OKAY, HUSH NOW. HERE'S A LITTLE EPILOGUE TYPE THING.
S/N Okay so I will make a sequel. Well, it's KINDA a sequel... Scratch that. No, it won't be. Same characters, same awkward randomness, MORE swearing (T rated for sure...), etc. *cough* Sweeney Todd related-ish! *cough*
~*~*~*~*~*LATER AT THE CULLEN HOUSE*~*~*~*~*~
JPOV
Oh noes oh noes ho noes oh noes oh noes! Where are me duckies?!
"Oh, duckies! Oh, DUckies!" I sung in a sing-song voice.
"Duckies?! Where art thou?" I called.
"WTF?! What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?!" Alice said, popping outta nowhere.
"Uhhhh… I-I'm looking f-f-or my—I mean…Bella's little rubber d-duckies?" it sounded more like a question.
"HA! You crack me up, Jazz! I already know that they're yo—" I clamped a hand over her mouth.
"You crazy, woman? They're BELLA's!" I said, winking.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH, I GET IT! You're saying they're HERS so that nobody knows about YOUR secret stash of rubber duckies!"
"ALICE CULLEN!"
NOOOOOOO! My secret was out, and now my reputation was ruined.
"JASPER has a secret stash of RUBBER DUCKIES?!"
"DUCKIES? REALLY? Jasper, you amuse me."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" an anguished strangled sound came out of my mouth.
"BTW, I already saw you find them. They're in the bottom of the bathtub. Rub-a-dub-dub! See ya' around, Jazzy boy!"
OMG, I'M RUINED!
RPOV
Finally, I found my magazine. Along with a bunch of other hazards! Guess where I found it? It was underneath Emmett and I's mattress. With an array of other stuff.
"Emmett." I said in a calm voice, even though I was very angry.
"Yes, babe?" he answered uncertainly.
"What is this compartment doing here?" And why are my missing hair curlers, nail polishes, and other misc beauty products under here?
"Uhhhhh…. Can I get back to you on that?" He made a mad dash to the door, but I got him. Oh I got him all right. And I got him good.
THE
END
(FOR NOW!)