Hello, friends! This is my entry for the "Love Through Lemons" contest. A few of you suggested that I try it out, so…here it is. This is not a Edward/Bella story, which is different for me. It is, of course, all vampire. I wouldn't have it any other way. Don't judge too harshly.

Sorry that I haven't written the final chapter for "Escapades". I'm still working on it, so don't give up on me. Hopefully, this will satisfy your pallet until I can finish it.

**Much Love**

Mae

1985

"How do humans breathe when they do this?" Edward had walked into my bathroom waving his hand in front of his face to clear the cloud of hairspray.

"It doesn't matter." I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror. "We do it for the fashion. Step into this decade, Edward." I teased another section of my hair and sprayed half a gallon of Aqua Net underneath.

"I'd rather not." He coughed quite dramatically. "You look ridiculous, Alice." I glanced in the mirror and saw a look of disgust and confusion on his face.

"Excuse me?" I through down my pick and spun around to glare at him. "This is in style! When am I not in style?" The smile crept up on my face when Edward through his hands up in surrender.

"Eat my shorts, Claire." He reached past me and grabbed his hair gel, winked at me, and turned towards the door.

"Do you know how popular I am? People at our school love me!" I laughed at how silly our conversation had become.

"Oh, yeah, I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights." Edward continued walking down the hall and I picked up my curling iron. "I hate that you made me watch that movie."

"Funny, you hate it yet…you can quote it." Faintly, I heard Edward groan from his bedroom.

My relationship with Edward was a strong one. Ever since Jasper and I had become part of this family I had been drawn to Edward. In the beginning, we spent a lot of time together investing in figuring out each other's gifts. The more time I spent with him, the better friends we became. He was a distant soul. Nobody could blame him for shutting people out. Edward would never admit it, but he felt like an outsider to us. That is something that he and Jasper had in common. Jasper felt like an outsider because he had the hardest time dealing with our diet. Edward felt like an outsider because he was…alone. He had the family, true. But, Edward has never given any interest in love. He tells everyone that he prefers to be by himself. I don't buy that. There is somebody out there for him. She may not even be born yet. I know he'll find what he doesn't know he's looking for, some day. I hope he doesn't give up. He deserves to be happy. I'm sure it's been hard for him watching all of us. Edward has watched every single couple in this house fall in love. It's time that we watch him fall in love.

"Do you mind, Alice? Shut off your brain." Oops!

"Sorry, Edward." I unplugged my curling iron and stepped back to examine myself. Not bad. I wore a short mini skirt with hot pink leg warmers covering my black pumps. My white puffy shirt had pink hearts on it, was falling off my left shoulder and tied at my side. On my hands I wore mesh fingerless gloves and I accessorized with chunky black jewelry.

"You look lovely, darlin'." I'd know that voice anywhere. Jaspers hands gripped my hips and pulled me back into him.

"Thank you." Putting my hands over his, I moved them to wrap around my waist. Jasper leaned down and kissed my exposed shoulder.

"Bleck…" He stuck his tongue out and faked gagging. "I'm sorry, but you have a sheen of hairspray covering your body.

"Well, here…" I turned in his arms and pressed my torso to his. "Taste these." Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed my husband. His hands trailed to my lower back and held me closer as we deepened our kiss.

"Eh-hem!" Immediately, Jasper jumped back about 5 feet from me. He always did that. Jasper never liked to show any kind of affection in public…or even our family. I'm sure he knew that is disappointed me seeing as he can read my emotions, but I never complained. That's not how he is and I won't push him. He has enough to worry about.

"Yes, Edward?" I glanced at the outfit I put out for him. "Oh, you look great!" I clapped my hands and jumped up and down. Edward had been giving into my clothing suggestions. I'm pretty sure it was just to shut me up.

"I look like Don Johnson!" Okay, I admit it, he did look like he came straight out of Miami Vice.

"No you don't! You look handsome." Despite the comparison, he did look good. For once, he looked like a 17 year-old living in the 80s.

"I can hear your thoughts, Tinker Bell."

Edward was wearing a white suit with a blue woven underneath. His hair was…well, it was 'Edward' hair. Even with my talents, there wasn't much I could do with that mess.

"Do you mind?" He looked a little irritated.

"Sorry. Let's get Em & Rose and get out of here." I pulled both men down the stairs with me.

"Hahahahaha!!!!"

"Edward, what's so funny?" I turned my head to look in his direction.

"I apologize for complaining about my outfit. Check out EmC Stupid." Edward pointed towards the living room and we caught Emmett & Rosalie engaged in a romantic moment. That, however, wasn't what Edward was laughing at.

"I happen *kiss* to like *kiss* my outfit *kiss*" Emmett had barely come up for air to retort to Edward's abuse.

"I do to." Rosalie glared daggers at Edward. "These pants can't hide how happy he is to see me." Her nostrils flared toward him before she went back to her sexual torment on Emmett. Rosalie was sitting on Emmett's lap looking like a Jem doll. The piece of her hair that was dyed pink was hanging in Emmett's face.

"Bite me, princess." I briefly heard the growl emit from Edward's chest before I felt a calm feeling wash over me.

"Thank, Jasper. Okay, gang…let's get out of here."

We took two cars to the local club. Edward, Jasper and I were happy to give Emmett and Rosalie their space. The five of us were going out to celebrate our last week in New Hampshire. Next week we would be moving to Alaska, so I drug everybody out for one last night on the town. Okay, we didn't really get out much, but I've made it my tradition to go out before we left a town.

Memories.