AN: Ugh I know I took forever but real life sucks...hard
"All right now where should we go Emmett" I asked.
"Well I was thinking that we could do the rule"Don't mark Bella!" His enthusiasm high.
I thought about it, sure walking around with whatever scrawl Emmett could put on me would be annoying but I'd power through it.
"Okay that would be great what are you planning get a bunch of sharpies?"
Huh I really am not liking the guilty look on Emmett's face.
"Emmett!" I reprimanded.
"I don't think sharpies are going far enough. I was thinking we would get you a real tattoo!"
Wow Emmett is dumber then he looks.
"No no no a thousand times no."
"I could force you ya know, it wouldn't be hard you're like what a hundred pounds soaking wet?"
"Yeah and it's not going to look suspicious a two hundred plus pound meathead dragging a girl in for a tattoo." I exclaimed.
"whoa whoa whoa who are you calling a meathead?"
"If the hat doesn't fit..."
"I don't even know who you are anymore."
"I now know why Rose is so mean, it's fun!"
"Oh god what kind of monster did I create!" Emmett yelled toward the heavens.
"Over dramatic much?" I asked.
Thinking it over I decided that the tattoo wasn't a bad idea every other rule on the list was silly this one would really irritate Edward.
"Alright lets do should we go for the tattoo?"
Shock covered Emmett's face. "You'll do it?"
"Yeah really."
"I love scary caffeinated Bella she kicks ass!" Emmett yelled.
Hmm i wonder if the caffeine is affecting my mind?
...
A few Moments later...
Walking into the tattoo parlor I realized two things Emmett has bad ideas and I am very dumb for agreeing to them.
The smell of antiseptic was already making me sick.
"Okay so I think you should get a tattoo of a bald eagle on fire making love to an American flag!"
"That's one idea or I could get Edward's name on my back."
"Yeah that's perfect and we could add a portrait of his face. That's love, his face on your back for eternity!"
"Emmett remember our conversation if you can't behave I will leave you in the car!"
And of course he starts pouting.
"NO pouting!"
"Imma tell Esme on you!"
Ugh Emmett is a giant baby.
A woman who worked at the parlor approached us, she had more metal on her face then a train track.
"How may I help you?" She asked.
Emmett took a breath to start to speak.
"So help me Emmett if anything out of your mouth involves "on fire" or "lifesize portrait" I will hurt you."
He promptly sat down.
"I'd like a tattoo please..."
One painful hour later...
"I am never listening to you again" I said while clutching my now throbbing shoulder.
"Come on You only passed out three times and we have so much to do!" Emmett yelped.
Ugh I need like two pounds of advil...
AN: Give me ideas it'll help me write faster...Thanks for reading.
"Let's go!" I said angrily