Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

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FLASHBACK

"Max!" I giggled. He laughed.

"Come on, you know you want to!" He held the hideous pink shirt out to me.

"Why should I?!" I asked, taking it and shaking it out to look at it. I shuddered.

"Because you can come that much closer to being as cool as me." He grinned.

"Oh. Damn. Because everyone wants to be just like you." I laughed. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll wear the shirt. Now turn around." I sighed. He turned and I quickly put it on. "Happy!?" I asked, trying not to look at the mirror. He turned and stifled a laugh.

"You, look, AWESOME!!!" He yelled.

"Are you on crack!?" I retorted. He grinned, and probably being unable to contain his amusement any longer, started to laugh so hard he was crying. "I hate you." I muttered. He looked at my outfit again.

"No, really, it looks"- Another chuckle- "It looks good on you. Promise."

"That's bull and you know it." He laughed again and nodded.

"Yeah, pick is definitely not your color."

"See!? What did I tell you!?" I shook my head.

"I know, I know."

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