Well, hello again! Thank you so much for all the reviews received! You guys gave me the inspiration and motivation to set forward again! So yeah, I've decided to continue it with bits and thats from the Exile Island... just so you know, the boys are not going to take it in!

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Chapter 17 – The Secret Underwater Meeting

Special Chapter: Emmett's POV

I wiped the last bits of pizza away from my mouth angrily. The other three boys had slumped around the house, exhausted after a vomiting spree. I knew the girls called our vomiting as morning sickness. Dang them! First they punish us, then they put cameras in the toilets, and laughed at us when we barf. Is there any justice in this world?

I walked into the living room, where Carlisle was lying in the couch looking paler than usual. He was closing his eyes, and I decided he needed some cheering up. I crept silently over and yelled as loud as I dared without breaking the window,

"IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL?"

Carlisle just about jumped up three feet and almost knock off the roof. He looked wildly around, and when he spotted me laughing on the floor, he just sighed and threw himself on the couch again.

"Enough, Emmett. I'm exhausted, alright? I've just gag up about a galleon of blood,"

I looked at him, pulled a sympathetic face, and whispered in his ear, "You did a great job, man. It's a girl,"

Carlisle glared at me. His eyes were pitch black because of all the morning sickness. I swear, Carlisle got the worse of the sickness out of all of us. Such a sissy.

"Emmett," he said to me in a warning tone.

"Carlisle got a gi-rl, Carlisle got a gi-rl," I sang and danced out of his reach. He growled and I ran, and he chased me down to the sea.

"Damn it, Emmett! I had just cleaned myself! Now you got sand all over my shirt!" Edward complained as Carlisle chased me to the beach.

I kicked more sand to Edward and got some in his mouth. In less than a second I had two furious vampires chasing my butt. I ran into the ocean and yelled,

"You cannot catch me! You cannot catch me! For I'm the ginger-bread vampire!"

And I got slam dunked by Edward, Carlisle and Jasper, because I accidentally stepped on Jasper's hand when I ran.

Before anyone could speak, Edward coughed and vomited a hell load of pasta into the ocean.

"Hell, Eddie-boy!" I protested. "You're polluting the beautiful beach of Isle Esme! Esme's gonna kill us!"

Edward vomited another pile of spaghetti and did not answer. Oh, god. It's bad enough that I had to vomit it, but to see it live via the mouth of Edward...

Now, don't get us wrong. Vampire's vomit was not like human. Human are still by far the most disgusting creatures on earth. We vomit it out kind of like cats vomit fur ball. Not, that I mean there's any fur in our sick. But it goes out like a chunk of tightly pressed thing, depends on what you eat. It's disgustingly fascinating because sometimes it's coated with blood. Like what Edward had coughed up now. But it's kind of serious when you cough up blood because it means your body ain't function no good.

"Yay! Eddie-boy coughed up blood! The second one in the family!" I cheered. Edward threw me a dirty look before submerging himself in the sea, but came out quickly again.

"Shouldn't have done that," he muttered.

"This got to stop!" Jasper said angrily, patting Edward on the back harder than intended, which made Edward coughed up his lunch again. "Edward and Carlisle are already exhausted, and this is only our second week! If we go on like this we'd be dehydrated!"

Carlisle groaned. "But how? I cannot defy Esme anymore!"

"I – I don't know," Jasper said.

I looked around. It was really dark out here, and only a few coconut trees swayed around. And right at the moment, I got one of my Emmett's Genius.

"I know!" I said excitedly.

They looked at me suspiciously.

"Come on, guys," I groaned. "Give the Em some credit, okay? Look around: in the beach there could be no cameras because there's no place to put them up! So we do this, we cook all the food in the morning and bring it outside to eat at night. But, we only pretend to eat. They wouldn't know,"

Carlisle was nodding his head. Jasper probably thinking this suggestion in a military strategic manner. Even Edward looked impressed.

"Okay, here's what we'll do," said Jasper in his best major voice. "We'll scout area tomorrow, and if it's clear, we'll do it. If it goes on, I think we're going to have the first vampires in history that actually faints,"

Edward glared at him. "Shut it already, okay?"

I grinned. "Alright, troop! Let's go inside and do some more cooking! For all we know, this might be our last human supper!"

Whaddaya think? Poor Carlisle! Poor Edward! Their gentlemanly figures complete ruined! Haha! Review, please!