My Favourite Scar (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

Mac and Cheese

We made kraft dinner.

It wasn't unique, or original, but we had fun making it, and throwing the boiling water at each other. At first I was scared it would burn me, and then I remembered that that can't happen. I plunged my hand in the water and flicked it at Emmett, who was trying to cut the exact right measurement of butter.

"It doesn't matter if it's slightly off, Em, it'll taste the same to us." I told him.

"Yeah, but the consistency will be off, and if we aren't going to do this properly, then why do it at all?"

"Fair point," I said, flicking more water at him since he obviously didn't notice it the first time. I hit him directly next to the eye, and he flinched a little out of surprise, making the line of butter he was carving go wild.

"You didn't," He said, a smile growing on his face.

"Oh, but I did."

We started flicking the water on each other. It soon got cold, because we kept dunking our hands in it, but it didn't really matter. Emmett took a towel from the kitchen and dunked it in the pot, and then proceeded to try and wring it out over me. It finally stopped when I emptied the entire rest of the pot on to his head, and he tackled me, our dam clothing clinging to our bodies. 

We had to boil another bowl, and we made a deal that this time, we would do it properly. No fights, no 'destroying other peoples hard work measuring their butter', things like that. We added a couple of handfuls of cheese, just to add a stringy texture, and served each of us half of the bowl.

"Why did we do this?" I asked him just as we were about to start eating.

"Because I'm a terrible influence on you and-now-you've-got-to-catch-up-because-I'm-winning-GO!" He rushed the words so I didn't have the time to start at the same tie as him. 

Of course, that meant that he ended up winning the eating part of the contest, but I was sure that this time, I wouldn't be tricked by Emmett's cheating. I would make sure that he threw up before me. 

In the meantime, we snuggled up on the couch, trying to make each other sick. My tactic was to try and make him laugh so much he gagged and pukes, and his was to gross me out.

"That," He said after I finished my joke, "Was a good one." He calmed down his laughing enough to take his turn trying to get me sick.

"Did I tell you exactly what I looked like when the bear almost killed me?" 

"No, Emmett, don't describe that to me," I told him.

"And why not?" He smirked.

"Because I don't like the idea of you being horribly mangled by a stupid animal." I took his face in my hands and tried to look deep into his eyes without charming him. "Please don't tell me that story."

His face went blank, he nodded, and then stared blank;y at the wall for a couple seconds.

"Shit!" I swore, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to,"

His face broke just for a second, but long enough to see that he was faking it. I flicked his nose a little, and he burst out into laughter, making fun of my gullibility. I guess his own joke was better than mine, because he suddenly gagged, and sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. 

"Em? Did you lose?" I asked.

"Yes," He came out of the bathroom. "But it was totally worth it to see the look on your face. Oh man, you should have seen it!" He laughed again, while I passed him in he hall to go empty out my stomach and brush my teeth.

This was who I chose to spend the rest of eternity with.

I made a good choice.