Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Dun dun dun….

Bella P.O.V.

All was quiet on the tour bus.

I crept stealthily into the kitchen.

I reached for the cabinet.

One foot away.

Now a half a foot away.

A quarter of a foot away…and…

"Whaz up Bella!" a loud voice boomed.

Dammit.

I recoiled my outstretched fingers, leaning nonchalantly against the counter.

"Nothing Emmett, just going for a midnight…stroll." I mumbled. He nodded.

"Yeah…you're a really bad liar Bella. Now come here and tell uncle Emmy the truth." he motioned next to him. I rolled my eyes, stepping across the small kitchen.

"Now, why were you REALLY up at…" -he checked an invisible watch on his wrist- "one in the morning?"

"Well…err…you see…I have a weakness." I admitted. He nodded understandingly.

"I see. We all have weaknesses Bella. Mine, for example, is Rosalie. And pickles." he added on, drool dripping down his chin. Then he became serious, clasping his hands together.

"What is your weakness?"

I bit my lip.

"shshsh." I mumbled.

"What language was that in Bella? Speak to me! In English!" I hung my head.

"I said my weakness is…late night cleaning." I mumbled quietly. He gasped.

"I too, share the addiction that is…late night cleaning. Some say it's a disease. An obsession even. But not I. I say it's a….dance party!" he screamed. He sashayed out of the room, and I heard the bedroom doors of the tour bus being shut gently.

He came back in and flipped on the juke box. KC & the Sunshine Band's "Get Down Tonight" came blaring from the speaker.

I tried to refrain from dancing.

I really did.

But the hip rhythm was just too much. Too…funky. I felt my hips sway…slow at first. I started snapping, tapping my foot. Doing groovy back steps in time with the beat, my shoulders rising and falling in disjointed movements. Then the image of Emmett's funky disco poses sent me over the edge. I let loose, my arms flapping and my hips gyrating.

"Yeah!" Emmett yelled. He boogied over to the cabinet, pulling out the cleaning supplies. He threw me a bottle of Windex, while he started to waltz with the mop. I started singing as I sprayed the counter, wiping it down with exaggerated motions.

"Hey Emmett!"

"What Bella?"

"I'm wiping the counters…AT NIGHT!" I demonstrated this by bopping my shoulders in a groovy beat while I scrubbed in circles. He flashed me the thumbs up.

"Hey Bella!"

"What Emmett?"

"I'm mopping the floor…AT NIGHT!" he yelled.

"You go man! You're on fire!" He swung the mop from one hand to the other, moving his hips in time with the splats of water. I picked up a plate, scouring it with the sponge.

"Emmett! I'm washing dishes…AT NIGHT!" I screamed.

"Work it girl!" he started to foxtrot with the broom, the swoosh of the bristles adding to the funky atmosphere of the room. I started tap dancing where I stood, spraying water everywhere. Then I slipped on the water, landing in a split. Emmett dropped down beside me, break dancing in the puddles. I grabbed a towel, rubbing the floor dried.

"Hey Bella, guess what."

"What?"

"You just dried the floor…AT NIGHT!"

"WOOHOOOO!" he sprayed the dish soap at me and I hit him with the dirty sponge. Then we cleaned it up. The hours ticked by in the midst of funky music and obsessive cleaning. We listened to everything from 80's hair bands to line dance. And before I knew it the rooster that haunted the bathroom was crowing piercingly. Five o'clock in the morning. Emmett sighed happily.

"I think we got a lot done." he said with a satisfied nod.

"Yes. Yes we did." I muttered awkwardly.

I glanced at him.

"Never speak of this again?" I pleaded.

"Yes. I think that's best."

We shared an awkward handshake before starting to meander off to bed.

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Meet here tomorrow night?" he asked with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Deal!" I agreed.

Now, time to get a few minutes rest…..AT NIGHT!

A/N: Hehe. I stole the AT NIGHT think from spongebob. Review if ya get a chance!