A/N: This is the most pointless excuse for a story. I just felt an overwhelming need to publish it. (Please don't hate me. And even if you do put it in a review)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but lunchbox (my laptop) and YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!!!!
"I can't believe this," I snapped. I swear I had never been so annoyed or frustrated. "Do you know how much of my life I've wasted on you? Yet, I still haven't gotten what I want! Are you incapable of pleasing me? Is that it?" I asked my voice steadily rising. "Because, right now, you're getting on my last nerve. This is unacceptable."
The last word was barely out of my mouth when I felt two stone-cold marble arms go around my waist. "Who are you yelling at?" Edward whispered. His velvet smooth voice calmed me down a little, just a little. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply and pointed my finger to the counter, there sat the evil, menacing, horrible… pickle jar.
"I can't get it open!" I whined. I looked up at Edward as his musical laugh filled the room. "Silly Bella," he murmured and made a motion to pick up the demonic pickle jar. "NO!" I yelled, practically at the top of my lungs. Edward jerked his head around and looked at me, clearly alarmed by my sudden outburst. I took a deep breath. "I am going to open this jar myself." I closed my eyes and continued too speak "It is not going to beat me. I am stronger than a stupid pickle jar and…"
EDWARD NO!" I yelled, as I opened my eyes I saw Edward reach out with his vampire speed and open the jar. "I never knew you liked pickles." He said flashing me my favorite smile. I shot him a death glare that would give even Rosalie a run for her money.
"Edward Anthony Cullen, we are going to the store right now. We are going to pick up another jar of pickles, one that I can open myself. So let's go. Were leaving no…" I was cut off by his icy lips pressing against mine. "Maybe we can go later." I whispered, sounding half-drunk. He kissed me again. "much later," I said in a voice much too quiet for any normal human too hear. He smiled my favorite smile again. At that moment pickles were the farthest thing from my mind. At that moment my only thought was
Edward Cullen you never cease to dazzle me.