that they died of natural causes such as small pox or lukemia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Just Tart
"This is odd."
"What is?"
"This."
"What do you mean, 'this'?"
"Your trail of sweet tarts."
"What about it?"
"Why are you laying a trail of sweet tarts?"
"So I won't get lost."
"Emmett…"
"Yes, Jasper?"
"How likely is it that you'll get lost in your own house?"
Straightening up, Emmett glared at his brother who was leaning against the wall, smirking.
"Shut up." Emmett snarled before emptying the rest of the packet of candy onto the floor.
"Seriously thought," Jasper began, "You're not Hansel, and I'm certainly not Gretel. Why are you laying a trail of candy?"
"There was no bread." The burly vampire replied as if it were obvious.
Sighing, Jasper said "Really, Emmett. It's not like Esme and Carlisle are going to lure you down from your room to get lost in the living room."
"Perhaps not, but I wouldn't put it past Alice."
"You really think she's that dumb not to at least take you outside first?"
"If her brain is the size of her skull structure, then yes."
"Emmett?"
"Yes, Jasper?"
"Run."
Without another word, the blonde was in hot pursuit of the bear, wanting to make sure that if he ever got to see him on his deathbed, that it wasn't a poison apple that put him their; he'd prefer it if his brother died at his own hand. At the moment, at least.