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Bella POV

We were all sitting in the Cullen's living room. Alice, Esme, and I were watching Casablanca. Edward was sitting with his arm around me on the couch, Carlisle and Jasper were reading a book, Rosalie was doing her nails, and Emmett was, well, I wasn't exactly sure what he was doing.

First he stared humming and bouncing in his seat. He stopped when he was glared at by every member of the Cullen family. He then cleared his throat and scratched his head. It was quiet for a while. Then he scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Carlisle?"

Carlisle sighed and looked up from his book. "What, Emmett?"

"Can we change things besides humans into vampires?"

This received looks from all of us that clearly said 'why do you want to know, stupid?'

Carlisle spoke slowly. "Why," he began slowly, "do you want to know?"

Emmett shrugged, "Just curious."

Carlisle sighed again, slightly annoyed. "Well, I don't know. Nor do I want to because I don't really care."

That being said Carlisle went back to reading. Emmett then got up from the couch and left the room. I looked at Edward curiously. He shrugged.

"He's blocking his thoughts from me."

I shrugged it off. 'oh well, doesn't really matter'. And I went back to watching the movie .

Three days later

We hadn't seen Emmett in three days. We were starting to get a little worried about him. Then suddenly Emmett burst through the door.

"Emmett! Where have you been?"

Emmett backed away from Rosalie, looking a little scared.

"GUYS!" He said, "Look at this."

He then pulled proceeded to take out a . . . oh no . . . IT WAS A JUMBO PICKLE!!! He smiled,

"LOOK AT THIS! I turned this jumbo pickle in to a vampire!"

The family oohed and ahhhed at the pickle. I t cleared it's throat.

"Ahem. Have you ever heard of the orange pickle?"

The Cullens shook their heads and sat up close to it wide eyed.

"Once" ,it began, "there was an orange pickle . . ."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed.

"Bella, Bella, wake up!"

"Huh?"

I looked at Edward.

"Bella. It was just a dream it's okay."

"But . . But, I, Emmett. You . . . pickles . . . Casablanca . . . orange pickle . . . . POOR ORANGE PICKLE!! and . . . you . . . me . . . and huh?

Edward looked at me strangely.

I huffed, "Stupid jumbo pickle dreams! UGH!"

I, then, stomped from the room, with Edward looking at me worriedly.

A/N: I was bored. I actually had a dream like this. I have a lot of weird dreams. SOO, do you guys think I should continue this or make it a one shot?