A/N: Unfortunately I don't own Twilight as much as I may wish.

Bella the Bake Sale Bombshell

The Forks High School Annual Halloween Bake Sale was just around the corner. Fliers were being passed around the school, earning eye rolls from the recipients, asking parents and students to prepare a dessert. Brownies, cookies, cake, pie. Anything you could think of would be there. The only condition was it had to be home made. It was just tradition in Forks to spend hours slaving over the oven baking for this competition. Families had generations win in the same category, viciously guarding their recipes to their death. But not this year. This year, Bella Swan would take them down with a pinch of sugar and a dash of salt. Not because she actually wanted to, but she wanted to make Edward proud of her. And to maybe get Emmett to leave her alone about her last baking fiasco.

"Edward," Bella said as she tripped down the hall, "I have to enter this contest. Where are the sign-up forms?"

"On the student memo board, Bella. Why are you doing this anyway? You don't bake."

"Well I want to start." She stated. Her eyes got on a glazed look as she began speaking to herself. "Hmm, what should I make," she mumbled. "Cherry pie, pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, chocolate cake, brownies. They're all so good. What do you think, Edward?"

"I don't know, Bella. What ever sounds good to you."

"But they're all so delicious! I just can't pick." She fretted over all of her options. "Well I better get to work these desserts need to brought tomorrow. See you later. I need to go to the store."

Bella sped through the store passing many aisles, looking for the one that said Baking Goods. She picked up flour, cocoa, white chocolate, pie tins, graham crackers, gummy worms, red dye, brown and white sugar, baking soda, powdered sugar, and vanilla. She set off to get eggs and milk. She then raced to the canned goods section to get cherries and pumpkin. She rushed to the check out line to pay. While Bella waited, she saw all of the mothers in the town of Forks embarking on the tedious task she had just completed: grocery shopping. The brunette paid and drove home, eager to begin her culinary masterpieces.

"Edward," Bella called. He was in front of her in a flash. "Will you please take in the groceries? Oh and be gentle with them." He was able to bring all of her ten bags in one trip.

"Bella, what are you making? You have enough ingredients to make fifteen different desserts." He said, astounded.

"Oh never you mind, Edward," she said facetiously. "I'm only making two pies, brownies, a cake, and a few surprises." Bella said this casually, as though she did that everyday.

"What, you'll kill yourself. This is dangerous." Edward replied, worried.

"Edward, it's just a mixer. Besides, you can stay and protect m. My very own knight and shining armor. That would be a great costume by the way." He visibly relaxed after the thought of protecting her sunk in. But he also looked very anxious though at the thought of being shoved in to tights.

Bella pulled out the mixer, bowls, pie tins, and ingredients. She then started to begin baking. She had combined all of the ingredients and was just about to start mixing.

"Bella, do you want me to do it for you?"

"No thank you, Edward," she replied.

After mixing the batter for about a minute, her arm started to tire.

"Bella, are you sure?"

"Of course," she mumbled,

Her arm was killing her after another minute's effort.

"Fine Edward, you can do it," she grumbled darkly.

"I'd love to help," he smiled dazzlingly. He mixed the batter in a flash, doing what she could have accomplished in five more minutes in mere seconds.

"Whatever."

The work went on for hours with a little chatter between Bella and Edward. They mixed (well he did) and baked. She frosted, sprinkled, cut, added candy, and molded. Of course, there were the endless flirting fights.

"Bella what are you doing? Edward questioned.

"Nothing," she said, her voice pitched an octave higher. Edward turned back to mixing. Clap! Bella got Edward on the face with cloud of flour.

"Oh Bella, it's on." He returned with a clap in her face. Her face was covered in the white powder, but it didn't hide the shocked expression on her face. "What you asked for it." They continued running around the small kitchen throwing handfuls of flour at each other. Their clothes were spotted with it when they fell to the floor laughing at one another. Then they got back to work, prim and proper, until Edward swiftly took the spatula out of Bella's homemade chocolate frosting and smudged it on her nose. She of course had to get him back. It just so happened to smear on his lips. But this time it didn't go into a full out war.

"You'll have to clean that up," Edward said huskily.

"Oh, I intend to," Bella said with lusting eyes. She leaned over and kissed it off, licking the excess off her lips. Bella then kissed him again and her hands knotted in Edward's hair while she pulled him close. Edward decided to stop it there and they got back to work. After hours of slaving (and a few taste tests, "I had to make sure that I made it right!"), they were done.

Bella was left with a mound of scrumptious looking desserts. Cheery pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate blood cake (the middle of a chocolate lava cake was die red), white chocolate fangs (which had to set in the fridge for hours before they could be worn and eaten), ghost cookies, graveyard dirt (brownies with gummy worms), and a bat shaped chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.

The next morning, Bella brought her Halloween themed treats to school. They were put on the cheesy pumpkin and bat decorated table cloth. Her desserts were the fist to be sold out (to get them you had to say "trick or treat", which embarrassed her classmates to no end, but Bella's treats were that good), and the begrudging moms of Forks begged for her secret, for she had broken the winning streaks of their families. Bella told them she didn't have a secret, but she knew in her heart it wasn't so. Her secret was standing right beside her with a crooked grin, kissing her in her success.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated.