Disclaimer: …

Disclaimer: ….crickets….oh wait. I don't own Twilight. Or the song Grillz.

Author's Note: Ok, I'm going to make this one short because I've got some stuff I need to do before I go to bed…. Oh yes, Sort of a Breaking Dawn Spoiler.

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Emmett pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number he dialed nearly everyday of his afterlife.

"Hello, this vampire centra- I mean. I'm Gianna. How can I help you?" Gianna was sitting at the receptionist's desk in the kingdom of the Volturi. Her feet were propped up, as she chewed on a piece of old bubble gum.

"Hi, Gianna!" Emmett greeted excitedly.

"Oh, hi, Emmett." She filed her pointer fingernail and was examining the job she had done. "Who do you want to annoy?"

"Umm….Aro."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll patch him through. Have a nice day." She snapped her gum in the speaker of her phone.

"Bye!" Emmett was so, so extremely happy he would get to talk to Aro. He was so cool and fun. And funny. And fun. And wonderful. And great. And fun. And Emmett loved him.

"Hello," Aro came on the phone.

"HI, ARSKILLET!" Emmett screeched.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry, G. I didn't know this waz one of Carlsizzle's home skilletz. I would have greeted you like a brother. Word."

"No foul. No foul. Just wanted to ask you a few questions, yo. You down wit dat?" Emmett turned the song 'Grillz' up louder in the background to add to the whole scene. Aro had just recently started using his personal slang he used with Carlisle with the rest of the family, and Emmett didn't want to offend.

"Dat's cool. Ask away."

"Well, we're your parental units like archers or somethin', dat day wanted to name you afta dare fav thing, yo." It was something that kept Emmett up all night thinking about (not that he wasn't up already). He just needed to know.

"Yo, man. I really don't wanna talk about dem squares right now. But yeah, dems were archers and day used ta use me as dare arrow. So, like, yo. Day totally named me afta my purpose in my life."

"Word, man. I heard ya." Emmett sighed. "Dem dat were my parents named me afta some truck driver day met in a truck stop in Wyoming. Dem dare saw his nametag dat said 'Emmett' and day were all like, 'Yo, man. Dat would be a perfect name for a kid, yo.'"

"I hear ya. I hear ya." Aro replied, feeling the pain Emmett felt since he was named after some guy his parents saw in a truck stop; heart breaking. "So, like is Carlsizzle or Edshizzle or Alskizzle or Bellchizzle in da house?"

"No, sorry, Aroskillet. Day left cause I waz annoying dem too much. So I've been callin' Gianna to talk to you guys."

"Oh." Aro looked at his watch. "Well, I gotta go. The wivez will be mad if I miss."

"OH. MY. GOD. Not the wivez!" Emmett cried out. Whenever the wives were involved everything just got ten times more serious.

"Yeah, the wivz."

"Go, Aroskillet! Go now!" Emmett began to tearlessly sob, but he abruptly stopped. "Oh, tell Jane-fo-chizzle, dat our date is still on."

"Ok."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not the wivez!" Emmett fell to the floor in a fetal position.

Aro hung up the phone before either could say anything else.

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Author's Note: Did anyone else notice how freaked out everyone got over the wives coming, but they did absolutely nothing? Seriously, I think I would be a little more concerned that the entire Volturi is coming to kill me, instead of panicking over the wives.