First of all, zillions of thanx to Struck Upon a story is dedicated to you. Your last chapter of TMD inspired this one. I have no idea why. Your story is ah-freaking-mazing and everyone in the intire world should read it, even if they don't like twilight.
Anywho, here's my story called The Four Letter Word Between I and You.
Chapter 1: Hate
Alice Cullen was in the worst mood ever. First of all, she was supose to be spending winter vacation in Hawaii with her best friends, Bella Swan and Rosalie Hale, but instead she is going with her family to their cabin in Aspen. Rosalie and Bella will be coming with them, but that's proabably the worst part of it. Since Rosalie is coming, that means her whole family is coming. Including her twin brother, Jasper.
She can't rememebr why but she hates Jasper. She has for as long as she can remember. It may have been something stupid from years ago, that only children care about. But Alice isn't one to hold grudges, so if she forgot about it, then she'd forget about the hatred she felt towards him.
It was never like Alice to hate someone, she was a really nice girl who had an arua of happyness surrounding her, and anyone who was close enough would take that bliss with them. No one ever remembers seeing her cry, be cause she hardly ever does.
Anyway, Alice was in her yellow Porsche on her way to the family's log cabin in Aspen. The rest of her family will be ariving the next day, Alice just was bored and wanted to get a head start.
It was starting to snow really hard when Alice pulled up to the cabin. The white flakes were big and fell from the sky like someone was dumping salt – oversized, cold salt – upside down onto the earth. She could barely see the front door from the driveway. But she could see one thing – the light was on in the front window. Alice didn't even bother to get her bags out of the car, she just walked towards the door and checked the knob. The door was locked, so no one could have broken in, maybe it was just the caretaker.
Alice took the key out from her back pocket and put it onto the correct spot on the the door, pulled the key back out when it was unlocked, and pushed the gate open.
She steped in hesitantly. "Hello?" She called to whoever was inside with her.
"Alice, is that you?" The all to familiar voice with the southern accent answered. Jasper.
Alice rolled her eyes and sighed. Annoyed. "Yeah."
He came into view from out of the kitchen then. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"uhmm… my family kinda owns this place. I have the right to be here!"
Jasper rolled his eyes. "I know that, Mary Alice" – she hates her full name – "I ment, what are you doing here now? I thought you werent gonna be here untill tomorrow night."
"Like I said, my family owns this place, so TECHNACLY, I have the right to be here. I should be asking you the same thing!"
"Jeez, Al, I can be here if I want. Because TECHNACLY, my family is staying for two week also," He snaped back. Alice crossed her arms over her chest an Jasper's voice calmed down. "Look, cant we just try to get along?"
Since Alice was a good person, she held her hand out and said, "deal."
Jasper put his hand in hers and shook on it, "ok, deal."
He didn't pull his hand away for a few seconds. It was so tiny yet it fit so perfectly in… Jasper couldn't think things like that. He didn't like Alice and Alice didn't like him.
He quickly pulled his hand away from hers and ran it threw his hair nervously. "I was just making something to eat. Want anything?"
"Sure," She said fallowing him into the kitchen. She sat down on one of the stools next to the island. "You didnt answer my question." He voice was annoyed again.
"And what would that be?" His tone mimiced her irritated one.
"What are you doing here?"
"I thought it would be nice if I came up here early and got things cleaned up. I even bought a Christmas Tree."
Alice wanted to say something back but couldn't think of the right words. She just watched as he pulled out flour, milk, eggs, and chocolate chips. "Uhmm… what the hell are you making?"
"Pancakes" – Alice made a face. – "That's all I can make. Besides samwitches but I thought you'd want something hot."
"Thanks," She whispered as she slid off of the seat and started getting things out of the fridge.
"What'r you doing?"
"Look, if we're gonna have night breakfast, we might as well do it right." Alice and Jasper made what the could in silence for the next few minutes, only snapping at eachother a few times.
When they finnished eating and were cleaning up Jasper said, "You didn't bring anything in with you; is it out in your car?"
"Duh."
"I could go get it, if you want…?"
Alice pulled her car key ouy of her pocket and set it on the counter. "I coulda done it myself."
"Alice, please. I thought we were gonna try to get along."
She just shook her head, sighed, and slid the key towards him. He took it and she heard him leave the house.
Alice didn't understand why she didn't like Jasper. He is a nice person and theres nothing he does that bothers her. She decided that from that moment on, she'd try to stick out her promise.
The next thing she knew, Jasper was right there next to her again. "What the hell, Mary Alice? Did you seriously need three bags? I only brought one."
"Cocky much?" There goes her plan.
"Jeez, at least I got them for you. Were's your room?"
"First door at the top of the stairs." Jasper carried her things to were they needed to go as Alice went into the front room to pick out a movie. She found one called Two Parts, a drama about a girl with MPD.
The opening credits are just starting when Jasper sits down next to her. "What are we watching?"
"Well I danno about you, but I'm watching Two Parts," She snapped.
He didn't say anything. He just stayed quiet for the rest of the film. When it was over, he looked over at Alice who was sleeping soundly on the chair.
That's gotta be uncomfortable, Jasper thought. He went over to her and picked up her tiny body, carried her upstairs to her room, pulled the sheets down, placed her carefully on the matress, and covered her up.
God, he thought, she's so beaut- Jasper wouldn't think those words. He wasn't supose to like Alice. He just ran a few fingers threw her short hair and whispered, "Goodnight, Al," before turning out the light and going to his own room.