Chapter 2 - Playful
The soft, cool breeze stirred my hair. I purred in contentment – not wanting to open my eyes, though I’m fully awake now. I’m sure Aunt Alice would come – barreling, anytime soon. I rolled on my back hugging my pillow.
A light shone directly on my face.
“Uncle Emmett, quit it” I complained as I buried my face with my pillow. “Don’t you think its way too early for practical jokes?” I demanded, my voice muffled by the pillow. I’m sure my goofy uncle could still hear me clearly.
The light shone relentlessly, now making my arm, which holds my pillow, warm. I growled playfully under the pillow, preparing to attack my favorite Uncle who thrilled to games like this one. Of course we only horse around when Mom’s not looking. She cringed in horror when she caught Uncle Emmett and me wrestling after school when I was sixteen years old.
I don’t blame her. Uncle Emmett is huge, scary-looking and quite thoughtless but underneath it all, he’s a ball of mush especially towards me. He wouldn't dare hurt a single strand of my curly hair intentionally. Thoughtlessly, carelessly - well, maybe. I laughed at the thought. But of course, me getting hurt has yet to happen. Besides, Uncle Jasper was always there, cheering me on but carefully assessing Uncle Emmett's emotions. He's afraid my playful Uncle might get carried away and hurt me in the process. We usually do this when Aunt Alice and Aunt Rose is out shopping, Grandpa carlisle at the hospital, Grandma Esme busy in the kitchen and my parents preoccupied - er,you know, lovebirds (remember?)
I like the tough Uncle Emmett better compared to the ball of mush, of course. I liked the fact that he’s the only one who doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I know though, that he cares for me enough that he could crush someone with just his fingers if that someone tried to hurt even just the tips of my fingers.
“Don’t go breaking my niece’s heart, mutt. I’ll gladly rip your tail off.” He would always threaten Jacob.
Jacob simply rolls his eyes at him - always - as Uncle Jasper - always - stared at him menacingly, hands on his hips.
Jake got the not so subtle message, I'm sure.
Hurt our niece or else...
The light became warmer, pulling me out of my happy thoughts.
“You asked for this.” I growled and sprang from the bed – only to find myself alone. And not in my room.
I gasped.
The soft, cool breeze stirred my hair. I purred in contentment – not wanting to open my eyes, though I’m fully awake now. I’m sure Aunt Alice would come – barreling, anytime soon. I rolled on my back hugging my pillow.
A light shone directly on my face.
“Uncle Emmett, quit it” I complained as I buried my face with my pillow. “Don’t you think its way too early for practical jokes?” I demanded, my voice muffled by the pillow. I’m sure my goofy uncle could still hear me clearly.
The light shone relentlessly, now making my arm, which holds my pillow, warm. I growled playfully under the pillow, preparing to attack my favorite Uncle who thrilled to games like this one. Of course we only horse around when Mom’s not looking. She cringed in horror when she caught Uncle Emmett and me wrestling after school when I was sixteen years old.
I don’t blame her. Uncle Emmett is huge, scary-looking and quite thoughtless but underneath it all, he’s a ball of mush especially towards me. He wouldn't dare hurt a single strand of my curly hair intentionally. Thoughtlessly, carelessly - well, maybe. I laughed at the thought. But of course, me getting hurt has yet to happen. Besides, Uncle Jasper was always there, cheering me on but carefully assessing Uncle Emmett's emotions. He's afraid my playful Uncle might get carried away and hurt me in the process. We usually do this when Aunt Alice and Aunt Rose is out shopping, Grandpa carlisle at the hospital, Grandma Esme busy in the kitchen and my parents preoccupied - er,you know, lovebirds (remember?)
I like the tough Uncle Emmett better compared to the ball of mush, of course. I liked the fact that he’s the only one who doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I know though, that he cares for me enough that he could crush someone with just his fingers if that someone tried to hurt even just the tips of my fingers.
“Don’t go breaking my niece’s heart, mutt. I’ll gladly rip your tail off.” He would always threaten Jacob.
Jacob simply rolls his eyes at him - always - as Uncle Jasper - always - stared at him menacingly, hands on his hips.
Jake got the not so subtle message, I'm sure.
Hurt our niece or else...
The light became warmer, pulling me out of my happy thoughts.
“You asked for this.” I growled and sprang from the bed – only to find myself alone. And not in my room.
I gasped.
La Push Beach
9. Inform him, as politely as possible, that he has grizzly in his teeth.
8. Ask who wears the pants in his relationship.
7. Try to stab him through the heart with a stake.
6. Tell him brawn is out, scrawn is in.
5. Inquires as to how he feels to be the least-liked Cullen male.
4. When he is around, wonder aloud what Rosalie calls him in bed.
3. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with that Jeep.
2. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with those muscles..
And the Number One way to annoy Emmett Cullen?
1. When he denies the above two claims, respond with “That’s not what Rosalie saaaaaid!”
Bella
Alena .
