A/N: Hey everyone!! I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry. School has been hectic. Senior year is harsh. Please don't come after me with pitchforks and torches. Thanks for all the great reviews. I hope to have one hundred by the end of this story so please help me with my goal. And again I am so so so so sorry.

Author -on the phone- : Hey, Kitty! Can you come over and help me? Edward and Emmett are threatening me.

Kitty: They're there!! I want their autographs. Keep them there! -click-

Author -frowning- : Dang it! -looks at Edward and Emmett-

-knocking on the door-

Author -answers the door- : Umm. Hello?

Jasper: WHY THE HECK AM I A BUTLER!?!?

Author : Your not. I don't own the Twilight series!

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He held out his arm for me to take. "We should head down now. Edward's becoming impatient."

"You can feel that from here?"

"No, I just know Edward." He laughed and I did too. I took his arm as he led me down the stairs at a human pace.

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By the time we actually got to the grocery store, it was actually noon. The six of us walked in the store, Jasper had come with us, and I decided to start with the fresh produce. I grabbed a cart and headed in that direction. Jasper tried to take the cart from me.

I frowned. "No thank you Jasper." I said. He tried again. This time I shot a look at Edward, "CUT UT OUT RIGHT NOW!" I hissed.

Thankfully he listened, "Let her be Jasper." Jasper was mainly supposed to help me out, but Edward had the final say in orders. I guess that was so I wouldn't let Jasper go free. On our ride here, I learned their betting rules. At the beginning each would say what they would give up if they lost. After that, each would say what the losers would have to do for them. I thought it was quite unfair to the losers but my complaints were ignored.

I decided to get a few peaches for this weekend, only two or three. I picked up a few and began to squeeze them. After about five rotten ones, I finally found a good one. I looked up to find a bag and noticed the Cullens just staring at me. The looks on their faces were hilarious. I almost started laughing. Almost.

I could see the question burning in Emmett's eyes and decided to help him out. "Yes, Emmett?" I asked raising my eyebrows on the edge of laughter.

"Why did you squeeze them?" I couldn't hold it back anymore. I outright laughed. I heard Jasper start to giggle but I was sure it was because he felt my laughter not because he found it funny.

After a few minutes I began to clam down. The Cullens were still staring at me. I was almost positive they were questioning my mental health. Finally I managed to answer, "I'm making sure the peach is ripe." I giggled at the end. "If it's soft that means it's good to eat, but if it's hard it needs more time, and if it's too soft it's starting to rot."

I found the bags, grabbed one, and put the peach inside it. I found two more then tied the bag. I had decided to also get a salad in a bag. After that I headed to the meat and poultry section. I was trying to decide whether to get steaks or chicken. I looked at the selection the store had. There were plenty of steaks but they didn't look good, so I went with the chicken.

I got one pack of chicken legs with eight pieces. As I turned around I noticed all the Cullens had their noses wrinkled. "What is it now?"

This time Jasper responded. "Ugh. That smells terrible." I started laughing again. This was like school, field trip style. I was the teacher and they were my students. For once, I was better than Edward at something.

As this thought crossed my mind, I accidentally yelled, "Yes!" really loud.

Jasper said, "Bella, why are you triumphant and proud."

"Because" I responded, quieter this time, "I'm better than Edward at something." I was grinning idiotically but I didn't care. I decided to answer Jasper's unasked question. "The chicken smells bad to me to but only because it hasn't been cooked. But I guess the blood smells old to you."

That reminded me of something. "How are you holding up Jasper?" I should not have said anything. I should have left well enough alone.

"Fine," he responded smiling. Then it happened. I tripped and hit the corner of a shelf with my hand. I felt a searing pain in my hand and I froze. All the Cullens stiffened. I along with everyone else looked at Jasper. His eyes were almost pitch black.

A/N 2: Again I'm so sorry for the delay. This isn't my favorite chapter, and I'm sorry it's so short. I wanted to end on a cliffy to encourage me to write and you all to continue reading. Please, please review.