Sidney is uber excited about this update! Sidney feels like talkin in third person. She doesn't own Twilight, because if she did, Emmett and Alice would be together!!! She is ready to show you her work, and her beta's work, so gogogo.
Sunday was lazy, for the most part. After the epic breakfast fail, we just laid around all day, hanging out. Emmett and I were hanging out in his room mostly, enjoying the last day of the weekend together before school.
I was stretched out on his bed, thumbing through one of his many video game cheat books, looking for a code for him while he tried to beat some game. I didn't even pay attention to what it was called. I was bored to tears, pretty much, and he must have noticed I was being unresponsive, so he saved the game and turned it off, then sat on the ground next to my head.
"Are you bored with me?" he teased, taking the book and closing.
"Your game, kinda," I said, laying my head down where the book had previously been.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, 'suggesting' his own idea by kissing my cheek.
"I don't know, plan a Halloween costume?" I suggested, shoving him playfully. I'd decided that if all we ever did was kiss, we wouldn't get to do coupley stuff. And anyway, no matter how much fun it was now, it could be turned boring easily if we explored it too much to soon.
"Oh, that's an okay idea," he said, kissing a little closer to my mouth.
"Teddy bear," I whined, pushing him away, "Don't you wanna do something funny?" Then, as the idea formed in my demented mind, a demented smirk graced my face. Then, suggestively, I said to him, "I could dress you up as a teddy bear..."
"Oh, my…" he trailed off, most likely hit with the idea of my forcing him into a Disney zip-up costume to be hugged by slobbery toddlers and photographed with squalling infants.
"Aw, teddy bear, I don't mean a full body suit, just a brown turtle-neck and brown pants, maybe with a red bow-tie and a big heart on your tummy that says hug me!" I got over-excited and inspired. "Do you have a piece of paper?"
He got me a few sheets from his printer, a pencil, and a hardback book to sketch on. He watched me draw out my ideas, shuddering at the 'hug me' heart. It looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. I'd always been a pretty good artist, and I did well putting together outfits, so it made sense that maybe I could be good at creating outfits as well.
"If I'm going to be a teddy bear, what are you going to be? A pixie princess?" he joked, watching as I sketched a basic outline of a dress on another page.
"Exactly," I said in absolute seriousness. Soon, I had our costumes designed, so I began raiding his closet.
"What the- Alice, what are you doing?" he asked, watching as I dug through his messily hung clothing. He started pacing nervously; maybe he was freaked out, or maybe he was traumatized by the thought of me actually going through with my demented plan. You think he'd know better...
"Aha!" I said, unearthing a long sleeved brown men's V-neck. "How valuable is this?"
"You got it for me, remember? Last January, I think. You said every guy should have at least one and got it for me," he said, still confused.
"Okay, I'm borrowing it," I decided, laying it out. I then looked through his dress pants to try to find an average measurement. When that failed, I stared him down. "What are your waist and leg measurements?"
"Alice, what are you-" Then it hit him. "You're making the costume?"
Blonde points for Emmett!
"Yup!" I said proudly, grinning widely.
"You are…" He shook his head incredulously, pacing still.
"Awesome?" I suggested, smiling impishly. He rolled his eyes and walked up to me, catching my waist.
"Insane, but I'm sure you'll do great. You always manage to get what you want," he said, smirking. "Can I have a kiss now?"
I rolled my eyes. "My job is never done," I said boredly, grabbing his face and pulling it down to mine.
The goodbyes were bittersweet (for me and Emmett anyway). The weekend had seemed like forever. When my parents called to say they were coming to get Edward and I,Emmett and I were suddenly struck with the realization that we actually had to be apart for more than five minutes at a time. Sitting in Emmett's room, between his legs and resting on his chest, I sulked, wanting to cry again. He crossed his arms over mine, holding me closer, kissing my hair. I sighed, turning my head towards him.
"I don't wanna go," I said, pouting.
"I don't want you to, but I'll see you in the morning," he said soothingly.
"But what if school's different? What if you decide you don't want to be seen with me like that?" I said, a little hysterically, I must add.
"I still can't believe you doubt my feelings for you," he laughed, nuzzling my cheek.
"I still can't believe you have feelings for me," I said, catching his lips.
I heard the door open downstairs and whimpered, turning fully and holding onto him.
We got up and walked to his bedroom door, sharing light, short kisses the whole way.
"I'll walk you to your car," he said, taking my hand and pulling me along, leading me to the den, where my parents were waiting.
Ed and Rose had done this before, Jazz and Bella as well, but we were new to this. When I was settling into my seat, a few minutes before everyone else, Emmett took my face into his hands. He kissed me, long and hard, then reached and buckled me in. "Goodnight, pixie princess."
Bella POV
Screech!!!
I swear, if he flips one more-
Screech!!!
Okay, I'm killing him. He's dead. My brother is going to die tonight.
Why was I planning my brother's demise, you may ask? Let's explore my evening.
Emmett Andrew Swan decided to mope through dinner, picking at his dinner, then leaving early. After dinner, he used every ounce of hot water, then dripped all the way from the bathroom, downstairs to the laundry room, back to his room, wearing only a towel the entire trip, leaving ample opportunity for injury to none other than me(which happened). He then blasted his idiotic playlist of songs he listens to when he's feeling down, which makes everyone else feel down, courtesy of songs such as "Viva la Vida," "Apologise," and-God only knows what he was thinking when he downloaded THIS one, "Bleeding Love" (not that it was a bad song, but the image of my brother lip-syncing Leona Lewis was too much). After that filled my head, I decided to call Jasper.
"Jazzy, I'm going to die!" I moaned.
He simply laughed. "I seriously doubt it."
"He's making me crazy! Now he's on the phone with her and the last ten minutes have been 'You hang up first, no you, no you!' I'm losing it!"
Needless to say, that conversation ended soon. Amused Jasper plus pissed Bella equals not good.
And that brings us back to now. 11:30, and I'm still awake.
Screech!!!
Okay, he's seriously dead. Seriously.
I jumped out of bed and stomped-okay, tip-toed past my parents door, then stomped-to his room and jumped on his bed.
"What the-" he sputtered.
"Oh my gosh! Go to sleep!" I whisper-yelled at him, shaking his shoulders.
"I can't, I don't have-"
"Alice, I know! You lived nearly fifteen years without using her as a security blanket, I think five days would be nothing, don't you think?" My brother could be so stupid.
"Ugh, so? I still miss-"
"You are obsessed! It's fine to miss her, just don't make a wimp out of yourself! Seriously, go to sleep now, see her sooner!" I said, hitting his forehead as if trying to shove the obvious fact in.
"Ouch, and I can't sleep!" he whined. Geez, what was wrong with this boy?
"Well, get over it, and if your stupid bed creaks one more time you will wake up tied to a tree, in Canada, naked, with no memory of how you got there. Got it?"
He nodded his head, obviously scared. I'm not the most pleasant when I'm tired, I've been told.
Back in my bed, I heard nothing else before I fell asleep. When I was woken up at 5:30, however…
Alice POV
I woke up the next morning from a long, restless night. After an excruciatingly long morning of getting dressed and eating breakfast with my family, we finally left the house. I was fidgeting by the time we pulled up to the school drop off zone.
Emmett and Bella were there already, and as soon as Daddy was out of vision range, I flew into his arms for the first time in twelve hours, half of which were spent conscious.
Before any words were exchanged, his lips were on mine, as we kissed urgently. When our need for air outweighed our need to be attached, we only separated at the lips, grinning goofily. He swung me around, then sat me on a picnic table that the others had apparently occupied whilst we were engaging in… other activities.
Now we had to face the day… Raise your hand if you're excited!
A/N: Raise your hands! Next chappie leaks in the plot, finally, after forever of fluffiness. It won't make a lot of sense, but trust me, it's there. Brownie points if you have already taken some of the midget-hints and figured it out!
~Sidney