So we finally are in the actual grocery store !
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I wasn't necessarily prepared to go when the car parked at the Seattle Loblaws. To be more specific, I was asleep. I still wasn't used to Bella's vampiric speed and reflexes, so when I was told she would be driving me to Seattle, I was ready for a slow and extra long drive. Then once all the "Forks versus Seattle" drama was over, it was easy to fall asleep in the quiet car. But I should have remembered that Bella drove like Tron now.

We got to the grocery store almost as fast as we would have if we had run ourselves...which says something about how far over the speed limit Bella was driving.

By the time I was mostly awake and had the ability to process my surroundings, the car was parked and dead, and everyone had already left and locked the doors. Only Rosalie was kind enough to wait for me to wake up. She helpfully threw a perfectly crafted and pointed paper airplane, made out of some kind of flyer, at my head. The faint stab of the sharp paper and the airplane crumbling against the impact from my head sure woke me up.

I quickly got out of the car and met up with the three of them, who were waiting half way up the parking lot.

"Thanks for joining us sleeping beauty", Bella commented, smiling and looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

I rolled my eyes dramatically and caught a stray grocery cart as I walked. "Yeah, yeah. You should be thanking me. I'm the only person here with knowledge about the particular topic and," I emphasized and stretched out the and as I spoke, "my beauty will give your eyes a break after looking at Rosalie." I winked and waved my hand down the length of my body like it was a car in a showroom. "Look! You didn't even know to get a grocery cart. I'm saving the day already."

Bella pretended to be unamused, but her twitching lip corners gave her away. I caught her eye again, and flashed a wide, goofy smile. Before the laugh could escape her lips, she swiftly cut in front of me to steal the cart and began walking faster ahead of us.

Rosalie was right behind her, but Alice only nonchalantly walked ahead of me, though not all the way to Bella. I smirked, but didn't follow Bella. Instead I strided up and began walking next to Alice.

Alice didn't acknowledge my presence what so ever, but she didn't move or complain either. I turned my head completely down to look at her tiny self, and I could feel my eyebrows raised in an expression of questioning and something like humor. She didn't so much as flicker her eyes, but she had an excited (almost manic) smile plastered to her pixie face. Her eyes were alight and she walked on the balls of her feet, bouncing up and down.

Her expression and demeanor puzzled me for a fraction of a second, but I quickly understood her excitement. I clamped a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her in her place, and she reluctantly turned to look at me after staring at my hand on her shoulder, as if expecting it to vanish at her look. Now she just looked annoyed. It amused me.

"Normal people don't get excited about grocery stores, Alice." I craned my neck down to reach her ear and whispered with mock horror, "In fact, most people dislike it...a LOT! Shocking, I know."

She slipped under my arm gracefully before sticking her little tongue out at me. "Don't you dare ruin this for me, dog" she said sharply but not angrily. In the same second she turned to quickly catch up with Bella and Rosalie.

I laughed quietly and called after her, "Just turn it down a notch. People might get the wrong idea!"

Without turning completely back around, she angled her head just enough for me to see her wink.

What happened after we entered the grocery store was something I did not expect. Not at all.

It was like they had planned for hours this simple task of grocery shopping. The minute we walked through those sliding glass doors with the logo on them that all groceries have (you know what I'm talking about), it was like a football team going out to the field after saying "break". Alice had her one second of enjoyment as she scanned the grocery store, eyes wide and bright like a baby walking into Disney World for the first time, but after she took it in, it was as if she had seen the place a thousand times. In a fraction of a second she was serious and unfazed. They never said a word to each other, but Alice went straight, Rosalie went left and Bella went right, and yet they all seemed perfectly confident that they were going the right direction. Not one of them held a list, but I figured since their brains could hold a billion years worth of information, remembering a simple list of grocery items wasn't a big deal.

But while they all went off looking like this was their reason for living, their mission on earth, something they had been working for since they were kids, I just stood there dumbfounded. Aside from the utter shock of seeing vampires with such strong reassurance and complete preparation while shopping for food, I knew deep down I was a little hurt. I tried to burry that feeling of disappointed, betrayal even, that they didn't really need my assistance but it only got worse as I thought it out loud. My smug and excited feelings of being more intelligent in something over the Cullens resurfaced, and as ashamed as I was for admitting it, I knew that my ego had just cut down a notch.

Oh thank God Edward wasn't here to hear this in my mind.

As quickly as I had realized those pathetic feelings, my pride pushed them all the way to the bottom, under all those other cooler and more manly feelings, where hopefully they could never come back... Ever.

I scanned the directions that the three vampires had headed, and found that they were each already far ahead in the crowds. I easily decided to follow Bella. One reason being that I had noticed Bella seemed to be leading this little situation. Alice, Rose and Bella seemed to have a silent agreement that Bella would take charge for this part of the party. I could understand why. Bella had been a pretty talented chef only months before, and seeing as she spent the most time with humans and was the only one who could remember food, it seemed appropriate for her to lead the decisions . Another reason being that to voluntarily spend a moment of time with Rosalie would crack my pride in itself.

I caught up with Bella in no time, and found her looking at frozen pizzas with an expression of deep thought mixed with disgust. Her wrinkled nose seemed to say that disgust was winning.

"What are we..." I started casually, but was cut short by Bella's frantic voice.

"Do kids like pizza? I'm thinking they do, but I don't want to order that greasy kind from those little take out places. But I'm pretty sure Delisio isn't too good either, from those horrible commercials they play. So I could get organic, but I'm also pretty sure that when kids say they like pizza, they mean that they like the greasy kind from those little take out places." Her words were panicked and rushed. She looked up at me with big, confused golden eyes and I could see the little line forming between her eyebrows that she got when she was stressed.

I couldn't help the feeling of relief and cockiness that filled me. Clearly they did need my help. I realized these are the feelings a child or a teenage girl feels, but I didn't really care.

"Well," I began in a way that made it seem like I answered questions like this for a profession, "you're right. Kids love pizza, but only the greasy take out kind. So, if you want pizza, you're gonna have to go for that."

Bella pouted just a little and it made her look younger. Like she was an actually teenager, rather than a mother. "I don't want to get that kind of pizza though. It's so unhealthy and..." She bit her lip as she thought of the right word. "Common," she decided and sighed. "But I mean, I want to stick with the carnival theme and all, so I guess I have to get pizza." The way she said it was like a question, and it was obvious she wanted the answer to be no.

I held back a smile. It made me laugh at how seriously everyone was taking this. Most parents just order pizza the day of, or sometimes just planned the party at a time that doesn't require food. But I had to maintain my status as a good assistant, so I tried to make my words insightful. "If you don't want to do pizza, but you want to stick with the carnival theme, then what you should be doing is hot dogs."

Bella whipped her head up to me so fast, and said the words like it was the first time she had heard it in the english language. "Hot dogs?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Hot dogs," she repeated, getting used to the word. "Hot dogs huh?" She cocked her head to the left and raised her eyebrows, looking for my approval.

"Yep," I nodded and smiled again.

"Aren't hot dogs even more unhealthy?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes, but you can do more with hot dogs. You can make them healthy," I whispered like I was revealing a great secret. "Instead of getting frozen packaged hot dogs, you get sausages! Sausages are better quality then hot dogs, but you cook them. Then ya put them in a nice toasted bun, and BAM," I raised my voice suddenly and dramatically. Bella was looking at me like it was too much to comprehend. "You got yourself a nice, healthier version of a carnival hot dog! The kids won't be able to tell them difference." I finished with a nod, and had to admit, I gave pretty good advice.

After I finished, Bella squinted her eyes and looked at me for a long time. She seemed to be waiting for me to crack, as if I had told her a lie. Eventually I couldn't tell what was wrong with her, so I cocked my head and squinted my own eyes at her, trying to figure out what was happening. She only responded by slowly, and carefully cocking her own head.

I could tell Bella was choosing her words before she said, "Sausage hot dogs. You're sure about this?"

I felt a little unsure of myself now too, but I shook away the idea. I responded quickly and confidently, "yes. Very sure."

"Alright then! Sausage hot dogs it is," Bella decided suddenly pleased. She bounded off toward the meat section before I could gather my thoughts. She was a strange one.

Then again, I just had a very intense conversation about hot dogs. Who wasn't strange anymore?