Jasper POV
Emmett, Edward, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV when Emmett suddenly jumped of the couch and smiled widely at us.
"Guess what, guys," Emmett said.
Edward and I shared a weary look while Edward reluctantly asked "What, Emmett?"
"I'm getting married!"
"You're getting what?" Edward and I said simultaneously with a matching shocked look on their faces.
"Married. You know, to Rosalie."
At that moment Rosalie, Emmett's now fiancé, and Alice, Edward's long-time girlfriend walked in. Rosalie smiled and ran into Emmett's arms. He lifted her up and kissed her. Alice walked around the couch and sat next to Edward and put her feet up on my lap. I turned to Alice and gave her a death stare.
"Get," Jasper said. "Your crusty ass feet off my lap!"
"You know what? Go blow yourself! Because my feet are as soft as a baby's ass!"
"Bitch"
"Asshole"
Alice scooted her body down and adjusted her so they were an inch away from my lap and chest. Irolled his eyes and gave Alice one last dirty look. I turned back to Emmett and Rosalie, still wrapped in Emmett's arms looking deeply into each others eyes.
"So," I coughed. "When are you two getting married?"
"In nine months," Emmett said putting Rosalie down.
"Do you know where?"
"No, not yet. But we've got months." said Rosalie.
Emmett wound his arms around Rosalie's waist and pulled her onto his chest. He whispered something in her ear. Rosalie giggled, grabbed Emmett's hand and dragged him up the stairs.
"Maybe we should go upstairs." Edward said.
"Why go upstairs when the couch is free down here?" Alice said.
"OK!" I said pushing Alice's feet away from him. "I see this is my cue to get the hell out of here."
"Bye, Jasper." Alice said in a low seductive voice.
I growled and muttered bitch under my breath. I grabbed my headphones off the dining room table and pulled my iPod from my pocket. I put on my headphones and found 'I'm Not A Vampire' by Falling In Reverse. I opened the door to see it pouring rain, as usual in Forks. I sighed and grabbed a small, brown, worn leather notebook from the hallway table and bound into the rain to Edward's silver Volvo.
I drove the small, silver car to an overlook two miles out of town. I stopped the car and looked out to the dense Forks forest. I pulled out the small notebook from my pocket and fished out a pen from the glove compartment. I turned to a fresh sheet of paper towards the back of the book and took a deep breath. Over and over again he began to write: Alice Brandon will fall in love with me. This writing ritual has been a secret of mine since I met Alice five years ago. After writing two pages of: Alice Brandon will fall in love with me, I wrote one line.
One day I will steal her back.