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Post by daxcolt on May 28, 2008 10:39:38 GMT -8
In building two of Forks High on the left side of the hallway, there sat a very bored student in the last seat of the last row in senior English. A person can only doodle so many times, and stare off into space for so long before going absolutely mental. Like every English class since the dawn of time, most of the students in class felt this way. Emmett, especially because this would be his fifth time taking senior English. Not because he was stupid, or failed an endless number of times, he always got straight A's like all of his siblings. He was here because he was 93 years old in real-time, but passed for 18 in the human world, where people who looked his age went to school everyday. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper with a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey,
Can this guy be any more boring? I wonder if he knows how badly he's doing translating Macbeth into plain english? He's got no idea what the hell hes talking about.
Anyway, let's skip Bio today? We can study anatomy behind the bleachers out behind the field
Emmett"While the teacher had his back turned, Emmett stretched out his long arms in a fake yawn and dropped the note onto Rosalie's desk beside his own.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 28, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -8
English just never seemed to change. Of all the five times Rosalie had taken it, it was always the same. Maybe once in a while they’d get a teacher who was a little… different, and maybe they wouldn’t do Macbeth in class, they’d do The Merchant of Venice but it was always the same. And to Rosalie’s dismay, it was always a giant bore.
If she could, she’d sleep right about now. She could only think about other things before she got bored of that too, so she was extremely grateful when Emmett dropped a note on her desk. She looked at him curiously, grinning, and then opened the letter.
“Hey,
Can this guy be any more boring? I wonder if he knows how badly he’s doing translating Macbeth into plain English? He’s got no idea what the hell he’s talking about.
Anyway, let’s skip Bio today? We can study anatomy behind the bleachers out behind the field.
Emmett”
Rosalie had to hold back a small giggle as she read the last part. With a smile she picked up her pen – which she hadn’t used at all in the last hour of the class – and began to write him back.
“Hello to you too,
I don’t know, Emmett. Maybe for the first time, in all five of our times in Bio, something will be different?
Kidding. But why behind the bleachers? I can think of much comfier places we could ‘study’.
Love, Rose.”
And when she was sure no one would notice, Rosalie gently placed the note on Emmett’s desk, being a little more discreet than he had been.
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Post by daxcolt on May 28, 2008 18:37:35 GMT -8
Emmett unravled the note and slumped down in his seat as he read it. “Hello to you too,
I don’t know, Emmett. Maybe for the first time, in all five of our times in Bio, something will be different?
Kidding. But why behind the bleachers? I can think of much comfier places we could ‘study’.
Love, Rose.”He pulled out his pen and scribbled a reply at the bottom of the same sheet... "Hey again,
I saw something under the bleachers in a movie once, it looked interesting.
We're cutting up frogs in Bio, I know you just love that. All those fun smells and squishy sounds.
Where could we study that would be more comfy? The library is deserted, but too quiet. Thats all I can think of.
PS. You look hot in those jeans Emmett"He finished the note and dropped it onto her desk when the coast was clear. "Sppst!" He smirked and shot her a wink.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 28, 2008 20:13:54 GMT -8
The teacher continued to drone on and on about Macbeth, and how something meant something else, even though he happened to be completely off. But none of the other students knew that, they thought he was so intelligent because he could ‘translate’ Shakespeare’s writing. That was one of the difficult parts about repeating school over and over again; you knew things that the teachers did not.
"Hey again,
I saw something under the bleachers in a movie once, it looked interesting.
We're cutting up frogs in Bio, I know you just love that. All those fun smells and squishy sounds.
Where could we study that would be more comfy? The library is deserted, but too quiet. That’s all I can think of.
PS. You look hot in those jeans. Emmett”
After reading Emmett’s note, Rosalie rolled his eyes, grinning, and looked over when he tried to get her attention. He winked at her. She let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head.
Oh?
Psychic now? When did you turn into Alice? But frogs are rather disgusting, so I guess skipping wont really do any harm. And I suppose under the bleachers wont be too dreadful, since obviously you really want to try that.
Love, Rosalie.
PS. Jeez, Emmett. Can’t you keep it in your pants until Biology?
And with that, and a smirk, Rosalie placed the note on Emmett’s desk, and returned the wink he had sent to her.
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Post by daxcolt on May 29, 2008 4:23:54 GMT -8
Emmett opened the note and smiled as he read it. Oh?
Psychic now? When did you turn into Alice? But frogs are rather disgusting, so I guess skipping wont really do any harm. And I suppose under the bleachers wont be too dreadful, since obviously you really want to try that.
Love, Rosalie.
PS. Jeez, Emmett. Can’t you keep it in your pants until Biology? She's always so thoughtful. Nothing like a girl who's willing to experiment, he smiled and thought to himself. He tore out a new sheet of paper and wrote back... What up,
I heard about the frogs from somebody else this morning. I thought I'd give you the heads up, so we could find something else to entertain ourselves.
Thanks for keeping an open mind. I think you'll enjoy it out there as much as I will.
PS. No I cant, you know that. And you like it! Love and Hugs, EmmettHe passed the note back and raised his hand to answer a question out of sheer boredom.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 30, 2008 20:12:36 GMT -8
Rosalie read the note, holding it carefully so it wouldn’t make any crinkling noises that would tip the teacher off. A grin spread over her face as she read the last three lines of it. ”What up,
I heard about the frogs from somebody else this morning. I thought I'd give you the heads up, so we could find something else to entertain ourselves.
Thanks for keeping an open mind. I think you'll enjoy it out there as much as I will.
PS. No I cant, you know that. And you like it! Love and Hugs, Emmett”
She had to roll her eyes. It seemed all boys, especially Emmett, only thought about the physical aspects of a relationship. Emmett was good with the romantic parts also, like taking her to amazing places on all of their honeymoons. But the ‘honeymoon’ part spoke for itself. They were always newlyweds.
"Oh Emmett,
Is sex really all you think about? Well, it doesn’t matter, I’m glad I crossed your mind when you heard of the frogs.
I do hope so, and if not, we can always find somewhere else.
Love, Rose.
PS. Yes, I love it. But in more private places, darling."
She looked over the note, and then placed it on Emmetts desk. But as she did so, she subtly placed her hand on his thigh, sending him a playful smirk.
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