A/N This is the true definition of a crack-fic. In honor of Kristen Stewart.

Edward, Your Pretty.

Edward was lying down in his favorite meadow. Suddenly he heard Bella's footsteps. By the sound of the pattern it sounded like Bella was…skipping. He smelled a peculiar scent mixed in with Bella's normal floral scent.

"Hey! Wazzup Eddie!?" Bella called from the other end of the clearing.

"Bella?" He walked towards Bella.

"Edward your pretty, why are you pretty?" Bella asked, reaching her hand up to touch Edwards face.

"Are you okay?" Edward said cautiously as he moved Bella's hand away from his cheek.

"Yup I'm perfectly fine. Are you human? Human's aren't this pretty. Or at least no humans I know. Where did you come from?" Bella tried to touch Edwards face again. It seemed to be moving when in fact, it was still.

"Bella, what's wrong? You know I'm a vampire, as is the rest of my family." Edward whispered. A look of shock crossed Bella's face.

"VAMPIRE!!! AHHHHHHH!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! SAVE THE CHILDREN!" Bella screamed as she ran away from Edward, her arms flailing.

"Bella, what have you done today?" Edward asked as he caught up to her.

"I just you know… hung around, ate some brownies that Mike gave me." Bella's eyes looked glazed over, her pupils were extremely dilated.

"Did those brownies happen to taste funny?" A look of understanding crossed his face as he identified the extra scent.

"They did at first, but then they were delicious senior!" Bella skipped around pretending she was shaking maracas.

"Come on Bella," Edward said, catching her. "It's time to go home."

"Yay! We can go get some more of those brownies on the way."

"No Bella." Edward picked her up and started walking towards Charlie's house.

"Edward." Bella said. "You're pretty."

A/N: We must warn you. Never eat strange brownies.