Author's Note: I don't own Twilight. Thanks to everyone who sent in a question!! This chapter is dedicated to Julia. It is Emmett Part One because while I'll probably get more Emmett questions, his response to this first one is too long, so it is its own chapter. It's in regular story format, so pretend I'm asking the characters the questions. Enjoy!
Julia asks: I want to know about Emmett's human life
Emmett grinned his typical grin.
"My past, huh? Well….." he drawled. "It ALL started when my father met my mother, they fell in love, and-"
simply-dazzling001 shifted nervously in her seat across from Emmett and cleared her throat.
"Um, Mr. Cullen?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't put that information on the Internet."
"Oh," Emmett replied. "Well, I wouldn't want to have gone into it anyway. So, I was born. The End."
The girl motioned for him to continue. "Um, well let's see. My past…Ok, I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret, ready?" Emmett looked around to see that there was no one else nearby.
"You know Davy Crockett?" Emmett paused dramatically after his question. "That was me," he whispered.
simply-dazzling001 looked strangely at him.
"Well," Emmett began, "I wasn't REALLY Davy Crockett. Davy was just some random politician who got his name stolen. But those legends of a Tennessee native who was an awesome-possum hunter, well, that was me." Emmett leaned back in his chair proudly.
simply-dazzling001 still looked confused. "You, uh, hunted possums?" she asked.
Emmett stared blankly before answering the question. "Well, yeah, but-"
He was cut off by the sound of paper whooshing past him, landing on simply-dazzling001's lap.
It was a paper airplane, with a note on the wing, reading:
Awesome-possum is just an adjective Emmett made up. He wasn't really the start of all those Crockett legends, nor was he popular for hunting possums.
The Cullens
P.S. Give the attached index card to Emmett. Thanks.
simply-dazzling001 reached into the paper airplane and handed Emmett the card. Confused, Emmett began reading it.
"Read aloud. Huh? Oh…Um, I was not really Davy Crockett. Hey! Who wrote this??"
A marshmallow was thrown at Emmett's head. He turned and stared at it on the floor.
"AHH!! THE ACCURSED SNACK TREAT!!!" [See Emmett Cullen and the Marshmallow]
"Emmett!" whispered a soft voice from the kitchen. "No lying! If you were Davy Crockett, then Carlisle must've been Leonardo DaVinci."
"Wow, really?" Emmett asked excitedly.
The voice sighed and hissed, "Read!"
Emmett grumbled something that sounded like, "Lousy psychic pixie," and began reading the card.
"I was born in Tennessee in 1915. I lived with my mom, dad, and older brother. I- Ok, this is boring! Basically, I was the huge, tough guy in town. Which is why it surprises me when Rose calls me her teddy bear. Anyway, I was tough, I liked going hunting, I liked hiking, camping, all that outdoorsy stuff. Betcha I could've made an awesome boy scout; you should have SEEN the things I could do with a Swiss Army knife. We lived in a small house, and we weren't very rich, but my brother, dad, and I all rocked at hunting, so we always had enough food to eat. When I was twenty, I went hiking, got mauled by a bear, and well, yeah. You know the rest."
He turned around and asked to an unseen person, "Happy, Alice?"
Emmett didn't seem too happy himself. The stories he could tell if people thought he was Davy Crockett…
On an afterthought, Emmett added, "And by the way, I know what you did to my Jeep."
How was that chapter? Lame? Awesome-possum? Sorry if you were expecting a simple answer. I just couldn't picture Emmett giving a straightforward response to ANYTHING. Review, please :]