Penname: Vampgirl18

Derivative Fiction: Twilight

Rating/Warning(s): T

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Prompt: Idea Completion- Finger Food

I love fish sticks. Don't ask me why, I do not know. It probably has something to do with me visiting Charlie when I was younger and all we had to eat was fish sticks. They were homemade, and fatty, and disgusting. And I couldn't get enough of them.

To demonstrate just how much I loved my fish sticks, I was chowing down on a huge plate.

At the Cullen's.

With my boyfriend.

Edward Cullen.

The most perfect thing since...fish sticks. He doesn't eat, sleep, or tan, but he loves me enough to sit through me eat food he can't eat.

I munched away happily at my treat. Edward made them for me for lunch, and although he, or his family, can't eat, he made me at least 40. Isn't he the sweetest boyfriend ever?

Well… he would be the sweetest boyfriend ever, if he didn't keep giving the food looks of absolute revulsion.

"If you keep your face like that long enough, it'll freeze that way," I said between sticks. I refused to look at him, though. If I did that I'd get all swoony and forget about more important things… like eating fish sticks.

Good plan Swan. Fish sticks first, swoony later.

He scoffed at my remark. "Yeah I'm sure that logic is correct. If you keep eating those…things," he spat it like a curse. Stupid, jerky, hot vampire boyfriend. "You'll turn into one."

That got me thinking.

And just to annoy him further, retribution for dissin' the sticks of course, I decided to voice my thoughts.

"Edward?"

He sighed. "Yes love?"

"Hypothetically… let's say I do turn into a fish stick." I paused for dramatic effect. As I did, I swore I heard Edward say something along the lines of 'Oh for the love of God', but I wasn't sure. "Would it be cannibalism if I ate fish sticks while I'm a fish stick?"

Edwards face fell, his jaw dropping open and a thoroughly confused look fell into place. I have never seen him look so baffled in the entire time I knew him. I picked up a fish stick and chomped on it happily, eagerly awaiting his answer.

I suddenly felt his lips on my forehead and I closed my eyes at the sensation.

He bent his head down to whisper the words that made me melt into a puddle of goo in my seat.

"Finish your fish sticks Bella."