A/N I am about twelve minutes away from being late posting right now.. Yay ! I'm such a procrastinator… Anyway, welcome to chappie 25. You are ¼ of the way there. Congrats! In this chappie Edward robs Abercrombie. Have fun.

I have decided that I will not be posting the replies to the reviews in the story anymore because it takes up a lot of space and Vera showed me a way I can reply via email. Except for anonymous reviewers in which case:

To Anon: Actually it was Dawn staking Renesmacrap, I need to fix that typo… Thanks! I need to do some research on Harmony first, tho.

Enjoy!

-CeleryRox

Edward Robs Abercrombie

I was beginning to wonder how far her patience could stretch. Willow and I were in Abercrombie.

Yes, Abercrombie.

"Oh, I think this one's a little cute, what do you think?" Cordelia asked, shoving a pink t-shirt with Abercrombie written in huge letters across the front in our faces I could see no difference between it and the numerous other t-shirts around her.

"Umm…"said Willow.

"You're right. Neckline too high. We'll keep looking."

I sighed and rested her head against the wall. We had been dragged all over the stupid mall to Aéropostale, Hollister, hot topic, Forever 21, and now Abercrombie. When Cordelia had called us to go shopping, we had thought it meant leisure time hanging out. So we had accepted the $20 dollar bribe she offered and didn't wonder why she needed to bribe them. It was assumed her friends were just busy, not that she needed slaves to carry her shopping bags and count the money.

"Hey. Look at this one!"

I sank down to a sitting position against the wall. This would be a while… at least I don't have homework.

All the girls around me gasped. Greeeeaat. Here comes Taylor Lautner.

"EVERYONE PUT DOWN THE MERCHANDISE AND NOBODY GETS SHOT!"

Taylor with a gun? Oh. It wasn't Taylor Lautner. Good.

The guy with the gun had poufy hair that stuck out in every possible direction. He probably had to use electric eals to pull that look off. He had red circles around his honey colored eyes, and his skin was tinted gray as if he had a five o'clock shadow on every part of his body. His shirt was gray, accompanied by jeans and… ballet flats. And he was holding a gun. That was kinda important at the time. I felt like cheering. Finally, someone to take care of the shopaholics…

There was a thud. Cordelia had dropped the twenty or so tops she was holding. Willow and I unceremoniously ditched her bags in the nearest trash receptacle.

"NOW SIT DOWN AND DON'T MOVE!" the gunner bellowed. We obeyed. He walked a couple paces to a rack and began pulling every piece of clothing of the hanger, examining it, and dumping them all in a pile.

"Hey… you do know that's the plus size rack…" called one of the cashier girls.

"Shuttup. Just in case Bells ever gets prego…" he stopped and laughed to himself. "As if that would happen…"

Shopping for his girl? Poor sap.

"And besides, these shirts make great nightshirts."

He means for her, right?

"If only they come in men sizes, that would be much easier," he smiled and nodded, "That's brilliance, I should make some calls…" and he kept sifting through the rack. Slowly.

After a couple of minutes, a middle aged woman (shopping for her daughter?) called out, "Hey, could you hurry up?"

"Shuttup."

Another voice joined in, "Yeah, I've got a date, ya know."

"Shuttup or I shoot you wid my pistol."

I looked closer at the pistol. Hey… was that a starter pistol?

"OOO… I feel pretty." He had put on a pink shirt two sizes too small. And that was definitely a starter pistol. Haha… This should be fun…

"Where do they keep the push up bras?" he was talking to the other cashier girl.

"Umm, I don't know, I just started working here." That voice was really familiar. What was… Xander.

"XANDER?"

"Don't look t me, I couldn't get a job anywhere else!"

So Xander was working at Abercrombie. But the day (night now) would get even weirder, because at that moment, Angel walked in.

"Angel? WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

He looked confused. "Why is everybody sitting down? Why are there a bunch of bags stuffed in the trash can? And… Who's that guy up at front in a girly shirt and ballet flats holding a scarlet push up bra and a starter pistol?"

"We're being robbed," I said calmly.

"Oh, okay then."

"Hi Angel!" Willow waved furiously. We're being robbed!"

"Hi."

The dude with the gun turned around and saw Angel. "Hey, you! Sit down!"

But a grin was slowly spreading across Angel's features. "I know you…" he grinned creepily.

"Sit down or I shoot you!"

Angel turned around and walked out the exit. He came back in with a… chainsaw?

"You never paid me back for that beer…" VROOM, VROOM, VROOOOM!

"BWAAAAA!" Edward threw the gun at him. But Angel kept coming with the spinny chain of death.

VRR-squelch! Blood and chunks of pulp were thrown all over he room as the chain bit down into his skull. Eventually, there was not even enough of the gunner to make a meatball out of. Finally, angel tossed the chainsaw behind him (hitting Xander in the head, causing him to pass out), grabbed Willow and I, and walked out the store. The other people shrugged and followed him out.

"Where's Cordelia?" Willow asked. I looked over and saw her walking out of Limited Too. "RUN!" We ran.

Later that night…

The shop had closed up, leaving the blood and guts of the gunner strewn throughout the store. The cashier girl had left in a hurry, and not paid attention to who was still there.

"Nnn…" Xander sat up and looked around. "Hello?" He stood up. Then the awful truth became known…

"HELP ME! I'M LOCKED IN ABERCROMBIE WITH THE GUTS OF A GAY ROBBR WHO WAS KILLED BY MY FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND SPRAYED ACROSS THE FLOOR! HEEEELP!"

A/N2: Poor Xander… Next chappie fri! Oh crap… four minutes! Yipe!

Edit: hahaha, LOL I literally posted this at 11:58. Whew!