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it's something unpredictable [you start fighting for something to believe]
Jul. 2nd, 2008 | 04:12 am
mood: 
annoyed
Hide & Seek: Part Two [Part One]
The hardest thing about playing hide and seek with the Cullens, or anything really, was the added bonus of a psychic and a mind reader. They cheated. Badly. And unrepentantly. Baseball was one of the few things in which Alice's visions and Edward's mind reading didn't come in handy.
Hide and seek was not.
Esme and Carlisle were usually the first to be found, followed by Alice and Edward. The Cullen rules stated that once in a particular spot one could not leave said spot, so the visions and mind reading were null and void.
Jasper was always the hardest to find.
But then there was Rosalie, who was unnaturally skilled at hiding in the most obvious of places yet being the last to be found. It seemed that people really didn't notice the forest through the trees.
Last time it had taken Edward five hours to find her. Edward, he of the mental play by play, needed five hours to find Miss Rosalie Hale sitting on the bleachers at Forks High, watching a baseball game and laughing to herself.
This time was taking about the same.
Which sucked.
Emmett paced back and forth in the field with Jasper, trying to figure out where his wayward angel could be hiding. She wasn't in any spot she'd been in before -- he'd even checked the school -- and he was starting to get aggravated.
He was kind of a sore loser.
Damnit.
He stalked back to the house to call her. He was giving up. She'd officially won. He muttered quietly, angrily, to himself. Rosalie didn't cheat, she never left the designated area and she never moved from whichever place she'd found, which meant Emmett had lost.
And he really didn't like that. He punched her number into the phone and growled when he heard it ring. She wasn't picking up so he followed the sound to the garage.
She was sitting inside the BMW, with the top down, and reading a book, the cell phone ringing on the dashboard. She looked up when he stopped in the doorway and smiled at him, a perfect beaming smile.
"What're you thinking, Emmett?"
He took a moment to consider. "Mostly profanity."
She laughed brightly and patted the passenger seat. "Not such a stupid idea anymore, hmm?"
Touché.
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Going down to the devil [going down to ninety degrees]
Jun. 21st, 2008 | 12:02 am
mood: 
lazy
| You Are 100% Sexy |
Your Sex Appeal Is: Off the Charts! Let's face it... you're one of the sexiest people around. And you don't let anyone forget it. You're crazy hot, and you deliver on what you promise. You are definitely one wild ride. |
Well duh.
Why is lazy an unhappy face? Since when is being lazy a bad thing? Ever?
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if you want to play me like a game [come on come on let's play]
Jun. 12th, 2008 | 11:34 pm
mood: 
excited
Patience
"Come on!" Emmett was almost whining. But in an Emmett kind of manner that made people think twice about saying no because he could -- quite literally -- break anyone in half with his bare hands and do it with a sweet angelic little smile on his face.
Regardless of the bone breaking capabilities of his stunningly white and curiously gentle hands, Emmett was whining, or close to it. "Let's just go. Why wait for them to come to us when we could come to them?"
Jasper made an agreeable noise and Emmett nodded intensely, his gray-gold eyes practically dancing in excitement. "You know it's a good idea. The element of surprise! They'll never see it coming. Right Alice?"
They all turned to look at Alice who looked up from her spot where she was dwarfed next to Emmett. "Hmm, what? Oh no they won't see it coming at all."
A little bit of Emmett's smile faded. "Alice, were you even listening or were you still fantasizing about Bells' wedding dress?"
"I was listening!" she protested. "And I think it's a good idea!"
Emmett grinned, it was a natural way to get Alice on his side, lovely baby sister that she was.
"So we're doing it? I'm sick of waiting." His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides as if he were gearing up for a fight right then and there, not miles away and off the home court advantage. But when did Emmett ever need home court advantage.
He was an advantage.