Rosalie’s P.O.V:
I led the man to the couch with his grandmother. I sat down and turned the Fernsehen off, “So, what did Du need sir?” “I need Du to turn me and my grandmother.” He said. “Excuse me?” “Turn us, please.” I started freaking out, because my identity was a secret, “CARLISLE!” I screamed at the oben, nach oben of my lungs, “Miss, please I will dusche Du with wealth.” Carlisle came running down the stairs, “Umm, can Du excuse us for a second?” I asked him. “Sure, Rosalie, I’ll just talk to my grandmother about preparations.” I nodded, “You do that.” I grabbed Carlisle Von the arm and drug him outside, “Who was that, Rosalie?” he asked. “I don’t know-he just asked me to change him!” “Into a vampire?” he asked. I rolled my eyes, “No! Into a hamburger-of course a vampire.” He coughed fakely, “Rosalie, what the hell did Du do?” I was startled because Carlisle never cussed before, “Did Du just cuss, Carlisle?”
About five Minuten I was sitting back beside the strange man and his grandmother. “No, Grammy Du are going to live forever.” He tried to explain. He looked up and smiled sheepishly at me, “Sorry, about her, she’s hard to explain things to.” He looked confused, “What did Du say?” I sagte it a little louder know, “Are Du hard to explain things too?” He frowned, “No, why?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about-where as I can’t help you.” He looked mad, “But Du do! We know what Du are, Rosalie Cullen! Du can’t hide anything, everyone knows now Rosalie!” I yelled, “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, mister!” “You know everything that I’m talking about Du id-you know what-I’ll find someone else, Rosalie, thank Du for nothing! Come on Gramma.” “Wait, sonny what are we doing! I like this trampy bitch-she’s better than you’re last one.” After she sagte that they left-leaving me…confused.
Alice’s P.O.V:
Edward was rejoicing having Bella on his back. So was Jasper having me. When we got back to the house Edward took Bella up to his room. I smiled knowing that Bella’s dare was going to work.
Jasper took me someplace special too. Our room. We lay on his bett and kissed, just kissed for a little. Then it kind of turned into a “social” thing. Sex. My guilty pleasure. He bit me and ripped my dusty clothes off. It felt amazing. I lunged for his muscles and then reached for his face. I kissed him with passion and we made even Mehr love. It was sweet, yet sexy. It was horrible, yet amazing. Ahh, what the hell? It was my best Tag ever.


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Dedication:
Umm…my mom? She doesn’t read this story so whatever…anybody who wants to be thanked, thank you!


Thank you:
Big Time Rush-great show
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Bye moolah!