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Cinderella Undercover

Summary:
Makeup, Picnics, and Secret Spy Princesses? Emmett and Axelle get into quite a bit of mischief! The long awaited Emmett/Axelle one shots! Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Banner by Iris!! :D


Notes:
These will be in all sorts of people's POV's :) I hope you enjoy them! They explain quite a bit, I think!


1. The Rainbow Rained Glitter

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As soon as the door closed behind Bella, I continued my story about when I ate a grizzly bear whole.

“I grabbed it and we wrestled for awhile. He put up a crazy fight, but I held him off. Soon, he was trapped! I opened my mouth and chomp! I ate him! He tasted so good!” I exclaimed.

“Nuh-uh! That can't happen! Your mouth isn't big as a bear!” said Axelle.

“Oh really?” I asked. “How big is a bear then?”

Axelle stood up and climbed onto the couch. “A bear is this big!” she yelled. She held out her arms, making herself as big as she could. She jumped into the air as she talked.

She gasped. “Uncle Emmett! Can we play dress up!?” I didn't know where she got the idea. She was so random sometimes.

“I don't know... isn't that kind of girly?” I asked.

“Please?” she said, sticking out her lower lip.

“Oh, okay,” I agreed. I couldn't say no to a face like that. It was too much! “What do you want to wear?” I asked.

“Not on me! On you!” She leaped off the couch and dashed up the stairs.

I followed behind her, scooping her up into my arms. “What if I don't want to be dressed up?”

“But... but... you said,” she whispered, sticking out that damn lower lip again. It started to quiver.

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay!” I sighed, putting her down.

“Yay!” she exclaimed. I followed her into my room. She ran straight to the closet. I frowned, I had no idea what was in there. There was probably a dress that was my size in there... there were a lot of strange things that we Cullens did sometimes, and I wouldn't be surprised.

Axelle skipped to the back of closet. I closed my eyes, actually scared about what she would find. I was almost positive we had a dress back there that fit me. I heard her rustle through the clothes.

“Look!” laughed Axelle.

I opened my eyes and was greeted with a pink glittery dress... lord help me.

“I think this will fit you! It's so pretty! Wear it!” she said, smiling.

“Promise you won't tell your mommy and daddy?” I asked. If any of them saw me... I'd never live it down. My manliness would be severely tarnished, my years of working up my image for naught.

“I promise!”

I took it off of the hanger and shuddered.

She left the room as I changed into the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh. I... looked... ridiculous! Nobody was ever going to see me in this, ever. Axelle walked into the room at the sound of my laughs.

“You look amazin!” she said, clapping her hands. “Now we need face paint.”

Face paint? She didn't mean... makeup. “Axelle,” I pleaded.

“Face paint! Where is... Rosalie's face paint?” she asked. She started to rummage around the room. I decided to intervene before she made a mess.

“Here is is,” I sighed. I handed her the box of Rosalie's makeup. She wouldn't rest until she had me all dressed up in girl garb, I could tell.

“Now,” she started, “we have to go downstairs and you have to close your eyes.”

I picked her up and ran down the stairs. My speed was a bit hindered by the stupid dress. I set her down.

“Close your eyes! No peeking,” said Axelle. I sat on the ground and closed my eyes. I felt something smooth run over my cheeks. Axelle giggled manically. She was enjoying my humiliation. I would tough it out though. I would feel terrible if I made her cry.

“You are going to be a good girl,” she said. I resisted the urge to walk out of the room. I had to keep telling myself that it made her happy.

I felt her put sticky stuff on my eyelids, some powdery stuff on my lips. I was sure I looked like a clown. Axelle hummed while she worked. Every once in a while she'd start to sing the words to a song I didn't recognize.

“And then the ponies skipped with the uuuunicooorns! And the rainbow rained glittteeerrr!” she sang.

I had to try so hard not to laugh. Ponies skipped with the unicorns? Girls confused me.

“Done yet?” I asked after a few minutes. She stopped her song.

“No! You have to cook, duh!” she said. I had no idea what she meant. “You can open your eyes, though.”

It was difficult. My eyelids were weighed down from all the gunk she put on them.

“Now you need a castle,” she decided.

“How are we supposed to make a castle?” I asked. I was not going to build anything, I'd remain stubborn on that one.

“Pillows! The are so comfy! One day I want to live in a pillow house. I'll be married and it'll have a slide to get out. There will be a trampoline in it! And it will be rainbow colored!” she exclaimed.

“Pillows?” I didn't know if we even had any pillows besides the ones on Bella and Jasper's bed upstairs.

“There are some on the couch, duh,” she said. Of course.

She started throwing them off of the couch, making a pile beside me.

“How am I going to fit?” There was no way it'd work.

“Shh, I know how to do it,” she said, smiling. “Do you have any hair things?” she asked.

Hair things? What was a hair thing? I assumed it was the weird little bows that Esme bought for Axelle. “I... think so.”

“Can you grab them?” she asked, preoccupied with her pillow shelter.

“Sure,” I said, shaking my head. I could not believe this girl had convinced me not only to put on a dress, but to put makeup on too. If the guys could see me now...

I ran upstairs, grabbed Axelle's “hair things”, and dashed back down again. I found a pillow fort awaiting me.

“In,” she commanded. I did as I was told.

As I got in, the pillows collapsed around me.

“Why did you do that?!” she asked. She sounded so offended, like I had ruined her life's work.

“It was an accident, I swear!” I exclaimed.

“Ugh,” she sighed. I sat down in the spot that was previously occupied by a pillow fort.

Axelle started to put the bow in my hair when I heard the front door open. Bella stood in the entry way, mouth open. Jasper stood beside her. He started laughing so hard, I'm surprised he didn't pop a rib.

“Uncle Emmett let me play dress up on him!” exclaimed Axelle. Jasper's laughs echoed through the house.

“She's too good at convincing people! I told her no and then she gave me her little pout stare. How can you say no to that?” I asked, trying to protect my dignity. I had a feeling it was a lost cause. It was a story that would follow me through the rest of my life.

Jasper ran upstairs, I feared the worst. “Where did he go?” I asked.

He ran back down the stairs a moment later. There was something in his hand, a camera. Oh no... I heard it snap. “Hey!” I exclaimed.

I was never, ever going to play dress up with Axelle again.