I Have Fingers says:

WASSUP BITCHES?

Hans153 says:

Raise your hand if you had a birthday since the last chapter of this uploaded *Hans puts up her hand*

I Have Fingers says:

*Nikki raises her hand* Oooo me me me! OOOO PICK ME! I DIIID!

Hans153 says:

Keep your hand up if you are the reason took a long ass time to be updated *Hans keeps her hand up* I'm sorry you lovely people I'm the reason you guys have been OJ-less will you forgive me... NikNik have you for given me?

I Have Fingers says:

I thought I already forgave you ... ? It's all good. Now ... what's say you? Should we carry on with the fuckmazing fic of ours?

Hans153 says:

Yes I think these lovely people have waited long enough to read what happens next... but I feel like i'm forgetting something...

I Have Fingers says:

Disclaimer? Yeah I got it ... Hold on.

DISCLAIMER! WE OWN NOTHING! NADA! SILCH! EL SIPO! YOU SEE THAT TWILIGHT BOOK OVER THERE? aRE IOUR NAMES ON IT? THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! NO!

Hans153 says:

Haha Look there is one tiny all 'a' with all the big the letters... its like me when I'm stood next to everyone else (I'm short ... like REALLY short)

Enjoy reading people...

I Have Fingers says:

Yeah *coughs* Shortie. At least I can spell ... hehe okay see you guys at the bottom.

JPOV

I shopped for everything that I so desired to be in my fridge and other various parts of my kitchen. I had gotten eggs, milk, cheese, chocolate syrup for chocolate milk, bananas, peanut butter, ketchup, butter, bread, grape jelly, ice cream, lettuce, deli sliced turkey, and Butterfingers.

I had this feeling inside me that I was forgetting something very important; something that I would regret later in life if I didn't get it now.

So I just kept walking the store, looking at every item on every goddamned shelf.

I decided that since I couldn't figure out what is was that this little voice inside me so desired, that I would go over to the magazine and book isle and just read the rumors of celebrities and look at pictures in books.

I know it seems weird to stay in Safeway, reading magazines and books when you could do this in a freaking library and not have everyone stare at you like you're a socially inept loon, but I really had no desire to go to the library.

That place bored me to sleep and for some reason, it reminded me of a freaking dentist's office. It was either the smell or the women at the front desk that had too white of smiles.

Or maybe I'm just mentally weird.

So I walked to the magazine rack and picked up a random magazine, not caring what it was called or what was on the cover.

I flipped it open to the middle page and quickly shut it because I had picked up a Women's Health magazine and the middle page was an article on 'The First Signs of Cervical Cancer'. I swear I could hear my cousin Quil laughing his ass off at me if he was here.

He would never let me live it down if he was.

I quickly put it down and picked up a magazine that had a man drinking a large cup of orange juice.

Then I suddenly remembered what it was that I needed to get.

Tropicana Orange Juice; Extra Pulp.

I threw the magazine onto the rack, not caring where I put it and grabbed my cart and made a rush to the refrigerated juice section.

I searched up and down looking over the different types of juices.

I saw different brands of orange juice with extra pulp, but none were Tropicana. I had to have Tropicana. And it had to be Extra Pulp Tropicana. Nothing else.

Call my picky, but it's the only kind of orange juice that I have ever drank since I can remember.

Me, being one for traditions, or more so not ruining a pattern that has been set in stone since I was born, I wouldn't drink any other orange juice.

I know you're probably going, well why can't you just go somewhere else and buy it?

Well, see, I have this little annoying conscience aka a voice that voices it's opinion way too much that is telling me that I must buy it here.

So, I shall do what the conscience says.

I finally laid eyes on the last jug of Tropicana Extra Pulp orange juice.

I could hear 'Eye of the Tiger' play in the back of my mind as I ran in what seemed to be slow motion towards that carton of orange juice.

NPOV

The grocery store is a twenty minute drive normally; however I had to drive my moms' old truck, so it took thirty minutes instead. I don't know why she doesn't get rid of `the beast` as it is officially named, its older then gramps. My mom says she won't get rid of the beast until it dies, which I'm pretty sure will be any day now. I pulled into Safeway's parking lot; I looked up at the sky and saw blue. I'm an odd person and find blue skies somewhat depressing. I love the rain; there is something about the rain that I find calming. As a small child if I couldn't sleep I would lay in my bed listening to the rain fall against the house. When we moved to Olympia I did it a lot less, the rain in Olympia is different to the rain in Forks. I got out of the beast and grabbed a cart, I've decided I'm not going to follow the list my mom gave me, I'm going to walk around the store putting things in the cart as I come across them. I want to drag this out for as long as I can, because I know that the second I walk in the door my mom is going to have me cleaning. Grocery shopping I'm good at, cleaning not so much. My dorm room back at CSU is a total mess, paper covers every possible surface, my roommate is forever telling me I should sort it out of I'll lose something, I never listen.

I plugged my headphones in and turned up my iPod, I had to adjust the volume so that it will drowned sound of everyone else in the store. Now all I can hear is Justin Furstenfeld voice singing:

I touch the tongue to see

A devil's face in front of me

You blow your nose and cry

The clown demands a sad good-bye

A sad good-bye.

Black below the tree

White horses dead in front of me

A scar below the cheek

There's a sweaty man in a bloody sink.

Most people don't get my taste in music, how I can enjoy listen to a guy singing about his battles through life. But to me this is the best kind of music, it has meaning, it had true and purpose to it.

I walked in to Safeway's and the first thing that catches my eye are the cash registers, there was a cute looking guy on the forth register in. He was severing the plump older woman, who had grey hair and wearing grey stained t shirt. I walked down the first isle, which was the fresh fruit and vegetables, I picked up a few of the items my mom had written down. I carried on miss out a few isles and headed for the cereal, I want to get some 'Lucky Charms' 'cause I know for sure my mother isn't going to be making me a breakfast like that every morning while I'm here. While my mind is still on breakfast, I think about gramps extra pulp OJ and head back down to the juices. I walk back to the refrigerators slowly picking up a bag of mini Heath Bars on the way. I spot the last cartoon of Tropicana OJ with extra pulp.

Hans153 says:

So people of earth, what did ya'll think?

I Have Fingers says:

YOU BETTER HAVE LIKED IT! IF NOT I WILL FIND YOU AND GUT YOU LIKE A FIIIIIIISH!

Hans153 says:

She's kidding... I hope :0/ ... Just incase she isn't, review and let us know what you think.

I Have Fingers says:

Who knows if I'm kidding Ya'lls aren't no Edward Cullen. But I don't even know if I'm kidding. So now who wants some Orange Juice? I know I do! OJ anyone? *pours OJ in plastic Dixie Cups for everyone*

Hans153 says:

OOOO I want some OJ * Hans takes cup from Fingers* Come on my dear lets leave our readers to review... Peace Out Girl Scouts * Hans does the peace sign and blows kisses*

I Have Fingers says:

Hans ... you were never in Girl Scouts. *Fingers says as she finds a peanut like Jack Sparrow* Now go review lovelys. Review if you want to live ... Rock on. *Fingers holds up the rock sign*