Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I would be much richer. Sadly, I do not.
Bella POV
( No Renesmee, and Bella is human.)
I was really angry. Edward had died my hair pink while I slept! Pink! I was going to get him back for that. And I knew just the way. I went to the others, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. I explained my plan, and they all agreed. We practiced for a few minutes, and then were prepared. We just had to wait until Edward got home.
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Just as Edward walked in the door, Jasper tackled him and tied him to the couch. Then, the show started.
EDWARD POV
When I walked in the door, Jasper tackled me and tied me to the couch. Then, I saw Rosalie at the top of the staircase wearing a Barbie- like dress. Music started playing. Oh, no. Not this song! She started singing and dancing.
I'm a Barbie girl
In a Barbie world
Life in plastic
It's fantastic
You can brush my hair
Undress me everywhere
Imagination
Life is your creation
As soon as she stopped singing, Jasper dressed as Ken, Alice dressed as the mean girl, and Emmett dressed as the superficial boy, popped out and started singing.
Hey, hey!
Life in the dream house
Oh, yeah!
Life in the dream house
Bar-bie!
Life in the dreeeam house!
Yeah!
I hate that song even more! Ugh, they're trying to aggravate me! And it's working! The next song came on and Alice, dressed in jeans, a shirt and button down, and earphones and Emmett, dressed in a fraternity jacket came on. The medley of sex songs from pitch perfect came on. Eww! I would have blushed if I could have.
Na Na Na
Come on
Na Na Na Na
Come on, come on
Cause I may be bad
But I'm perfectly good at it
I don't care
I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Cause I may be bad
But I'm perfectly good at it, sings Alice.
Sex, baby
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about all the good things
And the bad things
That may be
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex baby, sings Emmett.
Baby all through the the night I'll make love to you
Like you want me too
And I, sings Alice.
And I guess that just the woman in you
That brings out the man in me
I know I can't help myself
You're all the world to me
It feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time
It, sings Emmett.
It's going down
Fade to blackstreet
The homies got RB
Collab creations bump like acne
No doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me
Straight up
Tell me who can stop
When Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving them orgasms
With my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor
With homies blackstreet and teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty, get down, good lord
Baby got em open all over town
Strictly biz
She don't play around
Cover much ground
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day
True player way
Can't get her out of my mind
Think about the girl all the time
Like the way you work it
No diggity
Gotta bag it up
Baby (6×)
No diggity
Gotta bag it up
We out, Alice sings. That was torture! I'm glad it's over... Oh, no, spoke too soon. Another song is coming on. Alice and Rosalie come out in white go go boots and British flag patterned dresses. Good lord, what is it this time?
(Alice is italics, Rosalie is bold, both is regular)
So tell me what you want
What you really really want
I'll tell you what I want
What I really really want
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I really really really wanna zig a zig ah
They walk off and Bella enters looking beautiful, as always. But my mouth is pooling with venom, and I'm full of desire, because she is wearing a low, low cut, upper thigh length, curve hugging outfit. She has a form fitting low cut crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination, and the shortest booty shorts I have ever seen. Then, she started to sing, and I mentally cursed her for enticing me but singing my least favorite song. It was title, by Meghan Trainor. She sat on my lap and traced my face seductively while singing, and I gulped.
If you want my love
You gotta do what it does
If you want these weet like sugar
Gucci lips
You gotta give it up
I know you think I'm cool
But I ain't one of the boys
No, don't be scared that I'm gon tie you down
I need a little more
Baby don't call me a friend
If I hear that word again
You might never get the chance to see me
Naked in your bed
I know girls ain't hard to find
But if you think you're one to try
Then consider this an invitation to kiss my ass goodbye
Give me that title, title
Cmon give me that title, title
Better give me that title, title
If it ain't no thing
I won't be hanging around
So don't blow up my shit at 3 am
Saying 'how you need me now'
Don't call me boo
Like you're some kinda ghost
If you don't want me seeing other guys
Well here's what you need to know
Chorus
Yo, said in a special kinda woman
I'm loving what you got
But I hating what you doing
Yeah, gotta understand that
I'm looking for a man
That can get up on the bike
Look ma no hands
You gotta
Show me off boy
What you embarrassed
If that's the case I'm long gone
You gotta treat me like a trophy
Put me on the shelf
And call me something else
Chorus
When, I'm glad that's over. The temptation was killing me.
BELLA POV
The look on his face was priceless! I should dress like that again...
