A/N: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Twilight so you can't sue.

Pumpkin Patch

They drove down to the dirt path to the farm. The couple got out of the car and walked hand in hand to the orange sea. They walked around and examined each choice wondering which one of the pumpkins would be the one.

"One pumpkin, two pumpkin, orange pumpkin, blue pumpkin." The girl repeatedly mumbled this song under her breath as she inspected each one. Suddenly she heard a quiet chuckle and looked up to see her perfect boyfriend smirking at her and glared. "What are you laughing at?"

"Silly Bella. Aren't you singing the Cat in the Hat rhyme about the fish except with different words?"

"No," she replied indignantly, "I'm singing the pumpkin picking song. I learned it when I was little. It's supposed to bring you good luck and find the perfect pumpkin."

"That song won't find you the perfect pumpkin. But anyway, what kind of pumpkin do you want, we'll share. Do you want one that's fat, short, tall, smooth, bumpy, or thin?"

"Yes it will work; it has never failed me before. I don't know what kind I want, but when I see my pumpkin I'll know." They started searching through the patch of pumpkins.

"Well, how about this one. It's perfect?"

"No. It's terribly ugly"

"This one is lovely. It's tall and smooth. There isn't even one bump on it."

"Absolutely not." She shrieked.

"Do you want one that's short and lumpy?" He asked grimacing slightly.

"Eww. No. You have horrid taste, Edward!" The brunette exclaimed. Bella shot down all of Edward's pumpkin choices incessantly.

"What do you want, Bella?" He sighed exasperatedly. "I feel like we've been here for an hour." He glanced at his watch. "We have been here for an hour!"

"Well Edward, finding the perfect pumpkin is not something that can be rushed," Bella huffed.

"For the past hour I've been suggesting perfectly good pumpkins to put on our doorstep. You've rejected them all. If you don't pick a pumpkin out in the next 10 minutes you are going to go home without one."

"What do you mean I'm going home without a pumpkin? I thought we were getting one to share and we would carve it together," she whined.

"Well since you decided that you were better than every pumpkin I picked out I decided to get my own." He exclaimed, frustrated. They reached the entrance to the pumpkin patch after the ten minutes were up. He heard her mumbling the pumpkin song on the way out.

"Hey Edward! I found the perfect one. It is wide, tall, smooth, and the perfect orange color. It will be a beautiful jack-o-lantern." Edward walked up and looked at it. Then his expression turned into a scowl.

"Bella! That's the first pumpkin I pointed to. The one I said was perfect, the one you said, and I quote, 'No. It's terribly ugly'. Why didn't you just get it then?"

"I don't know, I guess I just had to sing the pumpkin song to find the perfect one." Bella shot back as she giggled at him.

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