AN: OML, I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday. My computer broke! This happens a lot. I'm just going to warn you. I'm usually at least able to get on though...but yesterday I couldn't.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and I do not profit from this fanfiction in any monetary way.
Rosalie POV
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"Would you like to buy some batteries?"
Alice just stared at the worker. The worker stared back.
Weird...
"What are batteries?" Alice finally asked after what could have been hours. I was so annoyed that I was trying to remain from hitting her over the head with a shopping cart. Patience was not something that came easily to me.
"Batteries help you power things!" the worker exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.
"Like my urge to dance?" Alice shrieked.
"YES!"
They began to sing the Spanish words that no one but them knows of the famous Macerana song.
" Heeeeeey, Macarena."
The crowd echoed with the scream part.
"What is with people doing the Macarena?" Of course, everyone ignored me, instead choosing to continue dancing.
"Move on!" I yelled at a mother who was staring, holding her open mouthed daughter. "She has tarantism. It's rude to stare."
"I'm blinded!" the woman screamed, running from the store with her kid right behind her.
"You shouldn't have stared." A perfect example of why people should listen to me.
"It was the war of wars. The guns shot things. The canons shot things. Heck, even the knives shot things. I had this horse. Bucky, you see? He tried to..." Jasper went on, preaching his tales of war to a listening crowd that was growing by the minute.
I walked over to a wall and started to bang my head on it, leaving a pretty big dent. "What is wrong with you people?"
"Heeeeeey, Macarena."
"AHHHHHAA!"
AN: Tarantism is a disease in which you have a sudden urge to dance. Sometimes it's said that these urges appear often when the person is distressed/stressed. IDK. I figured if Alice was confused it might spark an urge...but it is Alice...she doesn't really need an excuse.