A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in like.....a while. School's been hecktick, and I've never gottan the chance to type. And I like to type by myself, not with people in the room. It embarasses me too much!! Since I have a 3 day weekend this weekend, I'm gunna try to update twice. But I'm not making any promises. I also want to say, I had chapter 2 of this story months ago, but just as I was about to save it, the computer froze and I had to turn it off, so I was kinda pissed and I took a break for a few days.
I also wanted to ask that if anybody might hav song suggestions for later chapters, I could really use them!!! THNX!!
Soundtrack: Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake (You'll see why soon!!)
Chapter 2: Make Me Emmett!
(BPOV)
After I came up with my plan, I ran to my room and got changed. My room was simple, yet casual. I had faded yellow walls, a big closet off to the right side of the room, hard wood floors (at my request), yellow curtains on the big windows that faced the front yard, a computer desk that had my black iMac laptop and iHOME on it.
My queen sized bed had yellow and dark blue striped conforters, and thousands of pillows! I need at least ten just to get to sleep most nights, but they always fall off during the night. I had pictures of me and my friends on a cork board beside my dresser. I had a few pictures of me and Mike on it too. I'll have to remember to burn those later! I thought.
I put my soccer stuff away, and ran to the bathroom to shower. I used my favourite strawberry shampoo and conditioner for my hair, and my favourite pommegrantite body wash gel. I smelled so good after! I ran out of the shower, only to slip and fall flat on my ass on water that was on the floor. See, I'm clumsy anywhere but the soccer field! I dried myself off, and put on a matching black bra and underwear set. I didn't really where thongs alot like Angela and Jessica did. They bugged the shit out of me! I always wore boy short underwear.
I threw on a robe over top and blow dried my hair pinstrait. I got out of the bathroom and ran back to my room and into my closet. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, a black tank top and a peach coloured cardigan, that buttoned up inbetween my chest and sleves that went just above my elbows. I put on a little make up tiny diamond studs my dad bought me for Christmas last year.
I put on my gold converse all star lights and grabbed my iPHONE G3. I quickly called Angela and Jessica.
"Hello?" Jessica nswered.
"It's B. Meet me at my house in exactly ten minutes. I have an idea, and I need your help!" I said quickly.
"Um...Okay...?" she relpied and I hung up. I did the same thing with Angela, getting the same response.
I then called one of my best guy friends in the world. Paul.
"Hello? My life sucks!" he answered. I laughed.
"Hey. Is that my best lady in the world?" he asked me
"How'd you know Paul?" I asked with fake amazment.
"I can recognize that laugh anywhere babe!" we laughed.
"Listen Paul, I need a favor to ask you. Can me and Jess and Ang come by in about twenty minutes to the salon. You're gunna need to cancel a few appointments though for this."
"Sure no problem. I have another lady coming in and then I'm all yours. What do you need again?"
"I'll explain it when I get there okay?"
"Alright Ciao!" we said goodbye and I hung up.
Paul has been one of my best guy friends since I started at Cornwall in ninth grade. He was a junior then. And if you haven't noticed already, he's gay. He works at the hair salon in town. He lives in La Push, the indian reservation about twenty minutes from here. He went to La Push High for his first year, but changed over to Forks High after that. Some kids were jackasses to him at that school. He hung out with Angela, Jessica and I mostly. Then he graduated and went to beauty school to become a hair stylist. He was very talented, so he'd be perfect for what I had in store. Paul had russet coloured skin, due to the fact that he's a native, black hair that he got cut so it was a sort of mowhawk (Think of the Paul in the "She's the Man" movie, only darker.) He had a strong manly build, even if he was gay, you would've never been able to tell unless he told you. His eyes were dark just like his hair.
About five minutes after I called on Paul, Anglea and Jessica arrived. I ran to the door and allowed them in. I pulled them to my room and we sat down. Me on the bed, Angela on the floor, and Jessica on the chair at my computer desk.
"So whats up B?" Angela asked me.
"Ya really! I had to give up washing my moms car to come here. Not that I minded, but my mom did." Jessica said.
"Okay, listen carefully. Emmett just told me about half and hour ago, that him and his band got a slot in a music festival in London. So he'll be gone for about two weeks."
"Really? That's awsome...but wait, he's gunna miss school if he goes." Jessica said. After getting up from her chair and cheering.
"I was just getting to that part. Well, seeing as our suckish school cut our team. I'm pretty pissed. Especially since they think that us girls aren't good enough to play." I continued.
"Ya, that bites. Aren't those stupid teachers supposed to teach against discrimination. And that girls and guys are equal?" Angela interrupted me. She had a major point there!
"Yes and-Would you guys let me even finish?! Holy crap!" I said.
"Sorry!" they both said in unison. Jessica said in a rude tone, while Angela said it more apolligetically.
"Anyways, since Emmett is going to a new school. I got an idea. I could go to Illyria, pretend to be Emmett, and tryout for the guys team. Then when I make the team, I'll play Cornwall boys, then reveal that I was a chick the whole time, and prove that I'm good enough!" I finished.
Yep. That was my plan. I would go for the two weeks at Illyria, pretend to be my Twin brother, and tryout for the guys team and beat the Cornwall boys. Prove a thing er two to Mike and Coach Reynolds, and rub it in their faces afterwarsds.
Jessica and Angela both looked at me like I was mentally retarted.
"What are you talking about? Sure, you and Emmett are twins, but you don't look that much alike. He's an fing tank! You're tiny. And you'd have to live with guys, and people would be able to tell you're not Emmett! Not that I don't mind the idea. It's brilliant acutally." Jessica said.
"But then again, Illyria is all the way in Seattle, people wouldn't know what Emmett looked like if he was going to a new school hours away. They'd just think he's a tiny dork." I glared at Angela said.
"Not, that you're a dork. He-He!" Angela laughed nervously.
"That's why I got a hold of Paul. He said he'd be free the rest of the afternoon. He can help us. He can guy train me." I said.
"Well...I don't know. What if your parents going to say if they find out?" Angela asked.
"Pft! They won't find out. Renée's to dumb to even notice, and Charlie think's I'm at Cornwall. He never even calls me unless it's an emergency." So true. Never. Only if an emergency or when I stay at his house.
"Plus, wait til Mike see's that I was a girl all along. He'd be made a total fool out of if I score on him!" I said, smirking.
Angela and Jessica both did the same.
"So, when is Paul expecting us? Does he even know about this?" Jessica asked.
"I told him in about twenty minutes, and no. He doesn't know. I said we'd tell him about bit when we go there." I said.
"Well, lets head out. Oh this is gunna be so much fun! I'd never thought I'd see the day that Isabella Swan would go to such lenghts just for soccer!" Jessica said. O HELL no! She did NOT use my full name!
"You'd better run Stanley!" I glared playfully at her.
"O shit!" she yelled, and ran for Angela's car.
Angela and I both laughed and ran after her.
"BYE MOM! I'LL BE BACK LATER!" I yelled, and slammed the door.
We were out the door before she could respond, and got into Angela's car, and drove the ten minute drive to Forks Beauty Salon. We arrived and parked the car. During the ride, the girls slowly became accustomed to the idea. They eventually thought it was a good idea, and became more supportive. I was glad I had them.
We all hopped out and headed into the salon.
"Why hello ladies!" We could hear Paul call to us.
"Hey!" we all said in unison. We gave him a hug.
"Thank's so much for doing this Paul! I really appreciate it." I said with a smile.
"No problemo! You can always come to me if you need help. While you explain exactly what I'm about to do, which might end up being something I regret later on," he said. I hit him playfully, "I have to finish up with Mrs. Campbell."
We walked with him towards the back of the salon.
The salon was big. It had at least faive or six stations to do hair. The walls were a sea green and glass. It was really funky and modern. I waved to all the stylists that I knew, which was practically all of them. We arrived to Paul's station to se an old .
"Hey girls!" she greeted. She had giant rollers in her grey hair. Her glasses just rested on her nose, and a pale blue flowered dress on. Funny how someone so old would get their hair done at a place that does modern hair cuts. Not old lady hair cuts.
"Hi Mrs.C!" we all greeted. Paul grabbed a tooth comb and started to pick away at the old lady's hair.
"So, if you would please explain what you would like my help with." he said, not looking at me, but looking at the curlers.
"Okay, so. Emmett told me that he's going away to London for two weeks with his band, so-" I tried to explain, but I was cut off.
"Really? Good for him. That's great!" Paul said.
"I know right?!" Angela said with a cheecky grin. What was with everyone interrupting me??
"Would you let me finish?! God!" I interupted.
"Sorry." they both said at the same time.
"Anyway, so Emmett said that him and his band are going to London for two weeks, so he wanted me to call Illyria and say that he was sick with something," like mad cow, I added in my head. "so since he won't be there, and my soccer team got cut for the stupidest reason,"
"Why'd you get cut?" Paul asked.
"Because not enough grils sighned up!" I said.
"That's retarted!"
"I know! And when we wanted to try out for the boys team they said girls aren't as good a boys and that we couldn't!"
"What the hell?!" Paul said. Jessica and Angela both shook their heads in agreement.
"Moving on, so I figured since Emmetts gone, you would turn me into Emmett, I would go to Illyria pretending to be Emmett, try out for the boys team, make the team,play the Cornwall vs. Illyria game and beat the Cornwall boys team!" I finished with a smile on my face.
Paul just stared at me, unmoving.
"You want me to turn you into your brother?" Paul finally asked.
"Why not? And since Emmett and Bella are twins and no one knows Emmett there, they won't know the difference." Angela said.
"They'll know that he's a girl!" Paul said back.
"Paul, with your help, Bella will look like a clone of Emmett! It's not going to be as hard as when you turned Bella into David Beckham for Halloween last year. There's nothing to it since she looks like Emmett enough already." Jessica said.
"Yes, but there are some minor porblems with that." Paul continued to fiddle with hair.
"O yeah? Like what?" Jessica put her hands on her hips.
"Well theres the perky breasts, hair, feminine face and curvy body that I'll have to deal with." Paul gestured to me.
Mrs.C looked right at my cheast when Paul gestured there. A little freaky much? I took hold of my cardigan and pulled it over my chest a little more, and smiled uncomfortably at her. She looked away.
"So will you help us?" I asked.
"Well... I don't know..." Paul trailed off.
"You know I can do it Paul!"
"Well..."
"Come on Paul!" I said.
"Ya come on Paul!" Jessica and Anglea both said at the same time with cute smiles on their faces.
"Ya come on Paul!" Mrs. Campbell said.
Paul diliberated for a minute, then sighed and finally said, "Alright, I'll do it."
We cheered and high fived eachother. I mouthed thanks to Mrs. C and gave her a high five. She returned it.
"Just go over to the empty station and I'll be there in a minute." Paul said.
We made our way over to a white station on the other end of the hair salon. It had pictures of all three of us on the mirrors edge with Paul. This was like his personal station. It had different hair pieces in the drawers in all different colours.
We sat on the chairs near the station and chatted about what we were going to do after the make over. We decided that since the night to move into the dorms at Cornwall is the same day as Illyria, which was three days from now, I would stay over at Angelas and Paul would take me the next day, so I could spend some time with my friends. I would tell my mom that I was going to my dads house if I got caught leaving.
A few minutes later, Paul came around and told me to sit in the chair at the was white with gold handles on the drawers. They were all different colours and sizes.
Not a few minutes later, Paul came wandering over.
"Okay B. So we're just going to try on different facial hair pieces. Remember these are Crystals, so I don't want you damaging them." Paul said. Crystal was another hair dresser. She had platinum blonde hair with pink and blue streaks in it. She helpls out with the town plays as the stylist, so she kept all of these hair pieces for them. I had to remember to thank her for letting us use the pieces.
"Okay. Paul, Make me Emmett!!" I said spinning in the chair. Angela and Jessica laughed.
"Omygod! Paul, do this one first!!" Jessica said, grabbing a long, red coloured moustache.
Paul picked it up and put it on my face, while I wasn't facing the mirror. They wanted to surprise me when I saw it with it completly on.
After it was in place, all three of them burst out in laughter, and Paul turned me around in the chair. I burst out in laughter too.
I looked like a southern hick! The beard ended just below the corner of my lips.
"EWWW!!! PAUL TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!!" I laughed. He came over, still laughing and took it off. Jessica and Angela were holding onto eachother to keep from falling over they were lauging so hard.
So we spent the next hour and a half or so trying on moustaches and beards and goatees. My favourite was the bowler hat man moustache. It reminded me of an old English investigators moustache. When I had it on, I squished my lips together like a fish and swayed the moustache with my upper lips, and Paul put one on also. He just looked at me through the mirror, and we stared at eachother, until Paul suddenly lifted an eyebrow. I started laughing. Then Jessica and Angela got lonely and they both put on a random moustache and did the 007 pose on eachothers back. I tried on a goatee, and a really big beard and a super super long one. The whole time, I was unaware of all the pictures Angela was taking of me.
After the half hour, it suddenly dawned on me. Emmett doesn't have a moustache, or a beard, or a goatee.....well, he did have one, but it bugged him so he shaved it off......4 months ago!!
"Hey Paul, why are we doing this if Emmett doesn't have any facial hair?" I asked after trying on a moustache that looked like Hitlers. Definatly NOT wearing that too Illyria!!
"Well, I thought maybe you'd want to wear one to cover up the fact that you're a girl a little better, and it was kinda funny to see you like that!" He smirked at me.
"I'll say! Look at the pictures!" Angela said as she showed me the photos on her dark green camera. They were pretty funny, but I blushed with embarassment.
"You'd better not put those up on Facebook! If you know what's good for you Ang!" I said with a playfull glare.
But I could have sworn Jessica mutter too late. I shrugged it off. She probably said something else.
We spent another half an hour choosing mathcing sideburns, and eyebrows, then another twenty minutes choosing a wig. It was short and matched my hair colour perfectly, and hid my natural hair very well. It was around 6 o' clock when we decided, and then we went out to dinner at Olive Garden. We finished around 7 o' clock and then everyone headed home. Tomorrow was Saturday, so we decided to get together for my second part of my 'Emmett' training, as Angela called it.
I got home, showered and threw on a random pair of pajama's and went to bed.
I wole up the next morning and took another shower and changed into a white t-shirt with a blue sweater vest, beige shorts and black sneakers. I threw my hair in a pony tail and waited for Angela while eating breakfast.
She came with Jessica...and Paul, saying that we were going to Port Angeles. I quickly got in the car, and we drove away.
As we approached Port Angeles, which was a sunny day for once, the song 'Sexy Back' by Justin Timberlake cam on. Jessica and Paul started singing really badly, and Angela and I were laughing.
"I know that you'll be bringing sexy back when your at Illyria, Bells!" Paul said over our laughing.
We drove down to the local outdoor mall and went to a little café for lunch.
We sat down at the table and ordered our food. And we started planning out the day.
"Okay B. First, I want to work on a little handshake. I see alot of guys doing it in La Push, so I though guys in Seattle do it. You wanna try?" Paul asked.
"Sure, why not?" So him and I began practicing, we got most of it down pact when the waitress came back with our we tried out the whole thing.....let's just say it hurt!
You see, at the end of the handshake, you're supposed to jump into eachothers chest's...and well...a) I ended up knocking Paul to the grownd, and b) I hit him with my boobs, so it kinda hurt...alot!
"Ugh! Um, I think we'll have to do something about that later on today too." Paul said getting up off the ground.
"Uh, ya" I grunted.
A few hours later, we were on the buisiest street in Port Angeles. And what was I doing? Following guys around, pretending to be them. The actions, sounds, all of it. Paul said that if I tried mimicking men, I could understand how most of them did stuff like walk, talk and act.
First was some guy walking his dog, yelling into his phone to some lady.
"No! My Fru-Fru need's organic doggy treats!!! I will not have him eating the fake stuff! It's bad for his fur!" W.O.W! I guess some men like theor dogs...a little too much!
I started walking behind him, holding my empty hand out in front of me like I was holding a leash, my other empty hand by my ear like I was holding a cell phone, and started walking behind this random dude, and mimick him. I had to sway my feet in a weird way, which mad me almost fall (which might not have been a good thing) yelling randome words into my fake phone. I'd been doing this for nt even three minutes, when the guy turned aound and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders at him. He still looked at me, so I just walked ahead of him.
I walked back over to Jessica, Angela and Paul, who were trying- and failing- to keep in their laughter.
"Ooo, ooo follow him now Bella!" Angela said, pointing at a big black guy, with a white t-shirt, a white thing, you know those white things guys wear under hats, on his head and baggy jeans and his hand holding onto his very expensive belt buckle, that had a gun shape on it. It was pretty scary.
I decided to show them how much I'm not a chicken, and walked up behind him and began to sway my arm back and forth like I was driving a car, with my other hand on my invisible belt. Everyone around us would look at me funny, and I think the guy noticed, because he turned around with a questioning look on his face and looked at me.
I made a nervous laugh, pulled a Bella and blushed furiously, and walked back towards the guys.
"There! I hope your happy Angela!" I said still blushing.
"O I am Bells!" She said smiling and looking at her camera. Wait! Did she.....? She didn't.......did she?
"O my god, you did NOT just film me doind that!" I hissed at her.
"Um, I did B. I couldn't resist!" she said with a little blush, not as bad as mine though.
"Let me see." I demanded. And in fact, on the screen, was me walking back and fortha, following this guy, looking like a complete retard. I blushed even harder.
"O come on Bella, it's not that bad!" Jessica said.
"As long as that doesn't go on Facebook either, I'm okay."
As I walked towards Paul, who was standing back watching us, I could hear Jess and Angela giggling. Probably from the video, I thought.
So at the end of the day, we stopped at my house. Renée was at a meeting, so we were okay, and from my room, we could see if anybody came into the drive way. We went to my room, where I checked my emails, and Paul went into Emmett's room and grabbed all of his Illyria clothing. We were going to hemm them so I could fit. They school gave them six or seven school uniform outfits, three sets of gym clothes and a track suit, as well as some sweaters. We would keep the sweaters the same size, because the size of those didn't matter, they still fit. I foudn a pair of gym shorts that looked almost identical to the Illyria ones, and put those into the gym bag I was going to use. I only took three different school outfits, so that when Emmett did come back, he would have something to wear that fit. Paul also got some of Emmett's old clothes that I could wear for casual, some button up dress shirts, long sleved t-shirts, no t-shirts sadly though, cause you'd be able to see my skiny, hairless arms. He even got some of Emmett's jeans that fit me, and some sweat pants.
"Okay, we got all of that. We'll try on the uniforms, after we fix your cheast problem." Paul said.
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with the size of them!" I joked.
"Shut up!" he laughed.
Jessica and Angela both told me to take my top off, and begin to wrap a giant cloth bandage really tightly against my boobs. They spun me around until I fell to the floor, taking them with me. We got the bandage in place, which caused me to be as flat as I could be, which was enough to be covered up. Then Paul put the clothes on me and size them.
"Okay, so I should have these finished by tomorrow." Paul said.
After hanging out for a while, they all finally went home, just before my mom got home. Her and I ate dinner, and then I headed off to bed. With my dreams being filled of the look on Mike's face when he find's out it was me as Emmett all along. I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face.
The next morning, was the night before I was heading off to Illyria, and for some reason, I felt nervous. I knew it would have been normal, cause I mean come on. I'm going to a strange school as my brother! But I didn't want to be nervous, so I told myself to think of it as a soccer game, and be focused. I got up and began to back my bag early. I put in some underwear, no bra sadly, socks, my soccer kleets and other soccer gear, the bandage, my hair pieces, toiletries, towels (all white!) and my school boots. But I also didn't forget to put in some tampons, which was going to be the hardest thing to hide, especially if some of it seaped and go onto my underwear and pants. I hid them in my school boots.
Later on in the day, Paul and Jessica and Angela came over to set me up, and try on the clothes, to be sure they fit me, but also looked like guys clothes. Paul gave me each outfit, shoved me into the bathroom, and I tried each one on. The first outfit was a blue button up dress shirt with a beige sweater vest and red tie, with beige pants. I came out and they all looked at me. It fit nice, I could move around in it, and I had the cloth on, so I looked like a small guy...with long hair and a girls face.
They shovved me into the bathroom again to put on the next outfit. This one was a simple blue button up polo with th Illyria logo on the front, and a dress jacket with another pair of beige pants. They judged that one and shoved me back into the bathroom again.
The third outfit was black pants with another blue dress shirt and a red tie. I was supposed to wear this with an Illyria sweater.
After the first and last outfits were put into the bad I was going to carry, they put on my wig and eyebrows and sideburns and put me into the outfit. When I came out, I was stunned.
I looked almost like a smaller Emmett! It was kinda creepy. All I thought in my head was this is going to work.
"Holy crap Bella!!" Jessica said when I came out. Paul was smiling at me, probably praising himslef, and Angela was staring wide eyed with her mouth wide open too.
"My work here is done!" Paul said.
We all high fived eachother, but then we heard my mom's car pull up into the driveway.
"Run Bella!" Angela said.
I was chucked into the bathroom, and I quickly changed into my regular clothes, and took off the wig, eyebrows and sideburn as quickly as I could, while I could hear Jessica, Angela and Paul rushing to put things away, then run down the stairs.
I ran out of the bathroom, threw the stuff behind my bed and back down the stairs, where they were all sitting on the couch pretending to watch Family Guy. My mom came through the door with another buisness suit on.
"I'm home!" she yelled.
"O hey mom!" I said from the stairs.
Paul then rushed over while my mom wasn't looking and threw his hands at my head and pulled by my ears. It really hurt. I was about to yell sat him when I noticed what was in his hands. The fake sideburns. I must have went to pull on them, but didn't get them all the way. I thanked him silently.
Around three or four o'clock, they all left. Then I went upstairs until seven when I decided it was time to go to Jessica's house, where I was spending the night, and then the next day I was going to Illyria the next day.
I grabbed all my bags, and my soccerball, and tried to leave without being noticed. Which didn't seem to work.
"Where are you going?" my mother asked me. I cringed, facing the door. So close, so close!
"Mom, I told you. I'm going to dad's house for two weeks." I said.
"No you're not. We've barley spent anytime together this summer, now you just go upstairs and unpack." She said getting up from the kitchen table, where she saw me.
Shit! I knew I was going to regret saying this, but it was my last shot. "Mom, I thought about what you said, and I thought maybe being a debutante won't be such a bad thing, so since Lauren's going to be at dad's with Emmett, I thought maybe she could teach me this whole...debutante thing." I said with a fake smile, while on the inside, I was killing myself.
She gasped. "That, is so, exiting!" she said coming over to me and wraping her arms around me.
"I know." I agreed with her.
"Okay, so when you go, theres going to be a brunch with the society and did I tell you about the fundraiser, it's going to be a carnival!" she said walking me to the door.
"O. My. God!" I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Okay, so be careful honey, I'll see you at the carnival!" she said helping me out the door.
I waved at her, then ran to my old truck. We got it from a friend of my dad's for my birthday, and it totally matched my style. Emmett even spray painted a soccerball on the back, I had to laugh at that when I saw it.
I got into the car, and drove the five minute drive to Jessica's. Her and Angela both greeted me at the door. We stayed up until ten or eleven, cause we had to get up early to say goodbye, cause Paul said he was going to be at Jessica's house around six or seven thirty.
We had popcorn, watched videos on youtube, movies on tv, and even looked at some of the profiles on Facebook. We had a good night.
then we finally hit the hey, and slept in the living room. I was excited, and could barly sleep. Soon, I was going to make that damned boys soccer team and beat Cornwall! I wasn't going to give up!
A/N: So, wow, this is really long!!! I never thought it was going to be THIS long. So next chaoter...EDWARD APPEARS!! YAY! I can't wait. In fact, I think I'll start it right away!!
So your probably are wondering why Jessica and Angela were being so secretive about the photos and video. Well, you'll have to find out in another few chapters. It'll com in handy for Edward later on.
Alright. REVIEW!!! I'm gunna go sing the best song on the radio right now. Number 1by Kardinal Official!!!! :)
Peace.
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