Chapter 1 Jack and Jill

A/N: I do not own any of these characters.

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JPOV

"I don't care if you promised, it is most certainly MY weekend. I'll never understand why we have to share. Arg … JUST BUY YOUR OWN DAMN CAR!"

"I feel like a broken record, but honestly, Rosalie, if you weren't such a raging bitch all the time people might actually talk to you. Perhaps then you might have somewhere to go in our convertible. As it stands, I did promise to see Bella this weekend. Don't make me beg."

I could feel the annoyance quite literally rolling from my sister, not actually dissipating but instead choking away my good mood. Still, I remained casually reclined on her sitting room settee - if she'd stop correcting me endlessly I'd just call it a couch - feet up, head back, eyes lazily closed, quite thoroughly uninterested in the idea of yet another girl fight.

The reality was that everyone talked to Rosalie, or wished they could. She is Queen. And since she's so fantastic, Her Majesty was in the habit of taking whatever she wants. Attention, admiration, gifts and favors, never-ending privileges – she lived completely without restrictions. But friends? She never took those.

"I don't care if you do beg, Jasper. I have plans for this weekend - shopping plans." Again?

By this point, Rose was standing over me undoubtedly boring her eyes into my closed eyelids, but I knew if I squinted to make even a sliver contact she'd somehow win and I really wanted to see Bella; it had been weeks. So my exterior remained unfazed, as I avoided rookie mistakes, and prepared for whatever else she had coming. Rosalie may own stubborn and self-righteous, but 'calculated and cunning' fell on my side of the twin coin. I do not break my focus.

"And actually, Brother, I am bringing someone." Lies. Cold one here collects hearts; she doesn't open hers up or invite anyone in.

"I assume you remember Alice Brandon?" My eyes flew open. "You know - petite as all hell, inky black pixie hair, energy for days?"

I shot straight up in my seat and brought my face within inches of Rose's. So much for focus.

"Since when are you two friends, Rosalie? She isn't the cling on type, so why her? You better not be screwing with her …" This was as close to yelling as I ever let myself get with my firey, distant sister.

She chuckled; "Please, give me a little more credit. I am loved here; Fremont Park would be in a sorry state without me. I will do wonders for Alice Brandon. And although I am a wondrous screw I don't think I am the one most interested in that privilege." And with that and a wink, she turned, quite literally, on her heels. "Ah, sweet victory - you've completely forgotten why you began this valiant fight to begin with. Now I've got to be going, I'll be sure to send Alice your best in the morning." Just as she was about to go, sickly sweet smile and all, our phones chimed harmoniously.

"Hello, Mother?"

"What do I owe this pleasure, Father?" We answered simultaneously confused – they never call. Exchanging a bemused look, we settled in for the parental word-vomit digestion to begin.

"You can't be serious, Mother. Fremont Park doesn't accept students after the start of the year." Rose immediately argued hastily, pacing the entryway. Women always launch in headfirst, don't they?

But then it was my turn to be thrown headfirst as the words being spoken on the end of the line slowly registered. "But, Father, why did they send him out of the country? Don't they know that Renee is long gone? … But, that leaves her with no one!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

My Uncle Charlie, father to my best friend and cousin Bella Swan, had ties to the FBI but now for all intents and purposes was simply holding down the fort as Sheriff in dreary Forks, Washington. After my Aunt Renee passed away Charlie really pulled back on anything government issued, creating a more realistic living environment for Bella. She'd lived with him for the last three years, and had finally begun feeling comfortable and stable. To say a move from Phoenix, Arizona - where your mom, best friend and beloved sun were constantly around - to dark, dank Forks – with only trees, your estranged dad and constant rain to keep you company- was an adjustment was severely understating things. But whatever, here we were in late September, school already in full swing, and Bella was being shuffled around again.

"Well then, Father, where is she going to stay? You two are never home and Phoenix is the worst place for Bella to be left alone." Is he honestly that stupid? I could answer my own question.

"Mother, no. I need my own space. Housing can't be the only issue when attempting to register someone." Whine a little louder, Rosalie. "She doesn't fit here." Rose injudiciously countered.

Catching on to the conversation occurring between my mother and sister, as well as listening to my father's solutions I started to get excited. "Well, yes, I believe that is a fantastic idea, Father. I can transition her myself. When … so soon?" A slow smile had begun to creep across my face a while ago, and now I was embarking on Cheshire cat territory.

My eyes connected with my furious sister; "I will go this weekend, Father. Give Mother my love. Goodbye."

With that, both calls ended and Rose erupted, "Arggggg. NO! Fuck. It. All."

"Well, Rose, I guess I'll be using the convertible after all." I said as I rose from my perch and made my way past her trembling form and out her door. "Ah, sweet victory." I turned about-face in the hallway, same smile etched on my face. "So, I'll bring Bella and her things straight here then?"

With one hand on her hip and the other on the doorframe, Rosalie pierced me with a disturbing glare before slamming it shut.

Really, I thought as I made my way back to my room, this day couldn't get any sweeter.

Flipping my phone open, I hit 'Speed Dial 1.' "Hey Graceful, looks like I'm headed your way this weekend."

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A/N: This is my first attempt and my chapters will get progressively longer as I find my momentum. Promise! I'm personally not a fan of short itty bitty chapters ... think an eventual 5K word average! Please, let me know what you think!