Disclaimer: I sadly cannot claim anything associated with Twilight. I also cannot claim to have an expensive car, a vampire for a boyfriend, or a social life.

BPOV

I woke up just as the silvery white clouds started to form in the sunless sky. I was having another "sleepover" with

Alice. I could hear Emmett's booming laugh downstairs and Alice's high pitched voice rising over the sound of the

television. It sounded like they were arguing. Lately Alice had been unusually tense. I have reason to believe it was

because I refused to let her give me any makeovers. I also would not let her take me shopping for anything besides

groceries. I did feel a little guilty, but not enough to let her redesign my wardrobe. I suddenly realized that Edward

wasn't with me; he was usually here when I woke up. I looked around the room slightly confused. Then I realized

that he must be downstairs. It was probably later than I had originally thought. I jumped out of bed, and rushed

into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. My hair was a chaotic mass of tangles. I swiftly tried to pull the

brush through it and finally got it up into a ponytail. I got dressed hurriedly and raced down the stairs, nearly falling and

cracking my head open on the way. When I got downstairs Alice was dancing on top of the sofa, Emmett had

Jasper backed into the corner, Carlisle and Esme were watching the weather report on TV, and Rosalie was

polishing her hairdryers. Did she have some kind of obsession with her hairdryers? She already had perfect hair. But did

she have that fear of a bad hair day? What was that called? Something phobia? I

scanned the room again, only to find that Edward was not there. I wondered why Alice was dancing on top of the

couch to no music. But the again, that was Alice. I made my way to the kitchen. Esme had graciously stocked the

refrigerator that Alice bought on Ebay with human food. I opened the door to see the shelves overflowing with fruit and

vegetables; there were toaster waffles in the freezer, even thought they didn't have a toaster, and bottles of coke were

stacked on the counter beside the fridge. I picked up what I thought to be a grapefruit and found a knife in the cabinet

closest to the sink. I set the grapefruit on the counter and slammed the knife down hard, breaking through the skin and

sending a spray of citrus juice across the room. Rosalie chuckled darkly as she picked up the paper off the table. I

scowled and turned back to the fruit. I realized it wasn't a grapefruit, but an orange. I finished cutting up the orange and

gently pushed it aside. As I turned back to the fridge I noticed the bowl of grapefruit that was sitting on the table. Rosalie

had gone back to her place on the couch, so I walked over and picked one up. I was pretty sure that this was a grapefruit,

so I took the knife again and brought it down violently, breaking the skin again and sending another spray of juice all over

me, the counter and the floor. I glared at the grapefruit. This was a new shirt. I proceeded to hack violently at it. The juice

and tiny pieces of the peeling flew left and right as I savagely beat the grapefruit to a sticky pulp. A laugh resounded off the

walls behind me, and as I spun around the knife clattered to the floor. Edward stood bent over laughing, the rest of his

family were staring at me shocked. I grinned and picked up the knife off the floor.

"I was hungry so I was cutting up a grapefruit," it came out more as a question than a statement. I picked up what was left

of the fruit and dumped it into the trashcan. I placed the knife in the sink before turning around to look at them. Edward

was still laughing, Carlisle had gone back to watching the TV, but I could see he was shaking his head ever so slightly.

Alice was trying to rescue Jasper from Emmett's iron grasp as he squashed him into a hug, while Rosalie was still

polishing her hairdryers. Edward came over to put his arms around me, and I leaned into him, exhausted from my episode, while Esme suppressed

a giggle. I smiled and headed upstairs to change my shirt, which was now covered beyond recognition in juice. They would

never let me forget the day I murdered an innocent grapefruit.

This was inspired by my breakfast this morning.


All I wanted was a grapefruit, but no. Hope you enjoyed it.

My friend helped me with this, and would be upset if I took all the credit.

Guess she'll have to be upset.


;D