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Rosalie scanned over the selection of chips and salted snack foods, squinting her eyes as if carefully reading, really understanding what it all meant and how it affected our decision.

She didn't have a clue.

I watched her with my eyebrows raised in a taunting, sarcastic way and my smile crooked up to one side. She glanced backwards at me, and when she saw my expression she seemed to give up on pretending to "get" everything. Slowly, she reached out her delicate arm to the nearest bag of chips, which happened to be Blue Cheese and Barbeque flavored potato chips. You know, that weird kind some adults seem to enjoy.

I snickered quietly, but enough for her to turn her head to me. She nodded her head left to right, with an expression asking of approval and annoyance on her perfect features. I simply scrunched my nose and brought my lips to the side, while I looked up to the ceiling as if pondering. When I heard her sigh dramatically, I looked back at her again and shook my head.

She brought her hand to the bags beside it, resting upon something called "Uncle Kracker's Sodium Free, No-Artificial Flavored Organic Potato Chips". For a second even I couldn't keep up my sarcastic, smug act and had to curl my lips in disgust. If you were going to eat crap, you had to eat all out. None of this in the middle junk.

"Oh God no!" I exclaimed and flamboyantly wave crossed my arms out in front of me numerous times. Rosalie's expression remained poised, but her lip wrinkled up just a bit and her eyes blazed. I could tell I was really getting under her skin.

It was great.

Finally I stopped and held my hands in front of me, signaling for her to continue. Rather than completely turn around this time, she just stretched her arm out to touch the next bag of popcorn. She kept her eyes locked on mine, and she smiled defiantly with her eyebrows raised and tight. Her face was a mix between, "Does this please you, oh great alpha" and "If you don't speed the hell up I will rip that smug smile of your face for good".

I spent a second focusing on keeping my laugh in and my expression serious before I looked clearly at the bag she had her finger resting on. The front of the bag read, "Jalepeno Popcorn. This Stuff is HOT!" I pulled my head back and raised my eyebrows this time in disbelief. I chuckled and shook my head slowly from left to right.

Rosalie's sarcastically calm charade was slipping. Her lip curled up completely and her smile was wiped clean off her face. She didn't make any motion to pick another bag. Instead she turned her whole body towards me and snarled only loud enough for me to hear. I knew she was telling me that the jokes were over now.

I looked up at the ceiling pretending to think again, and I debated to continue messing with her mind some more. But I had to take into consideration, that she was a vampire and we were in an area literally filled with blood flowing humans. I flicked a quick look at her eyes, and I noticed they were closer to dark brown than gold. Despite my feelings for the Cullens, I still was cautious with them.

Finally I sighed, and looked at her. Smiling, I did a quick look over at the selection, and I pointed to a bag of classic Doritos. She never took her eyes off of me, but her hand followed my directions and she landed on the bag quickly. She turned her head in question, and I replied with a wink.

She took a long, low breath that shook her shoulders. Her hands grabbed the bag so quickly, I knew something was bound to go wrong. In the same second that her fingers made contact with the plastic, there was a small pop sound and we both knew the bag would not handle Rosalie's anger. My hand instinctively covered my open mouth as the bag of Doritos burst open. Dozens of tiny chip pieces sprawled everywhere, including Rosalie's golden waves.

I dropped my hand when I finally managed to shut my gapping mouth, and just looked a her with wide eyes, fighting to hide my hysteria.

Rosalie didn't seem to be able to meet my eyes. She fingered a piece of chip in her hair, only to have it crumble into a million more tiny crumbs. She closed her eyes and curled her hand into a fist. When she opened them, moments later, she stared to the ground, taking in her mess.

"Mother FUU..." she began to explode. I would have let her continue, for my shear amusement, but just in time did I notice our audience.

Two small, blond children were standing still as statues in front of a grocery cart. A middle aged women whom seemed to be trying to ignore us, just couldn't look away longer as she stared at us with large, accusing eyes. The girl who looked about seven had her mouth hanging open, and her eyes were shocked but at the same time marveling. Probably thinking Cinderella had just done a bad deed, every seven year old girl's worst nightmare. I shuddered at the thought of kids in wonderment of Rosalie. I also choked a laugh just a little bit.

In the nick of time I managed to clear my throat, luckily distracting Rosalie for just long enough. Mid-word she glanced my way, to which I smiled widely, and then shifted her gaze towards the small family.

"FUU...DDdggge." She cleared her throat slightly, too, before whispering, "Fudge."

Everyone seemed to be staring at someone else for a period of time. I was looking expectantly at the mother, while the kids stared at Rosalie, as Rosalie's glare bored into my face.

I was enjoying Rosalie's utter surprise and lack of ability to fix the problem, as well as the families variation of expression. But not only did Rosalie look quite ready to kill me, as well as the little family, it was also getting a bit awkward. So I decided to wrap it up.

"Well, I guess we gotta clean this up, right?" I said with lots of fake enthusiasm, and a large, smug smile. I opened my hands wide in front of me, and turned from the family to Rosalie. My presence seemed to snap out the mother, who immediately pushed the grocery cart forward in front of the dazed children, and muttered a barely audible "Come on" to the two young kids. They were out of sight in a matter of seconds.

I laughed a throaty laugh before I gave Rosalie a sad smile. "Oh man Rose! Anger management still not helping?" She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists deeper.

"Don't worry, it'll come" I added with a final wink. "Now you clean this mess up, pick up another bag...GENTLY," I warned dramatically, "and come meet me and the others. I'm going to find Alice and Bella, they'll have a hoot when I tell them this!"

Rosalie's face was tight, but she decided better than to challenge me in the midst of her embarrassment. She dropped gracefully to the ground, and with a face of disgust began scooping all the fallen chips swiftly.

I was completely turned around, when I hollered just for Rosalie's torture, "A HOOT! They'll have a hoot I tell you!" I laughed to myself, but I knew Rosalie could her.

At first she didn't say anything, but when I reached the end of the aisle she hissed menacingly, only loud enough for me to hear, "I hate you."

I paused for a second, but didn't turn around. "Ah, what else is new?"

And I continued with my smug, easy walk towards the fruit section with a much brighter outlook on the day.