Mango and I both came up with this idea together, but I'm writing it. ;)

Things to know: Around New Moon/Eclipse, third pov, one person dies. Enjoy!

How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Center of a Tootsie Pop?

"........Poke................poke poke...............poke.....poke poke poke...........poke poke........poke...........poke poke..............p---"

"What the hell is your problem?!" Embry yelled at Bella, shaking with fury.

Bella withdrew her straw with a smile. "I'm poking you, obviously." The 'duh' was implied.

Embry glared at her with pure hatred, sitting back down to finish the game. "I'm trying to watch the game. I missed it yesterday. I've been careful not to listen to any of the other guys so I don't know who wins yet." He explained to Bella.

"....................poke."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"Embry exploded into a wolf with gray fur and dark spots on his back. Bella stepped away from the rubble around him.

"Yes!" She power punched the air. "Fourteen pokes to get to the middle! Whoo! Wait," she paused, recounting the number of pokes. "Would you count that thirteenth one? You kinda interrupted me there." She asked the wolf beside her.

He didn't respond, taking deep breathes to calm himself. Bella pulled out a handheld notebook and wrote down a number. "We'll just count it..." She mumbled, walking out of the room. "Oh by the way, go Mariners! Whoo!" She called over her shoulder.

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"Poke.......poke poke poke...............poke poke........poke poke poke poke...........poke.......poke poke........poke poke............poke.......poke...." Bella continually poked Paul. "Why won't you phase?" She whined.

Paul looked down at Bella with a serene grin from his Vrksasana (tree pose). "I've been taking yoga classes. I have learned to harness my anger and control it. What once dominated my life, will dominate no longer." He said very calm-like, taking in a cleansing breath.

Bella glared at her straw. "It must be broken...." she growled, tossing it behind her. "Now this one will work," she was positive as she took another straw out. "Poke...poke...poke...poke...poke...poke...poke...poke...poke..."

"Just give up, Isabella. I don't get angry over petty things like straws."

Bella stood up walking away. "Stupid mutt. He probably can't even phase....idiot."

"What did you just say to me?!" Paul morphed into a dark grey wolf, panting with built-up rage.

Bella's mouth hung open. "Ohhhh....." she looked down at her straw. "De-lay-ed...re-ac-tion..." she spoke slowly as she wrote it down. "Paul...took...twenty-six...pokes." She punched Paul's shoulder. "Thanks man. Hey, good luck with that anger harnessing."

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"Poke...poke...poke poke...poke poke...poke................poke.....poke.......poke poke poke........poke...."

Jared was tensed and holding his breath. "Bella, please stop." He said calmly.

"But I want to....poke," she poked him again, "you."

"Please, Bella. I beg you to stop that." Jared was starting to shake.

"Aww, but...poking...is so much...poke....fun!" She continued to poke him. "Poke."

POOF!

Jared was now a wolf, barring his teeth at Bella. "Oooh sixteen, wow, Jared. So far you're in second behind Embry." She walked away from him to find the next werewolf she could poke.

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"Leah!" Bella called excitedly.

Leah glared at Bella with her usual hatred.

Bella secretly pulled her straw out, ready to poke her when---

POOF!

Bella jumped back, unexpectedly. "Heeeey! I didn't even start yet!" She yelled at Leah.

Leah growled at her menecingly. Bella ran out of the forest towards home before Leah could attack her.

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Emmett was waiting for Bella on the couch. "How many pokes did it take to get to the center of a werewolf?" He asked.

Bella pulled her notebook out and sat down. "I did Seth first, he took way over a hundred. I lost count."

Emmett laughed. "That dude is too happy."

"Next I did Quil, he took 34 pokes which is understandable because he just got back from Claire's house so he was pretty elated. Embry was easy, he exploded after the fourteenth poke."

Emmett pouted. "Damn, you win with him. I thought he'd be harder."

Bella continued. "Now Paul....you guessed it would take about three pokes, correct?" Emmett nodded. "Well, today was a bad day."

"You mean he morphed in less than three?!"

Bella chuckled. "No. He took two straws and twenty-six pokes." She frowned with Emmett, hoping to have gotten a better reaction from Paul.

"Okay, what about Leah?" Emmett asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Bella stayed silent.

"Come on! 5....7....3?! What was her number?!" Emmett couldn't contain himself.

"Well, Leah doesn't like me too much so....I couldn't even get close enough to poke her before she phased." Bella explained.

Emmett sighed. "Well......I'll just have to try." He said, grabbing Bella's straw and walking outside.

Bella listened at the front door.

"Hey Leah! Po---AAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!" Emmett's screams were cut off by a ripping sound.

Bella moved back to the couch. "I'll put her down for one." She wrote in the book.

Hahaha! I loved this one! I hope you like it, Mango!