Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Author's Note: Woot! We broke 11,000 hits! THANK YOU! :D

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Carlisle grumbled as he heard a banging at the front door. He was miserable on this particular day because he had to tell twenty-two people that they had a severe case of acne.

"Edward?" Carlisle called from the living room. "Can you get the door?"

"Why do you tell me to do everything you don't want to?" Edward sighed as he walked past Carlisle.

"Because you're my son and I love you."

"Fine, whatever." Edward reached the door and opened it, revealing a boy who was wearing a blue uniform with patches positioned strategically on the uniform. His buttoned down shirt was tucked into his pleated blue pants, which were held up by a black belt that had some kind of symbol on it. Along with the shirt and pants, he wore a blue hat and a kerchief around his neck.

"Umm…hello, sir." The boy greeted. "Would you like to buy some popcorn to support the Boy Scouts of America?"

As Edward listened to the voice speak, he realized it was-"Jake, what the heck are doing?"

Jake looked up at him. "Selling popcorn, what does it look like?"

"No, why the heck are you dressed so stupid? And why in the world did you come here? We can't eat. Nor do we like you enough to buy your popcorn."

"First, my dad made me become a Boy Scout. And two, I really don't know anyone else outside La Push besides you and Bella. And she's allergic to popcorn."

"Wait. Don't Boy Scouts have like ranks?" Jake nodded. "Out of curiosity, what rank are you?"

"Wolf cub…duh." Jake smacked his own head to show Edward how stupid he was being. "Seriously, you are so stupid, what does Bella see in you?"

"Ummm…apparently more than she sees in you, pup."

"Hey, stop with the puppy cracks. I haven't even called you a parasite today."

"So, are you going to leave or do I have to get Emmett to drag you away?" Edward crossed his arms.

"Please, Edward." Jake fell to his knees and was begging. "You have to buy my popcorn…My dad says I can't sleep in the house tonight if I haven't sold any. And Sam-"

"Sam? What does he have to do with this?"

"He's our pack leader, both in scouts and in wolves. Please, Edward. I'll be eternally grateful, and since we are both going to live for an eternity, that's like forever."

"Jake, that is forever." Jake gave him the puppy eyes and whimpered softly. "Fine, Jake. How much do I owe you?"

"Seven thousand dollars." He replied, still kneeling on the ground.

"WHAT?" Edward was surprised. "I'm only buying one box."

"I know, but prices are rising and inflation sucks, and popcorn is in high demand because of movie theaters. So-"

"Just shut-up and leave." Edward shoved Jake away without paying.

Jake whimpered again. "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" Jake began to cry like a wolf cub.

"Stop crying, Jake. I think you've cried the last like five times I've seen you. I thought the Boy Scout motto was 'Be prepared.'? You should be prepared for my hatred of you before you arrive."