Twilight Mountain Chocolate Factory: I was in the mood for something sweet and this story just popped up! Bella and her two best friends work at TMCF selling sweets. Based on a real store with the best chocolate ever! AH AU no vamps

Hey everyone! So, my other story, Parish Diaries is decreasing in my interest, so to help out my writers block I had begun writing this story after a much needed trip to the candy store! The actual name of the store is Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, I just changed the Rocky part.

It is my dream to work there, but they're never hiring : P.

Disclaimer: I don't…I don't…WHAT'S MY LINE?

Stagehand: 'I don't own Twilight or RMCF'

Disclaimer: Why would I say that? What's my motivation?

Stagehand: Your motivation is, we'll get sued if you don't say it and you won't be able to afford your kitten farm.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR RMCF! There, do I still get to keep my kitten farm?

Stagehand: Sadly, you don't have one…

Prologue

"Here you are, one Monster Chocolate Caramel Apple and a Super Smore. Have a good day!" I smiled as the little girl and her mother walked out of our little shop. My job is the best one ever. I work at Twilight Mountain Chocolate Factory. It's a chocolate shop where the employees get to make the treats, the employees being myself, my best friend Alice and my step-sister Rosalie.

I'm Bella Whitlock. I used to be Bella Swan, until my mother Renée got married to Christopher Whitlock, my step-father. I still see my real dad, Charlie, but he lives really far away, he travels Europe with his Italian girlfriend, Carmella.

Along with a new father, came new siblings. Rosalie and Jasper. Jasper was a year older than me, but Rosalie is the same age as me. They are both incredibly beautiful. Rosalie is tall, blond, has legs for miles and killer curves.

It's hard to live in the same house with her without turning into a glob on the floor from loss of self-esteem. She had deep blue eyes, violet even, framed by thick lashes. Her corn silk hair goes to her waist, sometimes curled, but most times pin straight.

Her brother, well my brother too, Jasper is, let's just say, hot. He's got the same violet eyes as Rosalie, but his hair is more dirty blond and in a surfer cut that is fraught with waves and twists and turns. He is really tall, 6' 5" I believe. He is muscular, but not bulky. Jasper has a love of history and a calming nature.

And then there's Alice…

Alice has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Our mothers had gone into labor at the same time and were in the same room. They instantly became friends so Alice and I grew up together. We had the same birthday, so Alice always planned a double party. Alice's mother died one day of hypothermia and since she had never had a real father and Renée was the godmother, the little pixie became a part of our family.

We were about 14 when Renée got married to Christopher, and Alice and Jasper instantly hit it off, though I have no idea how it happened. Alice is a 4' 11" black haired bundle of hyperactive jumping beans, while Jasper is meditation man. But to this day they are still together.

I was brought out of my reverie by the sales bell ringing, that could only mean Alice wants me to take a customer, no one ever rings the bell but her.

I walked to the front to see the little girl from before and her mother. She smiled up at me and said in an adorable high-pitched voice: "Thank you for the candy apple ma'am. It must be great to work here!" She dropped a five dollar bill into our tip jar. I smiled at them both and said that it was our pleasure.

They walked off hand in hand and I knew the little girl was right.

It is great to work here.

So, for the prologue, I think that was pretty good. Maybe my next writers block piece will be inside a moo-cow ( inside joke ). I actually like this piece a lot and would love to continue, if you guys like it that is. Tell me all about it in a review.

Love and Chocolate to you all!

Iris Of The Rainbow