Edward his i-pod

FortuneTeller has entered the chatroom.

Bells913 has entered the chatroom.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly has entered the chatroom.

Bells913: Hey, guys.

FortuneTeller: Hi, Bella.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Hey.

Bells913: Is something wrong?

FortuneTeller: What? No! Of course not, Bella. What on earth makes you think that? That’s crazy!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: What she said.

Bells913: Okay, something is definitely up. Alice, you’re babbling even more than usual. Emmett, you’re as quiet as a mouse. And you two have been giving each other conspirator’s looks all day long. OMG! Please tell me you guys aren’t having an affair!

FortuneTeller: OF COURSE NOT!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Ew, with Alice? Never!

FortuneTeller: Hey!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: -rolls eyes- Deal with it.

FortuneTeller: Shut up, Emmett. This whole thing isn’t helping my temper. I swear, if you keep ragging on me, I’ll tell him what you did!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: WHAT? It was all your idea in the first place!

Bells913: WTF?

FortuneTeller: It’s Edward, Bella.

Bells913: YOU’RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH EDWARD?!

FortuneTeller: NO!!! Would you please forget about the whole affair thing?

Bells913: Sorry. You guys have just gotten the idea stuck in my head. What is it about Edward?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: ALICE BROKE HIS IPOD.

FortuneTeller: WHAT? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STEPPED ON IT!

Bells913: What? You broke his . . . iPod? That’s it?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Please, Bella, you act like you don’t know the obvious and unavoidable consequences of this.

Bells913: Um . . . ?

FortuneTeller: Edward will KILL us, Bella! His iPod is practically his one true love!

Bells913: -cough-

FortuneTeller: Besides you, yeah, yeah, whatever. But still- he’s going to eat us alive.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Literally. He’ll probably just blow through the whole ripping us apart and burning the pieces thing. Who knows? There could be another way to kill vampires. And when Edward works out what we’ve done, he’ll probably use us to experiment on. And I don’t really like the idea of a long, painful death.

Bells913: You guys are so dramatic. Sure he’ll be mad, but at the worst you’ll just have to buy him a new one.

FortuneTeller: Yes, but . . . he’ll hold this over us for the next century, at least.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: OMG. Remember when I broke his phonograph when I was a newborn? He’s STILL holding that one over me.

Bells913: Phonograph? You mean one of those things were you stick the record in and it plays it through a big trumpet-looking thingy?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: -rolls eyes- Yes, Bella, that’s what people used before iPods. Gosh.

Bells913: I know!

FortuneTeller: This is ridiculous. We’re talking about an iPod here, not a phonograph!

Bells913: How did you guys break it, anyway? How did you even get a hold of it?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Well, to put a long story short, it’s all Alice’s fault.

FortuneTeller: IT IS NOT!

Bells913: I don’t care who’s fault it is– I just want to know what happened.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Okay. Here goes. So, this morning, when Carlisle left for the hospital, Rosalie and Esme left for Port Angeles to go shopping, Jasper went off to that new Civil War museum in Seattle, and Edward went hunting with Nessie and Jacob, Alice and I decided to goof around on iTunes.

Bells913: Wait– was I in the house at this time?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: You were upstairs in Edward’s old room, doing God knows what, remember?

Bells913: And you decided to goof off with his iPod while I was in the house, ready at any moment to come downstairs and catch you?

FortuneTeller: I would have seen you coming, Bella, so we figured we were safe. But anyway– back to the story. So we were listening to music– I’m sure you heard us– and we wanted to pull up Edward’s playlist. His iPod was on the top shelf above the family computer, you see. So I told Emmett to boost me up so I could reach it. So he did. And I grabbed it, but right then an extremely loud song came on, and the noise startled me. I jumped and knocked the iPod off the shelf. It fell and hit the floor. Emmett overbalanced because I jumped, and his big lumbering feet stepped right on the iPod. It would have been quite comical, actually, with me sitting on Emmett’s shoulders and him stumbling all over the place, if the iPod hadn’t given this weird little popping sound. That was when I noticed that the screen had completely cracked in half.

Bells913: So buy a new screen and fix it!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: No, Bella, it was completely beyond repair. We tried turning it on numerous times. And we even pulled it apart to look at the circuitry– completely ruined.

FortuneTeller: Oh, God. Edward is going to kill us. He’ll hear it in our thoughts, surely– I mean, we can’t hide anything 24/7 for the rest of eternity!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: WAIT– BELLA! SHIELD US!

FortuneTeller: Oh my God, Emmett– that’s it!

Bells913: You guys, I can try to calm Edward down, but I don’t see how I can protect you!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: No, no, no! Your shield! With your mind! Hide our thoughts from Edward!

Bells913: OH. But, Emmett . . . I don’t know if it will work. I mean, I can shield you guys easily, but I don’t know how far I can spread it or how strong it will be the farther away it gets . . . I mean, won’t it look odd if you guys are constantly by my side? And won’t Edward notice that there’s nothing in your heads for who knows how long?

FortuneTeller: No, no, Bella– it will work. I can see that. You’ll tell him you’re practicing, and you’re using us as the testers. Of course, to make it look authentic, you might want to add a few more under the cover of your shield– to keep him from getting suspicious. And whatever you do, DON’T BRING EDWARD UNDER IT. He’ll be able to hear us then.

Bells913: Ugh . . . Alice . . . I can’t hide anything from Edward, and you know it!

FortuneTeller: You won’t have to, Bella! Your thoughts are always hidden from him, so it won’t matter. And we’ll be under cover, so he won’t will get suspicious by anything we think. Oh, please, Bella, you have to! You can even bring someone else under the shield– Jasper, Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, anybody– so that it will look convincing. I promise, he won’t ask you anything. Just don’t speak of it unless he asks.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Please, Bella? At least shield us until we find the right time to tell him.

Bells913: And when would that be?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: A time when we’re in a crowded area so that he won’t be able to jump us.

FortuneTeller: We’ll figure it out, Bella– just let us butter him up first. Oh, please, Bella, do us one little favor!

Bells913: Alright, alright, I’ll shield you. But you guys have to tell him eventually!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: We will, Bells– oh, you’re a lifesaver!

FortuneTeller: Crap! Edward’s on his way home right now with Nessie and Jake!

Bells913: When will he be in range of your thoughts?

FortuneTeller: In approximately five minutes– they went a long way out.

Bells913: Okay. I’ll go ahead and start shielding. You guys got the iPod?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Yeah. I threw it in the river.

Bells913: The river?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Yeah. Oh, gosh– I can hear someone driving up. It’s Rosalie and Esme, I think– yes. It is. We’re safe from them.

FortuneTeller: Edward will be here in one minute! Act natural, guys!

Bells913: I’ll try . . .

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