Disclaimer: I OWN TWILIGHT! MWA HA HA – is interrupted by someone handing her a sheet of paper – reads: You don't own Twilight. SM does. In your face fan girl!AW CRAP!! *cries*

NOTE: I have decided that since you guys have already been entrusted the duty of thinking up the last two dares, I give you an ADDED BONUS!! As I stated before, my next story will be set Pre-Twilight and in the seventies. In it, you will all finally learn the dreaded seventies dare that makes Edward shudder every time it is spoken or thought of. However, I already used all the good dares I could think of, so I'm letting you decide what poor Eddiekinz did in the seventies. Must be wild, absurd, and crazier than what was done in this story, and you will be given full credit in coming up with the dare. Just leave it through a review and keep it T rated.

I also would like to express my sincere apologies for not updating when promised. I understand that you all have a right to be upset with me and I have just one request... Please don't hat me. Please?

Also, HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR!! And THANK YOU Lolixox for Rosalie's brilliant dare. Kudos to you.

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JPOV

After completing that highly embarrassing and slightly disturbing dare I didn't know Bella was capable of devising, I now had to choose someone to dare, but that was easy. It had been silently agreed upon that Emmett was last, and that he would have a mega-dare. And I don't think anyone is really opposed to that. He has been the one who decided to force us all into truth or dare every time we've played since that one time with Edward...

Back to the point, it's obvious I'm daring Rosalie. Not much suspense there. However, I have no clue what to dare her. I have several ideas, but I want one of them to really hit a nerve and make everyone laugh at just how pissed Rose will be. I know I have to mess with her looks or something but what... *insert light bulb going off here*

Emmett's excitement was starting to get to me, and I didn't want to wait much longer to announce who I chose to dare, however obvious it may be.

"I dare... Rosalie," I said to no one's surprise. Rosalie didn't have much of a reaction. She just looked indifferent and didn't even glance up when I said her name.

Emmett, however, had a much more palpable response. "GET HER GOOD, JAZZIE-POO!!" I swear Emmett is a four year old trapped in a much older body. And a stupid four year old at that.

His absurd behavior at least got Rosalie's attention. "Excuse me?" Rosalie gave Emmett a death glare that would have made any self-respecting human pee their pants.

"Uh, nothing Rosie..." was his brilliant reply.

"Good, that's what I thought." Emmett, thinking he was off the hook, exhaled in relief. Unfortunately, it was short lived. Rosalie took him by the ear in one quick movement and yanked him halfway across the room, nearly hitting Esme's coffee table in the process. Esme when she is mad is enough to make even me, someone who's seen war and tamed savage, bloodthirsty newborns, back away.

My little Alice interrupted our laughter by saying, "Oh, come on!! I wanna know what Jazz cooked up for Rose!"

"Oh, like you don't already know!" Edward obviously didn't care whether or not we proceeded with the game this century.

"You don't exactly have any room to talk, Mr. Mind Reader!!" Alice retorted.

Surprisingly, Bella turned out to be the voice of reason in their quarrel. "Let's just get on with the game. It probably wouldn't hurt you guys to argue into the next century, but unfortunately I wouldn't last that long." Alice backed down because Bella had a point and Edward let the argument go because he couldn't refuse Bella anything.

Mumbled 'fines' and 'whatevers' came from both of them, and I took this as my cue to speak.

"Alright, Rosalie, I dare you to cover yourself in mud and walk around Forks at human pace," I said, emphasizing the words human pace. It wouldn't be fair for her to just zip through Forks so fast that no one saw her.

The roaring laughter – mainly Emmett's – was difficult to hear over for me, and was probably deafening to Bella. Rosalie's jaw dropped to the ground as soon as I finished speaking. Judging from the shock that was rolling of her, I highly doubt that she was anticipating something like this. That was silly of her – she should know by now that playing Truth or Dare with us was not something that was boring and dull. The dares were always wacky, bizarre, and utterly insane.

As Alice danced over to Rosalie and dragged her still expressionless form outside, the rest of us were all feebly attempting to get up off the floor, and failing miserably. Only when Alice's singsong voice interrupted us did we actually find the strength to go outside. (Random A/N: where the hell did Alice even get all the mud from? Call me when you find out cause I got nothing...and I wrote the stinking story!)

Rosalie covered in mud was a sight to behold. Every inch of her body – including her face and hair – was covered in mud. Calmly, yet still threateningly menacing, she said, "Jasper Hale, you better watch it. It may be weeks, it may be decades, but one day this will catch up with you." I probably should've been scared – Rosalie and what she could do to get revenge on people was not a pleasant thought – but the amusement rolling off of everyone else was overshadowing all of the furious torrents I felt Rosalie exuding.

Since no one – not even Emmett, who usually didn't care – wanted mud in their car, we all elected to run to Forks. Bella climbed on Edward's back and we were off to the little, wet, green town that we call home. When we got to the first buildings, I decided that it was time for Rosalie's humiliation to begin.

"Guys, I think that Rosalie should get started," I announced. With a heavy, overdramatic sigh, Rosalie began her walk of shame. She trudged down Main Street and shot the few passersby looks full of daggers if they stared at her longer than was normal for her to be stared at – and trust me when I say that she is always being stared at by one human or another.

I felt that she wasn't really aiming the most of her dare like the rest of us – even if you couldn't help it because people were purposely radiating huge waves of enthusiasm that you can't ignore – so I decided that we should stir things up a bit. I made her feel overwhelming excitement and enthusiasm. I'm sure she could tell what I was doing to her, but there was no possible way to ignore what I was sending. She could feel irritated later, but it was impossible now.

Immediately, you could sense a tangible change in her attitude, even without my gift. Rosalie perked up and dashed as fast as humanly possible into the little coffee shop at the corner of the block. She went inside and was automatically the center of attention, though not so much for her looks as the fact that she was covered in slimy, icky (A/N: HeHe I made Jazzie say icky!! idk why but it's hilarious!!) wet dirt.

She sauntered up to the register and nearly made the poor cashier jump out of her skin when she proclaimed, "I want a soy latté CHOP CHOP!!"

However, when the cashier looked up, all feelings of pity not only vanished from me, but from all of my siblings as well. Lauren Mallory almost choked on the no doubt stolen coffee she was drinking and muttered, "What the hell..." under her breath. Naturally, our entire group – excluding Bella – heard. Edward quickly filled her in on what Lauren had said, though it wasn't much.

"Excuse me?" Lauren spat, this time intending for not only us, but every other customer in the shop to hear. The two patrons shot Lauren confused looks before their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when they saw Rosalie. The middle aged woman who was sitting in the corner reading a magazine and sipping coffee politely averted her eyes, but the boy who appeared to be about fifteen who was sitting a few tables away apparently didn't have such manners. He continued to stare at Rosalie in a disturbing fashion, but luckily for him, the scum at the counter held her complete attention.

"I said get me a soy latté CHOP CHOP!!" Rosalie sneered, causing Lauren to take an involuntary step back. Unfortunately, Lauren was so hard headed she refused to let her survival instincts take control. For the first time, Lauren noticed the rest of the group. She quickly assessed us and realization hit her. Judging from the fact that everyone but Rosalie was standing by the muddy girl and you could still make out Rosalie's perfect features – not to mention the streaks of gold hair that showed through the disgusting goop – it's fair to say that this wave of acknowledgement probably resulted from her discovering that the messy blonde was in fact Rosalie.

"Make me, Rosalie Hale," Lauren shot right back. Theory confirmed. Rosalie was staring to get pissed, so to avoid having to relocate because Rosalie had the murder of Lauren Mallory on her hands, I brought Rosalie's anger down just enough to make her still have some snotty and mean remarks but also enough to avoid violence.

"You really don't want that, Lauren Mallory," Rosalie hissed. Lauren's resolve was starting to waver.

"Um, err... SECURITY!!" Lauren finally choked out.

"Fine, be that way," Rosalie snapped. After flinging mud all over Lauren's too-made-up face, Rosalie marched out of the shop.

"That was, uh..." Bella stuttered. I decided to just get past this awkwardness and restored Rosalie's previous enthusiastic attitude.

"Let's finish this thing!!" Rosalie shrieked, a complete 180 from herself just five seconds ago. She hauled Emmett up off the ground, where he was laughing at Lauren's face when she got splattered with mud, and promenaded around town for another fifteen minutes. We passed Mrs. Cope, the – in Edward's words – extremely prude secretary with vivid mental fantasies from Forks High School. Rosalie danced around her in a circle before sauntering off and giving other people almost-heart-attacks. Tyler Crowley walked straight into a stop sign because he was staring at Rosalie instead of watching where he was going. Eric Yorkie, who was with Tyler at the time, also bumped into something, but he wasn't as lucky. The thirteen year old girl he collided with shoved him off and ran away screaming "STALKER!"

One run and a shower for Rosalie later, we were all back in our huge living room, which was filled with booming laughter. Alice had her small frame leaning into me and shaking with laughter. Next to her, Edward was also snickering, but his bigger focus was on Bella, who was in his lap and laughing so hard that tears were beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. Emmett was next to Bella in our circle, and he was laughing uncontrollably at the same time he was restraining an extremely pissed Rosalie from launching herself at me. For every laugh that escaped someone's lips, Rosalie had a sneer or a snarl to match it.

She finally cracked. "Enough!" she boomed. There was instantaneous silence. "Now that you've all laughed at me enough to last you the next millennium, I dare..."

A/N PLEASE READ: Why did I even bother to insert the cliffie here? There's only one person left to dare anyways... So, I once again would like to express how sorry I am that I broke your faith in me and did not update as promised. I was just so busy with school starting up again that I did not have the time to write. However, my loyal Twilighters, I have decided that I will update every weekend only. I should be able to keep this up as it is more compatible with my crazy schedule.

Until next time,

RandomCullenFanGirl1901

P.S. Ideas for Eddie's seventies dare are still open; post your idea in a review on this story. Also, you have until Friday, January 23, to post ideas for Emmett's super awesome T RATED mega dare!! Remember, if your dare is chosen, full credit goes to you.