The Apple Allergy Dilemma
Title: The Apple Allergy Dilemma
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: mild Jacob/Bella
Rating: G
Word Count: 386
Summary: The boys want to bob for apples at their Halloween party, but Jared is allergic. A solution must be found. Will Bella save the day - and possibly develop a sense of humor?
Author's Notes: Whee, theair_thesun's challenge this month is Halloween! Thus, some crack. Originally posted here.
The Apple Allergy Dilemma
“Bad news,” says Jacob, his face a mask of seriousness. “Jared’s allergic to apples.”
At least, Bella thinks it’s a mask. But neither he nor any of the others are laughing. Most, actually, look less somber, and more horrified. Collin and Brady seem on the verge of tears. She’s gotten better at picking up on when everyone’s joking, now, but this is one of those times when she’s not sure.
Mostly, she just hopes they’re joking.
“This is preposterous!” cries Seth.
“It’s a Halloween party,” Quil whines. “You can’t have a Halloween party without being able to bob for apples. That’s just -”
“Preposterous,” Seth supplies.
“Sick,” Quil agrees.
“What kind of person even has an apple allergy?” Paul demands.
Jacob clears his throat. “Guys, seriously! It’s okay. All we have to do is think of something else to bob for - something people aren’t allergic to -”
“And by people, you mean Jared,” Jared mutters.
The others ignore him.
“How about bread?” cries someone.
“Apples!” cries another.
“No, stupid!” shouts a third.
“Very small rocks!” cries a fourth.
(There is a great uproar when Leah, who has been watching the proceedings with about as much disbelief as Bella, rolls her eyes and drily brings up the subject of ducks - though a near riot occurs at the suggestion of letting a freshly-baked batch of Emily’s muffins fester in a dirty barrel of water.
“SACRILEGE!” Embry screeches, shocking everyone.)
Bella sighs, and shoots a look at Jacob - who seems a bit dejected about losing the chance to mention cider or great gravy.
“Oh, hey,” says Seth, noticing her glance. “I think Bella has an idea.”
The night of the party, a group of dumbfounded-looking werewolves gather around a small barrel, wordlessly staring at its contents.
“That’s actually kind of insulting,” says Leah, not looking insulted at all.
“They’re not even edible,” Collin whines.
“At least they’re buoyant,” Sam remarks.
“Yeah,” says Embry, “but ‘Bobbing for Squeaky Toys’ doesn’t really have a great ring to it, does it?”
They regard the mixture of multicolored bones, balls, and plastic steaks, all floating blissfully around in the barrel. Everyone is silent.
Then -
“Bella has a sense of humor!” Jared exclaims in shock. Jacob tackles him.
When Quil moves to give her a high-five, Bella smiles and meets him halfway.
Boys.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: mild Jacob/Bella
Rating: G
Word Count: 386
Summary: The boys want to bob for apples at their Halloween party, but Jared is allergic. A solution must be found. Will Bella save the day - and possibly develop a sense of humor?
Author's Notes: Whee, theair_thesun's challenge this month is Halloween! Thus, some crack. Originally posted here.
The Apple Allergy Dilemma
“Bad news,” says Jacob, his face a mask of seriousness. “Jared’s allergic to apples.”
At least, Bella thinks it’s a mask. But neither he nor any of the others are laughing. Most, actually, look less somber, and more horrified. Collin and Brady seem on the verge of tears. She’s gotten better at picking up on when everyone’s joking, now, but this is one of those times when she’s not sure.
Mostly, she just hopes they’re joking.
“This is preposterous!” cries Seth.
“It’s a Halloween party,” Quil whines. “You can’t have a Halloween party without being able to bob for apples. That’s just -”
“Preposterous,” Seth supplies.
“Sick,” Quil agrees.
“What kind of person even has an apple allergy?” Paul demands.
Jacob clears his throat. “Guys, seriously! It’s okay. All we have to do is think of something else to bob for - something people aren’t allergic to -”
“And by people, you mean Jared,” Jared mutters.
The others ignore him.
“How about bread?” cries someone.
“Apples!” cries another.
“No, stupid!” shouts a third.
“Very small rocks!” cries a fourth.
(There is a great uproar when Leah, who has been watching the proceedings with about as much disbelief as Bella, rolls her eyes and drily brings up the subject of ducks - though a near riot occurs at the suggestion of letting a freshly-baked batch of Emily’s muffins fester in a dirty barrel of water.
“SACRILEGE!” Embry screeches, shocking everyone.)
Bella sighs, and shoots a look at Jacob - who seems a bit dejected about losing the chance to mention cider or great gravy.
“Oh, hey,” says Seth, noticing her glance. “I think Bella has an idea.”
The night of the party, a group of dumbfounded-looking werewolves gather around a small barrel, wordlessly staring at its contents.
“That’s actually kind of insulting,” says Leah, not looking insulted at all.
“They’re not even edible,” Collin whines.
“At least they’re buoyant,” Sam remarks.
“Yeah,” says Embry, “but ‘Bobbing for Squeaky Toys’ doesn’t really have a great ring to it, does it?”
They regard the mixture of multicolored bones, balls, and plastic steaks, all floating blissfully around in the barrel. Everyone is silent.
Then -
“Bella has a sense of humor!” Jared exclaims in shock. Jacob tackles him.
When Quil moves to give her a high-five, Bella smiles and meets him halfway.
Boys.