Bella Emmett
EMMETT!
Oh..uh..hi Bella
I. Hate. You.
Wow now Bella. Hate is a pretty strong word don't ya think? You know you don't mean it.
Of coarse I mean it! You shaved off my EYEBROWS!
Hey! It's not my fault you chose to take a nap right there on the couch , in plain view of ME! You know that could only lead to trouble.
W-wait Bella what are you doing?!
For God's sake! PUT THE MATCH DOWN!
The paper goes up in flames and Emmet slowly backs away from Bella who is now holding a lit match.
"BELLA PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"
"BELLA, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"
In a demonic voice " Emmett's been a bad boy."
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
Bella continues to back Emmett into the corner while singing merrily,
"Deck the halls with gasoline! Fa la la la la la la la la!
Light a match and watch them scream! Fa la la la la la la la la!
Now I don my flamethrower! Fa la la la la la la la la!
Then sit back and watch them smolder! Fa la la la la la la la la!"
A/N: Sup my peeps! This is just something that popped into my head as I was singing my wonderful version of deck the halls which is shown above. I'm currently writing the chapter that goes with the one suggestion I did get. It should be up soon. Remember, I'm always in desperate need of more ideas. Welp, till next time, Starrletta out.
Disclaimer: Trust me, If I ever own Twilight I will let you know.