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Well, the few coming up chapters will not be… well, that funny as the previous crazy chapters. Sorry about that. As you can see the boys have sobered up, and hardly anything funny can arise, can it? Hmmm...
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Chapter 24 – DO NOT TELL ESME!
Special chapter: EMMETT's POV
Well, now that we've dotted every "I" and crossed every "t"; minded our Ps and Qs and not breaking even a grain of sand for the past few weeks, I figured out Esme was really fooled by it.
Fooled by WHAT? You might ask.
Well, remember MY good idea? The Plan B? One of the reason I had kept so good until I felt like a saint is we can't, by any chance, let Esme knows about Plan B. If she knows… god knows, she might send us to an island while not even HUMAN food existed.
SHHHHHHHH! DO NOT TELL ESME! Pinky Swear!
Ahem. Now you have solemnly swear that you will NOT tell Esme the Plan B under the penalty of death, I think it's safe to tell YOU.
We don't eat the human food anymore. Really!
"Emmett, stop talking to the stone! Come in!" Edward cried from inside the house.
I scowled and sent a horrible image up my mind: Esme in a devil suit. Edward shuddered but it kept him out of my mind.
I am currently at the Destination Plan B, that's it, the pile of stones where no hidden cameras are placed. They're about a ton of food buried here in a hole six feet deep. Yes, this is the place where we threw our beautifully cooked food.
Do I feel guilty? Hell, NO! I so do not want to be called a pregnant "woman" again! I have a mission: and that mission is to create the best pizza in the world, so good that the whole world will worship it! I will be the -
Hang on. I think I got side-tracked.
Ok, ahem. Anyway in this hole we throw all our food in midnight. Only Carlisle felt obliged to eat some of his creation out of guiltiness to Esme. Sorry, man! No can help! I have enough human food to last me for a life time.
Let's just pray Esme wouldn't find out!
ALICE's POV
I'm trying to think calmly, you know? But I am so angry it made me want to burst. I almost did. Bella suspected something. But I didn't.
Now that the boys had turned to saints. They obeyed the rules and waiting patiently only to return. Carlisle was back to his normal, cool-headed patriarch self of the family, he took charge of the boys as a father should. Well, as a 17-Century father should. It's funny how the time went by he was still so old-fashioned in the teachings of his sons. He played classical music again which actually everyone enjoyed it except Emmett. But Emmett was taking everything up well. In fact, if it isn't for their apparent look of really change for the good, I would have told Esme of their so-called Plan B.
Breathe, Alice, Breath.
I felt like I'm having this conversations way too many times. Also, I felt that we had sat in front of the TVs long enough. I got up and looked around the house. Bella was asleep on the couch. Rosalie was playing the piano for Esme, who looked a trifle blue as her eyes fixed on the TV screen, where Carlisle was making an omelet. I suddenly a vision...
"Come on girls! We're going to shopping! There's a mega sale in Seattle and I don't wanna missed it!"
Immediately everyone looked much more enthusiastic except for Bella, but she had no choice as I dragged her along to my Porsche and we rushed to Seattle at 170miles per hour. When was the last time I went shopping? Ah, that was about seven weeks ago, where when we returned the house was in a mess. I smiled. Ah, the good old time!
"Hey, girls, let's give the boys a surprise welcome!" I said.
"If you say they'd be surprised," said Rosalie.
"What kind of surprise?" asked Bella warily.
"Well," I smiled. "A surprise won't be a surprise if I tell you now... isn't it?"
Sorry about this short chapter. My schemes had ran out! So the boys are coming back in couple of weeks... and what will be Alice's surprise? Will it be a good or a bad surprise, indeed!
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