CUPCAKE WARS CONTEST
Title: Gluttony
Pen name: Miss Snazzy
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,066
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyers.
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Part II
Kate Konfections
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"So what is this new shop that's making us question my poor brother's sexuality?" I asked as I sat down at lunch.
Today's menu consisted of an apple, yogurt, and a granola bar. Oh goody. Meanwhile, you had the bunny and the beast each sporting enough food to feed a family of five for a week. Emmett I get, but Alice must have daily lipo sessions to remain so thin in spite of it all.
Rosalie was on another one of her fad diets—this week it was low-carb products—and Jasper seemed to have a little bit of everything. And then there was Edward. Every single day, rain or shine, he always had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Now the repetitiveness is ridiculous enough, but it's even worse because he doesn't use grape or strawberry jelly like a rational person. No. He uses apple.
Who the hell uses apple jelly? A freaking psychopath, I tell you.
And yes, Edward and I are both here and the world isn't imploding. That is because lunch is basically our middle ground. This is the place where opposing nations can meet peacefully without the risk of bloodshed.
Okay, so maybe I'm a bit dramatic. So? Keeps things interesting, doesn't it?
"Keep it up Sis and you're going to find a snake in your panty drawer," Emmett threatened.
He knew I had a fear of snakes, but I decided to downplay that.
"Why my panty drawer, hmm? Have you been in there before? Are you a cross-dresser?" I exclaimed.
"What!" Emmett said in shock.
"I'm not sure if I'm more creeped out that you wear women's clothes or that you were snooping through your younger sister's panties," Jasper commented with a frown.
"So that's where my new bra went," Rosalie mused.
Alice just sat there giggling and trying not to choke on the massive bite of lasagna she had stuffed into her mouth.
"So what's the store?" Edward asked, disturbing the flow.
I could tell Emmett wanted to withhold the information for being mocked again, but we both knew he'd spill. He was far too excited to keep his mouth shut and took Edward's prompting to finally tell us.
"Remember that old ice cream parlor? Jordan's?"
"The one you cried about for two weeks when it closed?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed, but he kept his attention on Edward. I knew how much my jokes annoyed him, but he knew how much ignoring them bothered me. Touché.
"Well this woman bought the place and now it's a cupcake shop!"
"What's so special about that? I make cupcakes for you all the time," Alice pointed out.
"Yeah, but these are genuine Kate Konfections!"
My eyes widened.
"Oh."
"What oh?" Alice asked me.
"Bella knows," Emmett said, staring at me seriously.
"What are Kate Konfections?" Rosalie asked.
"Do you want to tell them the tale, or should I?"
"Go ahead. But make sure you start from the beginning," Emmett instructed.
Emmett was rarely serious about anything, but when it came to Kate Konfections, he didn't kid around.
"Back when our parents first got divorced, Emmett and I used to spend the school year with Renee and the summer with Charlie," I began. "Renee was dating a lot at the time and there was this one guy she'd brought over more than once and well…we kind of hated him, so we egged his car."
Car enthusiast Edward looked like he disapproved, but everyone else seemed to have a smile.
"Well the guy caught us in the act and started yelling about how he was gonna whoop our asses until the skin came off like the paint on his car, so Emmett and I hightailed it out of there."
Edward seemed to be even unhappier to hear this, but the rest didn't seem to mind. So we had grown up a bit differently? It was what it was. Emmett wore a wry smile and I mirrored it back—the secret way we'd tell each other we remembered and understood.
"So we hid away in this shopping district that we knew Renee would never think to look and that's when we stumbled upon it."
"Literally," Emmett cut in. "She tripped over their doormat," he laughed and the rest joined in.
"Anyway, being the nine and ten year-olds that we were, we couldn't resist taking a peek in the little cupcake shop and…well…Emmett and I might've stolen some cupcakes."
A collection of gasps—mostly fake—made me roll my eyes. It would seem that Emmett shared my feelings.
"What? We were starving," Emmett said.
"We ate the cupcakes and Emmet became obsessed, so we went back the next day to get more, but the store was gone," I summed up.
"That was…an entertaining story," Alice commented.
"Yeah, Bella fudged up the ending," Emmett paused. "Get it? Fudged up?" he laughed.
"You get more juvenile by the day, Emmett."
"Shut up Jasper."
"So what's so special about these cupcakes?" Rosalie asked.
Emmett's face lit up as he began to describe his Kate Konfections experience.
"They're perfect. Like taking a bite out of heaven," Emmett said in a dreamy voice.
I could practically see the puddle of drool collecting around his tray. I wished I had a bucket to stick under his tongue like you would do with a leak in the roof.
"Wait. You said this happened when you were nine?" Edward spoke for the first time since I started the story.
"When I was nine, yeah."
"Wasn't that the year you were diagnosed with diabetes?"
I looked up at him for the first time in surprise.
"Yeah, but how…" I wanted to ask him how he knew about that, but decided against it. "I was diagnosed about two weeks after that," I said softly.
Luckily that awkward silence was ended by the lunch bell. I quickly shoveled the rest of the yogurt into my mouth and chow downed on the apple before tossing my trash away. I'd have to sneak bites of the granola bar in Banner's class, but that wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
I glanced back at the table and for the second time in the last couple minutes, I was surprised. Edward was staring right at me. I couldn't make out his expression from here, but I knew he had to be up to something. He never looked at me like that.
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