A/N: This is for lucyy’s contest. I picked the meadow scene from Twilight (an icky book [sorry Twi-fans] but I intend to have my fun). So… Enjoy!
Characters:
~Bella = the psychotic girlfriend
~Edward = the sexy masochist
~Eliza (ME!) = the heroine
~Meyer = the terrible excuse for a novelist
Edward: Oh Bella! My pretty beautiful honey bunches of oats sweet-smelling Bella Bells Bonanza! Do you not see? I cannot be with you. You simply smell too amazing and I am a monstrous monster who wants to pull a Dracula and suck your blood. Also, I’m over-protective and masochistic.
Bella: (Completely ignores what Edward is saying because he is just too sparkly.) Oooooh, me likes the shiny thingies in your skin! I’m-a gonna get closer now ‘cause your sparkliness is distracting me from the fact that you want to eat me.
Edward: RAWR! (Runs away to hide behind a rock.) Do. Not. Come. Near. Me. I don’t want to hurt you.
Bella: Too bad! (Rushes over to Edward’s side and commences sickening cuddly-cuddliness.) I wuv you, Eddie-kins.
Edward: Oh noez! I am a beautifully sexy man-whore for being attracted to you in such a manner! I must run away and ask the Volturi to eat my soul! (Attempts to pull away but Bella’s attraction is simply too strong for him to resist so he leans in to kiss her instead.)
Eliza: (Poofs into the meadow in a cloud of purple smoke and looks around.) Um… Where exactly am I? I was snarfing down snickerdoodle cookies by the handful when all of a sudden I was pulled into this really cool sci-fi vortex thing. Totally Star Trek. Awesomeness. (Sees Edward and Bella making out.) Ew! Jesus Christ, get a room, will you? (Throws a rock at Bella’s head.)
Bella: (Turns around to give Eliza the evil-eye.) Owie! Ewaaaaaaard! That mean, unattractive other woman threw a rock at me!!! (Shrieks like some creepy thing from a movie.)
Eliza: Oh, suck it up, slut. I do not enjoy seeing people hump each other in meadows. I mean, I’m thirteen for God’s sake. I’m way too immature.
Edward: Let me handle this, Bella sweetie pie honey bunny. (Walks over to Eliza.) Hello there. Am I dazzling you? Dazzle dazzle. Razzle dazzle. (Does some weird Broadway jig and a cane and top-hat suddenly appear at his disposal [in, of course, a cloud of purple smoke].)
Eliza: (Backs away slowly and avoids eye contact.) You’re a loony, aren’t you? I recommend professional help. Keeps the crazies at bay. (Nods sagely.)
Edward: (Stops dancing and looks shocked and hurt.) B-b-but! You’re supposed to bow down to me and grovel at my feet and be totally dazzled!!! BELLA! She insulted me!!! Wah! (Cries like a pathetic baby, but since he can’t produce tears, his face just looks really scrunched up whilst animalistic wails emerge from his throat.)
Bella: Gasp! You made my Eddie-kins cry! Die bitch! (Throws herself at Eliza, who simply sidesteps and rolls her eyes. Bella proceeds to trip over air and break her arm.) Oooooowwww!!
Eliza: Oh boo-hoo. Just put a band-aid on it, you big baby. Or better yet, why don’t you get your ‘Eddie-kins’ to kiss it and make it better, huh?
Bella: (Blinks dumbly.) Did you just insult me? I can’t tell….
Eliza: Well, that’s not surprising.
Bella: Oh em gee! You did insult me! NOT NICE! Edward! I command you too eat her!
(Edward is too busy dropping to the floor in a twitching heap. He begins vomiting rainbows until he slowly withers away into an indecently ugly husk on the ground.)
Bella: (Stares in open-mouthed horror.) Oh noez! You killed him. I’m gonna be totally submissive and kill myself to show my undying obsession-slash-love-slash-weird-lust-thing for Edward. (Stabs herself with a comb.)
Meyer: (Appears in – obviously – a cloud of purple smoke.) Eliza! Gosh darn you! You killed my wonderfully lovely generically clichéd characters! Darn you to heck! (Waggles her finger Mom-style in Eliza’s face.)
Eliza: (Slaps Meyer’s hand away.) Oh, grow up. It won’t kill you to say God or damn or hell, you know.
Meyer: (Gasps and goes wide-eyed in shock.) But! Those are bad words! (Twitches spasmodically.)
Eliza: (Sighs.) Why are all the people here crazy? I mean really. Do they not have shrinks in fiction-land?
(Meyer commits suicide because she realizes how inferior her writing is. Since her job here is done, Eliza is sucked into another Star Trek vortex and returns home to her much-adored snickerdoodle cookies.)
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