Chapter 2- BEACH CONTEST PALOOZA
EPOV
"hmmm" I sighed, this was the life! I felt utterly content lying here in the sun, letting it's magnificent rays warm my frozen self to the very core.
Yes. I thought. Life truly doesn't get any better than this.
I peered under my lashes to see Bella in the same position as myself. Soaking the rays of sun as if they were something precious.
She missed this. I missed this. Hell, we ALL missed this!
Everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin my good mood.
TWO MINUTES LATER
"You just ruined my perfectly good mood!" I yelled, devastated at my horrendous loss
"Why Emmet? Why?" I fell down to my knees dry sobbing
Suddenly Jasper appeared out of no-where "dude would you get a grip! You are killing me with your insane emotions! And I'm already dead! A PMS-ing girl is better than you!" he yelled frustrated at me, the sobbing vampire
"Hey dude where did you come from?" Emmet asked surprised
"well you see" Jasper began explaining "Alice and I were exploring the benefits of the nudist beach…until DRAMA QUEEN OVER HERE totally ruined the mood!"
"not cool man, not cool" Emmet shook his head in agreement
"Umm, Eddie boy?" Emmet asked cautiously "now is not the time for your cry for attention. We have some serious issues"
At this I stood up and glared "this is all your fault! Why on earth did you think that feeding that shark a full sized watermelon was a good idea?"
"ha..ha.." he chuckled awkwardly "well you see" he shifted uncomfortably "it all started when…."
ONE MINUTE AGO
EMPOV
I was walking alone on the beach all sad and depressed. My family were all really enjoying themselves on the stupid beach. But I sure as hell wasn't.
My depression began when I found out once more, that I still couldn't tan. Stupid vampire stone-like skin!
And I had really been building my hopes up this time too!
Now if you've read the last chapter than you'd see that I might have a slight obsession with achieving a tan.
If you were wondering why, please allow me to explain;
FLASHBACK
It all started two years ago at the beach.
The week before my family had received a package from the Volturi, yada yada yada…you know what happens next
So we decided to go on a trip to the beach. My idea!
It was summer vacation, the sun was high in the sky and the beach was crowded.
I had been so excited! It was my first time out in the sun with humans since I had become a vampire.
I was even more pumped when I noticed a large sign saying WELCOME TO THIS YEAR'S ANNUAL BEACH CONTEST PALOOZA!
Needless to say, I was among the first to sign up. ESPECIALLY after finding out what the contest was about.
Can you guess? AH I'll just tell you. Are you listening?
It was a hotness contest! Or in their mighty fine words a HOTTER THAN THE SUN BEACH BOYS THROWDOWN.
Cool right? And the best part?
Being a vampire basically guaranteed me first place! I love winning!
So with confidence a-bursting I go stand there in line, next to all the ugly human dudes who had nothing on me. I scoffed at their foolishness for even bothering to enter this contest when I was a participant.
So every one of the dudes had to sort of strut the walk line (a stretch of sand) like a fashion model then – if he got enough cheers- he would stand next to all the other dudes that passed the first stage.
I passed. Of course.
The rest of the stages were all sort of mini games with the sole purpose to thin out the opponents.
We played volleyball, raced, swam, ate (so gross!) and well you got the point…
Then came- THE FINAL STAGE
We were down to two boys;
Your lovely hunk- myself-
And #23, or as I like to call him: Beach Douche.
The final stage was like stage one; based purely on the hotness scale.
I could see why Mr. Douche made it so far. He was –as far as a human could be- hot.
But I was hotter.
This time they let a judge decide. He came and examined us with narrowed eyes. It felt like he was trying to undress me with his looks. Creepster.
Then came the deciding moment; the drums were rolling and my family was cheering like crazy. Heck, the entire beach was cheering like crazy. In that moment I felt at the top of the world.
But a moment later I came tumbling down. All because of one two-digit number. Just one.
And the winner is….number 23!
But before anyone had time to say a word I was already yelling "WHAT?"
"ARE YOU FUCKING ME? I'M MUCH HOTTER THAN THAT DOUCHE BAG!" I yelled frantically
"I'm sorry number 8, but you lost"
"Why the hell did he win?" I asked, growling at the judge
"Because.." he stuttered "While you are very good looking, I'm afraid you are just too pale" he stated, obviously afraid of my reaction
"is that so?" I growled, a threatening look on my face
END OF FLASHBACK
If I had a tan, than I would look even hotter than I was now and I would finally beat that annoying brat at the stupid contest!
But that was not the reason Edward was screaming at me now, no you see…It had been two years since then and I still hadn't got back on the stupid judge the first time 'round.
Right after the contest was over, before the people even had a chance to disperse
stupid judge –as I like to call him- ran away screaming like a little girl. I'd scared him shitless with a few measly growls, pathetic.
And the dude hadn't returned last summer either!
But he came this time…and I wasn't planning on letting him off easily.
So I might have purposely pissed off a few sharks and them put them in the pool with stupid judge…how was I supposed to know he came with family?
All ended well, for the most part anyway. Stupid judge and his family are still alive and stuff…
But at least I managed to video tape the whole thing! So going on you-tube! So if you happen to see a little video tape hitting the record with the amount of likes. Just know. It's all thanks to a little tan. And a spite of vengeance.
But that's another story.
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