A/N – I am not going to apologize for taking a long time to update. Hate me if you want, but I think that if real authors are allowed to take waaay to many years getting new books out, then a student writing her first fanfiction is allowed to take a few extra days getting a chapter out. Anyway, as always, read, enjoy, and review.

As Always,

~MJ

Of Music and Lyrics and Poisonous Chemicals

Alice's Point of View

Jasper and I were running in Southern British Columbia when I saw it.

I stopped dead. Esme and Carlisle were at a hospital fundraiser and Rosalie was shopping for my present, a new Prada purse that wasn't even available in North America yet. All the way in France, she would be no help. Edward and Bella were over at Bella's house watching Music and Lyrics - Bella's favourite movie. I really hated to interrupt them as I already promised I wouldn't, but they were my only option. At least they could hold Emmett off until Jasper and I got home.

Emmett was supposed to be making cookies for his Random Act of Kindness tomorrow, but his attempt was going to get ugly in about twenty-three minutes.

"Jasper," I called to my husband, who was running ahead of me. I knew he would feel my worry, but I had already started dialing. I hoped they'd get there in time.

Bella's Point of View

The phone rang right when Alex and Sophie were about to kiss for the first time. I punched the pillow in frustration while Edward untangled his hands from the lock of my hair he had been playing with

I groaned and grabbed the phone from the cradle.

"Bella," I heard Alice's voice on the other end and sighed. "I need you and Edward to go back to the house and help Emmett with those cookies. Did I mention it was an emergency?"

"Awww, Alice," I knew I was whining, but honestly, I didn't care. She promised to leave us alone today.

"C'mon Bells, please," she was whining as much as I was. "Pleasepleaseplease, PLEASE!"

I was either a complete pushover or a hopeless sucker for guilt trips. Most likely, it was a bit of both.

"Fine," I grumbled. "But you will owe me forever."

"Thank you sooo much, Bella," Alice chirped. "Don't forget to hurry."

As I hug up, I turned to Edward and made my voice as bright as possible.

"Edward," I said. "We are going on a road trip."

Edward's Point of View

I had just turned into the driveway when I began smelling what must have been the cookies, or at least what was left of them. Unconsciously, I pressed my foot harder on the gas pedal, causing even my wonderful Volvo to whine in protest.

Thanks to my injudicious testing off my car's capabilities, we got there within another minute. I dashed around to open the passenger door for Bella before she had even undone her sear belt. She chuckled, and I winced. Even after about a year and a half, I still half expected her to bolt whenever I slipped up.

I could tell when she started smelling the burning smell because she grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the front door. She tripped on the bottom step and I reached out to help her, but she had already righted herself and was opening the door. I seemed that even Bella could move quickly when she needed to.

Emmett's Point of View

The buzzer sounded and I headed for the oven. Weird, I thought to myself. Even though the recipe said they were done, they still looked way too pale. Oh whatever, I'll just stick them in for a few more minutes and see what happens. Besides, I'm almost on level 136 of Extreme Auto Racing…

Jasper's Point of View

As Alice and I ran up to the house, the first thing I noticed was an ugly burning scent. Alice jerked open the door to reveal Bella taking exactly one dozen blackened lumps out of the oven. Alice ran upstairs to confront Emmett, so I contented myself with going to stand beside Bella.

"Is there any way to save them?" I asked, even though I could tell from Bella's dejection that there wasn't. She glanced at her watch quickly.

"Time of death, eight twenty-three p.m.," she said sadly just as Esme and Carlisle walked in the door.

"Oh dear," gasped Esme.

Esme's Point of View

"Oh dear," I said holding back a small cry of amusement. The funniest thing I have ever seen was Jasper and Bella caught in the act of mourning a tray of what looked to be charcoal cookies. Beside me, I heard Carlisle laugh.

"What did you do this time, Bella?"

"They weren't Bella's cookies," Jasper said morosely. "They were Emmett's, but he got distracted."

I smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better go into town for more flour then," I said, noting the empty package still lying on the counter.

"Yeah," Bella said. "But he can't make them for tomorrow."

What did she mean by that?

"The oven will have to be cleaned and the fumes from the cleaner will be kind of poisonous," Bella said, noting Jasper's confused look in a very perceptive way.

"She's right," Carlisle said. "Emmett can't finish his cookies until tomorrow at the very least."

"WHAT!" a booming voice yelled from upstairs.

Alice's Point of View

"WHAT!" Emmett roared furiously.

"Calm down, Emmett," Edward started, but Emmett just ignored him and barreled down the stairs.

"Way to go Alice," Edward said scathingly. "Why didn't you wait to tell him that?"

"Because if we told him while Carlisle wasn't here, he would have just ignored us and baked them anyway," I answered smugly. I waited patiently while Edward watched my vision of exactly thirty-two students clustered into the emergency room at Forks General Hospital, all with severe food poisoning.

"Bella would not have been able to warn them all," it was not a question; it was a statement.

"No," I answered anyway. He shrugged and started downstairs. A loud crash of breaking glass suddenly made itself heard from the living room. I winced and ran after him.

Rosalie's Point of View

After two hours of negotiation, I finally had the birthday present. It was large and just perfect for her.

My cell phone rang just as I was stepping into my rental car. I flipped it open, noting that it was from Alice.

"Alice," I said. A group of teenage boys were walking across the street and one of them, a geek with mousey hair, was watching me. As if kid.

"Is it okay with you if we do our Act tomorrow instead of on Wednesday? You already said yes, but Esme said I should be polite and call you anyway." Of course she would have already foretold my answer.

"I don't mind, but wasn't Emmie supposed to start the week off with his Act?"

"Well, yeah, but there was a little incident involving the oven and Emmett's Playstation." Rosalie, do not even ask.

"Okey-dokey, then," Alice finished. "Emmett will go on Friday and the rest of us will move up a day. By the way, I love my present, you really shouldn't have."

Stupid physic vampire sis. "Bye, Alice," I said, and before she could say anything else, I hung up the phone.

"Yikes," I yelped, noticing the time. If I missed this flight, Alice would kill me.