17This is just a little story I came up with one night. See I like those stories with Bella and Emmett, but I didn't want to do a love story. PLEASE REVIEW. It would mean A LOT to me. Every review I get makes me smile. Hope you enjoy the story!
Chapter 1
"Emmy Bear, I'm bored."
"I am to, Belly Bean,"
Emmett and I were on the couch in the house and were absolutely bored to death. Well actually not death because technically both of us are already dead. We were watching this stupid show on called Doctor Who. (No offense to those of you who like Doctor Who, I like the show but I just couldn't think of any other show.) All the other Cullens, which includes Rosalie, Edward, Alice, Jasper, and Esme, were out hunting. Carlisle was at work, and Renesmee was at Charlie's with Jacob for the day. Then out of nowhere, Emmett's face just lit up like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. Sometimes Emmett does act like a 5 year old so the role fits him perfectly. He stood up and said
"Ooh,ooh,ooh! I know, I know, I know! PICK ME PICK ME!" He raised his hand. Like anyone else was in the room with us.
I got up onto my tippy toes and tried to look around him for someone else with their hand raised.
"OK! You sir, right there. Emmett Cullen isn't it?" I asked like we were on a game show.
"OK! What if we play… DUN DUN DUN! STRIP POKER!
"EMMETT THAT IS A… GREAT IDEA, except we need more people and we don't have cards! But that's a good idea. How about we play that when everyone gets back. And Renesmee is at Charlie's house the whole day anyway."
"Ok" he said in a depressed tone and slouched back down onto the couch. The look he gave me made me want to think of something to do. After about 2 minutes of thinking, I got it.
"Hey Emmett, I know what we can do."
"What?"
"We can play the clean up game." I made that name up in the spur of the moment.
"What's… the clean up game?"
"Here, lets go up stairs. It will be easier to explain."
As we made our way up stairs, Emmett was mumbling clean up game, clean up game. Nope. Never heard of that one before. When we got up stairs, I instantly went to the threshold of Rosalie and Emmett's room.
"What's this got to do with me and Rose's room?"
"Well, first I have to explain to you what the clean up game is."
"I'm listening." He said
"Well I go into your room and you into mine. Then we get to mess up each other's rooms, but no destroying anything. We don't have time for that."
"AWWWWW" He said with a puppy dogface. NOPE! Not falling for that this time.
" So we have one minute to mess things up. So when time is up we go into our own rooms and have to try to clean it up before the other. And when were done, the first on to touch there", I pointed to the wall in the hallway diagonal from both our rooms, "wins."
"OK! That sounds like fun!" He said jumping up and down like a 4 year old.
"Ok, we can start, but all we need is a timer."
"No problemo compadre. I have one right here."
He went into him and Rose's room and into the closet. He came back with a digital timer.
"Emmett, I don't even want to know why that was in there."
I started the timer and we were off. I was so going to win this.