Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 3, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-03/)

Word Prompt: Elementary

Idea Completion: What is the first thing your imagination sees when reading the phrase "finger foods"? Paint the scene with words.

Creative Original or Derivative:Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): T (sexual references)

Genre: Romance/Comedy

"Okay. Bella, Bella, Bella..." Emmett said in a menacing tone, narrowing his eyes at me.

It was lunchtime at William Ocean High, Rochester, New York. After my transformation, the Volturi battle, and my surprisingly easy first new-born years, the whole family had decided we had to move away from Forks for a fresh start. My newborn years were spent perfecting my control, raising Renesmee, and fulfilling my desire for Edward. We had then moved to Rochester. It was the Cullens third time here. Apart from Forks, it was the best place for vampires to live.

"Your dare, should you choose to accept it is..."

The eight of us were playing truth or dare. Since Renesmee had grown into a beautiful, but unchanging young woman, it was safe for her to join Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward and I in the monotonous ritual of high school. Of course, Jacob joined us too; his imprinting on Renesmee caused him pain if he wasn't with her at all times.

"You have to eat this pottle of Strawberry flavoured ice cream," Emmett finished with a mean chuckle.

I wrinkled my nose. Ew. Once upon a time, I would have been delighted to eat ice cream, but now it smelled and tasted like dirt. It didn't appeal to me in any way. Making people eat anything that didn't contain blood was one of Emmett's favourite pastimes.

I sat up straighter and prepared for torture. At these "truth and dare" times, Edward didn't seem to care about what happened to me, he just cheered along and practically shoved the ice cream into my face.

I decided to pay him back for his betraying me, so I seductively dipped my finger in the cream and brought my hand up to my mouth. I expanded my shield to include him, and keeping Edward's eyes on mine, I brought my tongue out and flicked my finger to get some of the ice cream off. At the same time, I thought of a particular part of Edward's anatomy I could be giving the same treatment.

I heard a simultaneous groan and growl come out of Edward. I looked down at his lap, and saw the familiar bulge in his pants forming. I smiled cruelly.

"Err... Bella, can we keep this to a PG level, please?"

I turned to see an uncomfortable Jacob who had an arm over Renesmee's eyes, shielding her from my performance. I could almost see her rolling her eyes. It was great how Jacob was no longer lusting after me, but instead protecting and loving Renesmee. I smiled at his behaviour.

"Sure, Jake, you can let her go now."

Jacob deliberated and slowly lowered his arm, keeping his eyes on me. I almost felt the need to roll my eyes. Renesmee had seen more in her short lifetime than many people would ever want to ever see. She had unknowingly and unwillingly walked in on a few too many couples doing the deed, embarrassingly most of those times it was Edward and me who were found in the uncompromising positions.

Without looking at the pottle of ice cream, I chucked my head back and forced the ice cream into my system, just as if I was having a shot of alcohol. I winced at the disgusting gooey texture of it sliding down my throat.

I glanced back at Emmett, who was staring at me, wide-eyed, with something – awe? – on his face. When he saw I was looking, however, he neutralised his expression and clapped calmly.

Channelling my inner James Bond, I said, "So, Emmett. You're mission, should you choose to accept it is... eat every anchovy on this slice of pizza."

He groaned. We all knew that every animal that came from the sea was horrible to eat, or even worse, to drink from when we were thirsty. I wickedly smiled at him and raised an eyebrow, daring him to back out.

He took in the look on my face and dove for the pizza, picking all the anchovies off as fast as he could without it looking suspicious to the surrounding humans. He collected them in the palm of his hand, and like I had earlier, chucked his head back and swallowed the fish without chewing. I could only imagine what his breath would smell like if bits of anchovy were stuck in his teeth.

A quiet chuckle came from Edward, almost like he was hearing my thoughts – Oh! He could, I hadn't retracted my shield yet. I let the rubber band – as I'd affectionately named it – go, and Edward pouted at me. He loved being able to hear my thoughts, now that it was possible.

Emmett cleared his throat and shot Jake a look, "Okay, Jacob, I dare you to eat this Mars bar". He dangled the offending block in front of Jacob's face. I fought off the impulse to laugh; did eating anchovies make you dense? Emmett must have forgotten that some people on this table actually eat human food. I looked around the table suspiciously; everyone except Alice, Emmett and Jake had poker faces on. Alice was doing a bad job at trying not to laugh; she must have seen the outcome of this.

Jake snatched the chocolate bar and ripped the plastic off, biting half the bar off and chewing slowly.

"Oh, so good, I love chocolate," Jake grinned at Emmett, crums hitting the table.

Everyone looked at Emmett, who, a second too late, switched his unbelieving expression into a dismal one. He groaned and muttered various insults, while Jake ate the second half of the Mars bar, smiling ridiculously the whole time.

"That's my man," Renesmee said appreciatively, and went in to kiss Jake on the lips. Their relationship was fairly new; about a half a year ago Jake had confessed his feelings and the whole imprinting saga to her. Renesmee was amazed for about point two of a second, before crushing her lips to his. It was an interesting start to their long romantic camaraderie.

Edward stiffened, probably hearing their thoughts. He had never been comfortable about the fact that a wolf was dating his daughter. Whenever I looked at them, I only saw young love. Love that was as strong as everybody else's at this table.

The bell rang, saving anyone from eating any more human food. We moved off to our respective classes. Us being vampires and all, with perfect GPAs and stunning looks – if I may say so myself – were able to con teachers into what we wanted fairly easy, which meant that everyone was always in a class with their other half.

Edward swooped down to kiss me, but a fraction of a second after touching my lips, he pulled back swiftly.

"I thought you liked my strawberry smell, Eddie?" I teased him, squeezing him around the waist. He hated that nickname.

"Only when your hair smelled like that," he replied, "your mouth actually tastes like the horrible stuff."

I feigned horror, "so, am I correct in saying that I shouldn't ever put anything in my mouth?"

"I can think of only one exception," he winked at me. Surveying the now empty hallway, he promptly tossed me over his shoulder and ran outside, to the Volvo.

This time round, high school was going to be a whole lot more fun.

Funnily enough, (and I know I am not the only one who think this) when I hear or read the phrase "finger foods" I think of sex. I am just one messed up, brainwashed person. This honestly wasn't going to be this long – it kind of grew into a short story, and I had to have a good ending.