So here's chapter three, more issues in the grocery store.
This is all the stuff I could picture Jake, Bella, Alice, and Rose doing in real life...
but what do you think?
Please read it, tell me what you like or don't like, and then let me know what you think the four of them would be like :) suggestions are very, very appreciated !

None of the characters belong to me, all Stephanie Meyer there :P
enjoy !

Bella disappeared amongst the grocery store crowds to search for her sausage hot dog ingredients without so much as a backward glance. I debated for a minute if I should follow her or not, but I figured I had done all I could for that particular challenge. She would find what she needed without my help.

I looked around trying to find somewhere else that I could be of help to my vampire "co-shoppers". Being as tall as I was I could practically see over the aisles anyway, so I simply raised myself slightly on to my tiptoes and I could see two aisles ahead of me. There I saw, two rows down from me, Rosalie and Alice with their heads bent together discussing a product that Alice held in her petite hands.

I walked over to them leisurely, not really worried about how fast I got there. "Well hello there! Funny meeting you here!" I said with sarcasm, popping my head in to their conversation.

Alice was like a statue, never moving. Clearly what she was looking at deserved her attention more than me. Rosalie peeled her head away from whatever they were holding, just to glare at me. Before I had time to process a comeback in return, or even readjust my facial expression to one of loathing, her eyes were back intently staring at the label of the product.

Wow, one thing I could always count on with the Cullens was a heartwarming welcome.

I didn't try to keep up the enthusiastic charade any longer. "Seriously, what are you looking at?" I asked in a serious monotone, almost bored voice.

When Alice, who both Rosalie and I expected to answer, remained silent, Rosalie sighed and responded, "Bella told us we needed snack food. Mostly a different variety of chips, pretzels, and popcorn. Apparently kids like that." She told me as if I was being informed on something I had no concept of.

I looked at them both for a few long moments. The one thing I did not understand was why there was such a large debate and so much concentration going into this simple matter. "Yeah, so? What's the big deal? Pick up some bags of chips and cheetos and move on." I answered with honest curiosity and confusion.

This time Alice replied quickly. "The big deal is that from looking at these nutrition facts and comparing them to our knowledge on nutrition, " she paused to glare at me before continuing, "which I can guarantee is larger than yours, it brings us to the conclusion that all these snack foods are not very healthy. Not at all. In fact, it's a shock parents allow children to consume these at all, based on their suggested food intake," Alice snapped.

I didn't seem to get her point. "Yeah..so?" I repeated.

"Are you too dense to understand, mutt?" Rosalie asked scathingly.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing to explain. I opened my eyes wide and spoke slowly, like how you talk to a five year old. "No, I'm not too dense to understand. I understand your point very well actually. Yeah, you're completely right, it's real unhealthy to eat this stuff. But that doesn't really matter. No one looks at the nutrition facts that carefully, and clearly eating it does no harm if you can control yourself. Besides, half the kids at this party will only have eaten this stuff at birthday parties because parents are too scared to give them anything for hyper purposes. So, it's kinda like a special birthday party treat. I bet you anything some of the kids coming to Nessie's party are more excited for the pop and the junk food than the actual party activities."

Alice gasped, and looked up at me with an expression of complete horror and disbelief. "This is so difficult," she mumbled angrily and at that she turned her attention back towards the shelves upon shelves of chip bags.

I was about to give a suggestion when Bella's breathless voice cut me off. I knew she wasn't actually breathless, but she looked like a human who had run around chasing a bewitched grocery cart all day. She held a packed grocery basket in each hand. "Alright, I got the ingredients for the main course. Which by the way Alice and Rose, is hot dogs made with cooked sausages and toasted buns. It was Jake's idea," she said and looked at me with a loving, proud smile. "I picked up a couple ingredients for some salad and I got the drinks too. Now what are we working on?" Bella asked pleasantly.

"We're trying to find these damn chips that you want," Alice grumbled. "It's disgusting these people even let their children eat this stuff, but whatever!" She threw her hands in the air and shook her head violently while she said whatever. Alice definitely was frustrated with this whole junk food concept, I thought.

Bella's happy mood seemed to entirely vanish at Alice's words. "Oh no! Do you think we should not get it?" Bella asked frightened. She looked from Rosalie, to Alice, to me and back, searching for an answer.

I let out a low breath. This was really getting exhausting.

Bella seemed to take my reaction as a no, and she asked quickly, "No, we can't cut out the snack foods! No, you're right. You're completely right."

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

But then her eyes went wide again and her mouth popped open slightly. "But all the parents will be watching closely, judging. They already think I'm some teenager who got pregnant by accident. They probably think I'm," she whispered hesitantly, "a slut or something. So, does chips say that I'm careless? A bad parent? Maybe I should get some fruit," she pleaded to me for an answer.

Oh, now this was getting ridiculous. "I thought everyone thought that you were Ness' aunt or something?" I exclaimed slowly and suspiciously.

"Still..." Bella muttered guiltily.

I shook my head, and grasped her shoulder's gently. I stared directly in her eye and said exasperated, "No body will be judging you. And besides, if they do, they will not be worried about your snack food choices. You're creating your own problems Bells!"

She nodded a little and cocked her head left, she looked like she was thinking hard to herself. "Yeah I know. You're totally right. But... I mean, fruit can't hurt can it?" Her face was now smiling and her eyebrows were raised, waiting for me to give her an answer. She looked like a child asking for a toy after saying pretty, pretty please.

I sighed loudly and let my arms drop in defeat. "I'll come get the fruit with you!" Alice said from behind me.

Bella's expression lit up and together they turned from me and Rosalie and walked merrily out of the aisle. Alice called to us without turning around, "Rose! You can do the chips and all that stuff." She sounded very relieved, and yet annoyed. Even after she reached the end of the snack food row, I could her her muttering about "no good snack foods...so bad" and such.

I watched them until they were out of sight, and then felt kind of useless. I turned around and found Rosalie just staring at me.

Her full, too perfect lips were pursed and her eyes were tight. We stared at each other awkwardly, until I couldn't stand it anymore and directed my gaze to the floor.

"Um..." I began at the same time she started to say, "Let's..."

We both fell silent again, and looked awkwardly at each other once more. I sucked in a long, hissing breath and shifted my sight to the ceiling.

Finally, Rosalie spoke. Fast and annoyed, like she just wanted to get this over with. Something that we agreed on. "So, are you going to help me with this or not, oh wise one?" She asked accusingly.

Would it be really lame for me to just walk away now, I asked myself. Yes, yes it would.

"You lead the way," I said hesitantly. And with a final glare at each other we turned to the selection of junk food. I was really starting to regret coming now.