Chelle... this is for you. Because you're sweet and caring and nice and always talk freely. And even though I hate you because of the nine-incher you get on a regular basis, I wrote these for you. We'll call it a New Year's present, yeah?
All my love and thanks to the wifey who preread these and helped me with a summary.
Prompt - Apple.
Disclaimer: I own some apple juice, but not Twilight.
Sometimes I wonder about Snow White.
What if she hadn't found her prince? What if she'd stayed asleep forever.
It'd be her own fault, really. If she hadn't been stupid enough to take the poison from the hag, she wouldn't have gotten into a mess at all.
And then after those sometimes, I wonder about myself.
My prince had yet to come. Maybe he never would.
Of course, I wasn't in distress.
Maybe I should down some rat poison. Maybe me prince would come then.
Maybe my prince would be the poison-control dude.
Or, the paramedic who'd save me.
Maybe.