Still hyper

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Bells913 has entered the chatroom.

Bells913: HI, ALICE!

FortuneTeller: Hullo, Bella. Not over that hyper kick yet, are you?

Bells913: Not really. I’m just sort of . . . buzzing around now. I can tell I’m being a total freak and scaring the pee out of Charlie, but I can’t help myself . . .

FortuneTeller: Huh. Not sure I know the feeling.

Bells913: Oh, yeah. Today I went to a gym in Port Angeles and ran six miles on a treadmill faster than it takes most people to run three miles. I also haven’t felt the need to eat all day. Weird, huh?

FortuneTeller: Oh my God. Bella, you aren’t anorexic, are you?

Bells913: Of course I’m not anorexic, Alice! God.

FortuneTeller: You’d tell me if you were, right?

Bells913: You’d foresee it, so there’d be no point, Alice.

FortuneTeller: Oh, yeah. Right.

Bells913: “WATCH ME CRANK DAT SOULJA BOY! WATCH ME SUPERMAN DAT HOE!”

FortuneTeller: Oh, my God, Bella! -sobs-

Bells913: What is it, Alice?! What’s wrong? What did I do?

FortuneTeller: You’re rapping. Good God. You really must be losing it. Are you SURE you’re not anorexic? The lack of food could be giving you delusions.

Bells913: Honestly, Alice. I just really like the song.

FortuneTeller: You and Emmett both.

Bells913: Emmett likes “Soulja Boy”?

FortuneTeller: Yeah. He’s downstairs, teaching Jasper the dance and trying to convince Edward to learn it. -snorts- Edward’s going to look so idiotic when he finally gives in. Jasper, on the other hand, will look flawless and sexy.

Bells913: Ooh, a wee bit biased, are we?

FortuneTeller: Very. -nods-

Bells913: So, Alice. Do YOU like Soulja Boy?

FortuneTeller: The only one of his songs I like is “Yaaaah”.

Bells913: “Yaaaah”?! WTF?

FortuneTeller: You know . . . -takes deep breath- “YAH, TRICK, YAH!”

Bells913: Oh. Never heard it.

FortuneTeller: -le gasp!- I’ll send you the download.

Bells913: -sigh- All right.

FortuneTeller: Silly Bella.

Bells913: Whatever, let’s move on. Alice, you know that comment I meant about the Volturi having MSN?

FortuneTeller: Yeah . . .

Bella913: I got this really weird email the other day.

FortuneTeller: Well, what’d it say? Spit it out, Bella!

Bells913: It said and I quote, “bella, r u a vampire yet? please respond, sincerely, jane.”

FortuneTeller: Bella, that is the most retarded crap I have ever laid eyes on.

Bells913: Yeah . . . it was from someone named janeofvolterra. It was probably just Emmett, playing another joke.

FortuneTeller: Yeah. Don’t let it get to you, Bella. The Volturi do NOT have MSN, I’d be willing to bet.

Bells913: OMFG!!

FortuneTeller: What is it, Bella?!

Bells913: It said I have mail!

FortuneTeller: Well, it does that, Bella, dearie. Are you feeling alright?

Bells913: No, silly! It’s from janeofvolterra!!

FortuneTeller: God. Emmett’s acting like a total stalker.

Bells913: I don’t think it’s Emmett, Alice.

FortuneTeller: Then who? I know it’s not Edward, because he’d never impersonate the Volturi. It could be Jasper, but . . . Jazz wouldn’t play a joke THAT mean.

Bells913: Aren’t they downstairs dancing, anyway?

FortuneTeller: Yes, unfortunately for me. I can hear Emmett booming over the music, “NOW CRANK DAT SUPERMAN! NO, JASPER, THE OTHER DIRECTION! EDWARD, DAMMIT, STOP DOING THAT!”

Bells913: I’d find that hilarious if I wasn’t scared.

FortuneTeller: Thank the Lord. Emmett’s given up “Soulja Boy” for the time being. He’s moving on to . . . oh, God.

Bells913: What?

FortuneTeller: He was debating between “It’s Going Down” by Yung Joc and “Walk It Out”.

Bells913: Well, what did he pick?

FortuneTeller: Yung Joc.

Bells913: Well, is the song good?

FortuneTeller: Weird. It’s actually quite enjoyable. Jasper and Emmett seem to like it. Actually, Jasper LOVES it. He's rapping with the beat (egad, I know). Edward’s apparently gotten sick of dancing, and has settled for watching them and listening to the music.

Bells913: Seriously, though, Alice. Who do you think is doing this?

FortuneTeller: I have no idea . . . Oh, well. You shouldn’t let it worry you, Bella.

Bells913: But, Alice . . . This worries me. A lot.

FortuneTeller: YAAAAAAH, TRICK, YAAAAAH!

Bells913: Alice, WTF?

FortuneTeller: Translation: “I don’t want to talk about it, so just shut up and move on before I come over to your house, torture you into submissive silence by shopping, and then scalping you with a tomahawk.”

Bells913: SCALPING ME WITH A TOMAHAWK? Good God, Alice, you are so GRUESOME. But what does any of that have to do with my whole Volturi thing?

FortuneTeller: YAAAAAH, TRICK, YAAAAH!

Bells913: But, Alice! -whines-

FortuneTeller: Doesn’t work on me, Bella.

Bells913: Alice, we really need to think about this!

FortuneTeller: YAAAAH, TRICK, YAAAAH!

Bells913: ALICE!

FortuneTeller: YAAAAAH, TRICK, YAAAAAH!

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