Disclaimer-- I don't own Twilight or the rule.

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EPOV

I was out with Bella, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie bowling. We were getting pretty thirsty after all of our competitiveness out on the bowling alley so we stopped by the vending machine for some drinks.

We came to this bowling alley practically every Saturday, so we were shocked to see that the vending machine wasn't near the desk anymore. The lady at the desk laughed at our dumb-founded expressions.

"The vending machine's spot has changed. It's near the bathrooms now." She said with a smile in my direction. I'm sure Bella noticed that too because she suddenly held my hand in a death grip.

I decided to tease my flirting friend at the desk. "Thank you very much." I said with a smile. Then I turned to Bella. "We should bring the kids here sometime. I know that Jimmy would love to meet all of these friendly people!" I said with an inconspicuous wink. Bella caught on soon enough and played along.

"Yeah. He would definetely love it here. But I'm not so sure about the other seven kids." The others were screaming with laughter on the inside. We decided we'd had enough fun and made our way to the vending machine.

"What was that about? Not that I wouldn't like to see something that funny again!" Alice asked with a giggle.

"Just having some shameless fun with strangers who try to mess with my man." Bella said with a little possessive tone.

"Easy there tiger." I said making everyone laugh even more.

"And just so you know. If we ever have kids, none of them will be named Jimmy." Bella's look was so murderous that I just nodded and gulped nervously with wide-eyes. I'll definetely be giving her the reigns when it comes to naming our children...if it ever happens...*wink wink*

The cost of the vending machine was a dollar and forty cents so I put a dollar and fifty cents inside the machine to get a root beer, but nothing happened.

I started pushing the button for root beer rapidly then proceeded to push the machine around. The girls found this funny while the guys found this amusing. I didn't find this either funny or amusing. IT ATE MY CHANGE!

"SON OF A BITCH! IT ATE MY CHANGE!! I WANT MY ROOT BEER!! I WANT MY 20 CENTS!" I screamed like a maniac while slamming the machine into the wall in hopes of getting what I paid for.

The lady from the desk came over to see what all of the commotion was about.

"Uhm, sir. I'm going to have to ask you to stop shaking the machine. It's a safety hazard and we really don't want to have to bill you for a replacement vending machine." She said calmly.

"WHAT THE FUCK? BILL ME? SAFETY HAZARD?! ALL I WANT IS MY DAMN ROOT BEER AND MY 20 FUCKING CENTS!!!!!!" I screamed back.

She was taken aback by how brusque I was with her. "But sir I -"

"I WANT MY FUCKING CHANGE AND DRINK!!" I interrupted while shaking the machine. It finally fell over onto it's side on the ground and everything inside of the machine started to fall out. Emmett, Jasper, Bella, Rosalie, and Alice started grabbing all of the drinks.

Because there was five of them, they got every single drink and ran to the car. Bella had the car keys. They'd wait in there for me and lock the doors.

I was about to make a run for it when I felt heavy hands on both of my shoulders. I turned to find two massive security guards and the owner of the bowling alley glaring at me. Evidently pissed. I would be too if some crazy lunatic went around breaking vending machine, stealing all of the pop inside of it while screaming like a mental case.

"You're going to pay for that son." The owner said. "Here's the bill for all of the damage."

I took the bill and stared at it in hopes of some of the zeros falling off of the large number. It didn't work. At least they didn't bill me for the stolen pop.

I suddenly got a bright idea. I ripped the bill to bits, threw it at the ground, stomped on the bits, and made a run for the door.

"HAHA BITCHES!" I yelled behind me.

"WE HAVE YOUR LICENSE PLATE, SON!" The owner yelled back at me.

"Shit." I mumbled. And continued to walk out with my head down.

Rule: Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.