I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR THE RECIPE

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EPOV

I can't believe how beautiful she is and her voice is like angels' bells. After all I've been through all I can think about is this girl that obviously would never have anything to do with me. I'm nothing more than a free loading bum, a weird free loading bum at that.

But the way she looked at me, her eyes were saying something but I just couldn't place what it was. Bella her name tag said it fit her perfectly. Beautiful, that's what she is. I can't believe I'm thinking about her this way especially since I just meet her.

"Man that blond with that group over there has some nice legs." Ugh how I hate to hear the thoughts of men.

That's the weird thing about me, I can kind of read peoples minds'; that is with the exception of that waitress Bella. I wonder why that is. Of course I didn't tell this coven, "vampires" as they like to think, that I can read their minds. That sort of thing makes people shy away from me, and could give me a possible trip to the psych ward; although, they're the ones that call themselves vampires.

She's coming back with my order now and I think she's trying not to breathe because she is very rigid. Weird

BPOV

It was hard not breathing around that bronze haired human, but I couldn't attack him; that would just be wrong.

"Shish ca bobs I thought they would never leave." I thought to myself as they finally left, with all my work already finished I locked the back door and left.

As I headed home I couldn't help but keep thinking of Edward. How could some innocent naive child get the best of me? I am so much better than that.

(Next day)

"Oh great were working with fondant today" I said under my breath. I was here in class and teacher probably thought "Hey let's torture Bella". I hate fondant, it is one of the only things I can't do perfectly. As I started rolling out the fondant the door opened and in walked Edward.

What is he doing here? I wanted to screech, but I didn't, thank cheesecake

He walked straight up to Mr. Roberts and asked where he should sit.

And guess where he sits,

Right

Next

To

ME

Great just peachy freakin' chicken great, not. But I refuse to let him get the best of me and I'm going to win that trip to Rome. I just can't breath around him. Oh how a lovely day.

AN: HEY FOLK HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY. ANY WHO JUST WANTED TO SAY FOR SOME OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW; I'M TAKING THIS STORY OVER FOR A FRIEND OF MINE AND THE FIRST EIGHT CHAPTERS ARE HER WORK, I ADD SOME OF MY HUMOR IN THE MIX. SO FOLKS REVIEW

Recipe of the day

Corn Beef and Cabbage by Karen Waters

1 medium onion, cut into wedges

4 medium potatoes, peeled and quartered

1 pound baby carrots

3 cups water

3 garlic cloves, minced

1 bay leaf

2 tablespoons sugar

2 tablespoons cider vinegar

1/2 teaspoon pepper

1 (3 pound) corned beef brisket with spice packet, cut in half

1 small head cabbage, cut into wedges

DIRECTIONS

Place the onion, potatoes and carrots in a 5-qt. slow cooker. Combine water, garlic, bay leaf, sugar, vinegar, pepper and contents of spice packet; pour over vegetables. Top with brisket and cabbage. Cover and cook on low for 8-9 hours or until meat and vegetables are tender. Remove bay leaf before serving.

I LOVE ST. PATTY'S DAY AND MY CORN BEEF

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