Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own the orange pickle. SO HAH!

Bella POV

I was in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. I settled for a dill pickle because they're awesome! It was one of those huge ones that are

bigger than my hand. What do you call those? Oh, yeah jumbo sized. Anyways, It was Saturday and Charlie was out fishing with Billy. Edward

had gone home to get changed.

I sat down at the table with my Jumbo pickle wrapped in a paper towel in hand. I was just about to take a bite when . . .

"DONT EAT MEEEEEEE!'

I looked down to see my jumbo pickle screaming at me. My eyes were the size of dinner plates, my was wide open.

"WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!!! MY PICKLE IS TALKING TO ME!"

I had to destroy this possessed pickle. I went over to one of the drawers and pulled out a knife. I was about to a stab it when it screamed:

" Please don't! Don't hurt me because I'm different. Haven't you ever heard the story of the orange pickle?"

I shook my head and put down the knife. I waited patiently as he began the story.

"Ahem . . . Once there was an orange pickle. It lived in a jar with green pickles. The green pickles didn't like the orange one because he was

different you Know? So, one day they decided to push him out of the jar. When they did he wrapped a rope around the jar as he was falling.

The jar crashed and everyone died. The end."

By the time he was done I was sobbing.

"That was so sad. POOR ORANGE PICKLE!!!!!!!!! I'm so sorry. I love you orange pickle!"

"I love you too Bella!'' It screamed. "I'm sorry, but I have to eat you now, Bella."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm a vampire pickle." I screamed.

"Bella, Bella? are you okay. Wake up honey." I felt someone shaking me.

I opened my eyes to find that it was only a dream and Edward was there with me.

"Bella? Are you alright? You were screaming about pickles." I was pulled into a cold embrace. Wait, pickle . . . THE ORANGE PICKLE!!!!!

I began sobbing.

"Bella", Edward asked me, "What's wrong?!"

"POOR ORANGE PICKLE!!"

"What?"

"Once", I began "there was an orange pickle. It lived in a jar with green pickles. The green pickles didn't like the orange one because he was

different you Know? So, one day they decided to push him out of the jar. When they did he wrapped a rope around the jar as he was falling.

The jar crashed and everyone died. The end."

I cried for the orange pickle. Edward looked at me strangely.

"Umm, Bella, what exactly happened in your dream?"

I told him. He began laughing, hard. He didn't stop for five minutes. I huffed, it was funny! I was now terrified of jumbo pickles! It was a

tragedy!

Edward kooked at me with dancing eyes as he said, "Silly Bella, no more pickles for you!"

A/N: Okay, this is completely fluff nothing more. It just came to me one day and I had to write it! Please review.