The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #14

Pen Name: maxandmo

Pairing/Character(s): ExB

Rating: M

Word Count: 482

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I'm done! I'm done! Happy freaking Thanksgiving! Sorry, but Timber is stuck in my head, and probably after reading this, it will be stuck in yours too!

"Al-ice," I whined. "Can't you just download the fucking album like a normal person? I want to get to McCarty's party. I'm supposed to meet Edward tonight."

"Chill the fuck out, Bell-a," Alice sing-songed. "You know McCarty's parties don't get going until later, and you know Edward never shows up early. You also know that my cousin Embry collects this shit and since I drew his name this year, it's my responsibility as his favorite cousin to get him something he wants."

"Whatevs. I'll just chill out here." I watched Alice head into the vintage record/clothing/head shop while I sat on the bench outside. I popped in my ear buds, hit shuffle and leaned my head back, humming to the music.

Alice was taking forever and chillin' was starting to turn into chilly, so I walked into the store to get warm. I spotted Alice looking through racks of hippie dresses.

"Dude, let's roll. I'm getting hungry. Wait, where's the fucking album you came here to get?"

"Bella," she whispered, which was totally unlike her, "I met the cutest guy who happens to work here. He told me that they're out of the one I was looking for but his friend was planning on dropping a shipment off within the hour. So I figured we could wait and if I happened to find a dress or three even better."

"So…you were just going to leave my ass waiting outside?"

"Bella, chill. You'll totes understand once you see Jasper."

I browsed the store and was growing more bored by the second. This wasn't my scene. At. All. I popped my buds back in and stuck close to Alice. I was doing everything I could to hold in my laughter for she was staring at this Jasper dude like he hung the moon.

He was sort of cute in a hipster/grungy way. Alice suddenly stopped walking, and I ran right into the back of her.

"Alice, what the hell?" I shouted.

Alice shushed me, which was just no, so I did what any pissed off friend would do, I attempted to embarrass her.

"It's going down, I'm yelling timber, you better move, you better dance. Let's make a night, you won't remember; I'll be the one, you won't forget," I sang loudly. I even started bobbing my head and flailing around to the chorus.

Alice moved out of my way and standing right in front of me was Edward holding a stack of albums. The smile on his face would have been priceless if it was put there by anything other than my horrific singing. Bad enough that I was belting out Ke$ha at the top of my lungs, worse that I'd been dancing around like I was having a seizure.

I buried my face in the pile of hippie dresses Alice was holding and muttered, "Sup?"

Gah! I was such a fucking moron.