A/N: Okay, I know I'm supposed to be updating Adventures in Forks High, but I had this idea, and if I didn't get it down on paper (or laptop) it would probably had vanished from my head! Got it? Okay, this takes place not that long after Breaking Dawn, so Renesmee looks about six years old. So, let's get on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and all of its awesomeness.-_- Thanks for reminding me…
Bella POV
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
I heard yelling upstairs. I sighed. It sounded like Emmett and Edward…What were they fighting about? They were hurting my ears…
I was making some lunch for Renesmee, touching all of the slimy gross ingredients for a sandwich, when Edward came in the kitchen looking frustrated.
"What were you and Emmett fighting about?" I asked, trying not to sound too interested.
His face softened. Only a little bit.
"Don't worry about it, love." He said as Emmett came in the kitchen too.
Edward turned to look at Emmett.
"Emmett, I accept your dare/bet. Whoever goes the longest time without drinking any blood, wins the bet, bragging rights, and has to admit they're wrong on our…argument." He shook Emmett's hand after saying this.
What the hell were they thinking?! What about our half-human daughter? And Charlie? And not to mention how moody we get when we don't go hunting for at least a week. It was going to be hell, Emmett would snap at people and break things, and Edward, King of Mood Swings, would have a very low tolerance level, more so than he already has.
I lifted my shield to let Edward hear all of these thoughts.
"Excuse me, I am not "The King of Mood Swings"! Jasper and Emmett called me that one time, and suddenly its my title?" He said, irritated.
"Don't get touchy with me mister." I told him. He hadn't hunted for two weeks, and he needed to badly.
He sighed. "Sorry." He muttered.
I suddenly thought of something.
"Emmett, when was the last time you hunted?" I asked him.
Emmett looked like I caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to.
"Last night." He said, lowly.
"What the hell Emmett?! You said the last time you hunted was two weeks ago, same time as me." Edward said.
"Well, the bet has already started, so tough luck." Emmett said, sticking his tongue out, immaturely
Edward sighed angrily, and went into the living room.
Edward POV
Stupid Emmett. He hunted last night. I hunted two weeks ago. And the bet was on.
I glided into the living room, and saw Nessie sitting on the couch, dangling her feet off the edge, and Alice sitting right next to her, bouncing in her seat.
I sat down next to Nessie and put her in my lap.
"Hi Daddy!" She squealed. She was so adorable.
"Why were you and uncle Emmett fighting?" She asked, so innocently.
"You're uncle Emmett was being a dork-head." I said to her smiling.
"Ohhhhhh." She replied. She was so cute. We all knew what it meant when Emmett was being a "dork-head" as I'd put it. Even Nessie. And she wasn't even a year old yet.
I was feeling irritated already from not hunting in a two weeks, but Nessie made me happy. I heard her yawn, and pretty soon her breathing evened out, so I took her to my old room and laid her down on the bed. I was walking out when I Alice ran up to my face.
"Edward! Edward, do you know where my midnight blue nail polish is???" she asked, getting in my face.
"Alice, why in hell would I know where your freaking nail polish is?" I snapped at her angrily.
She looked hurt.
"Well fine then. If you see it, please tell me." She said turning her nose down, and walking off into her room.
I felt bad for snapping at Alice, but it was because of this stupid bet! No one was going to want to be around me or Emmett until this stupid thing was over…
A/N: Well, did you like it? I know, I am supposed to be updating AIFH, but I kind of got some writer's block, so I started this story. AIFH is still my main priority, but I will be updating this also. Sorry it's short, the chappies might not get longer, because this is a pretty short story. Thanks for reading, and remember….review, please?