Chp. 2!!!!!!
Ed. POV
"Hey, I want the drums!!!!" Emmet screamed at Jasper which honestly wasn't necessary since he was two feet from him.
"Well maybe the drums don't like you!" Jasper retorted, sounding oddly childish. Soon I felt a wave of sadness come over me and I turned to Jasper.
"Quit it," I said giving him my menacing glare. I couldn't let Jasper do this; I could care less about Emmet getting the drums but what if I got cheated out of the base?
"Well excuse me for using my resources!" Jasper whined back.
"Hey, no fair! I don't have special powers!" Emmet pouted.
"Yes you do, it's super annoyancy!" Jasper said icily.
"Listen," I started, finally getting a headache "how about you play Rock, Paper, Scissors for them?"
Wrong suggestion. When I say Rock, Paper, Scissors, I don't mean the little hand game, I mean the spy way. We learned how to play the spy way back in 1943 when Emmet was finally kicked out of the CIA. Before I knew it we were outside and Jasper was just finishing the chalk ring. Jasper took his side and Emmet his. "3, 2, 1, Go!!!!" I screamed, ready for at least some enjoyment. Within the first half second after I said go, Jasper round-house kicked Emmet square in the jaw. Emmet took a step back and waited for Jasper's next attack. In the next ten seconds Jasper had kicked Emmet in the jaw ten times, in the chest twice, and in a place that only Rosalie sees five times. Emmet looked like he was about to fall out within the second. Jasper went in for his last blow to the chest. He jumped into the air, but Emmet punched him in the stomach. Emmet then gave Jasper a few more blows to the face before he sent him flying out of the circle.
"Dammit," Jasper whispered as he stood up.
"I get drums!" Emmet laughed as he skipped into the house.
"I call base!" Jasper said before I could even read his mind.
"Hey! But I wanted to play the base!" I complained.
"But someone has to play the guitar, and I don't know how." Jasper said flatly.
Dammit, there is logic in that statement. I'm not one to play Rock, Paper, Scissors so I had no choice.
"But who's going to sing?" Jasper asked rhetorically, but it was still a pressing matter. I was thinking about Carlisle when I looked up to both of them staring at me.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no! I refuse!"
"Come on Eddie, your voice is heavenly!" Emmet mocked.
"First of all," I stated "don't call me Eddie, and second of all, Jasper's voice is just as good as mine!" I whined. Unknown to my brothers, I am very shy when it comes to singing.
"Come on, you can't be shy about it! You have a great voice." Jasper reassured me. Stupid emotion sensing crack head.
"Fine." I said reluctantly. Both Jasper and Emmet gave me big idiotic grins. I really hate them right now. Grrrrr… Wait, what am I going to sing?