A/N: Emmett and Jasper go to camp and who do they see?

POV: Jasper

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all

Jasper's POV:

Emmett pulled out of his pocket two tickets, each showing a picture of a beautiful lake and sunset with the words 'Camp Gay' written in bold. What was Emmett planning now?

"Emmett, 'Camp Gay?' You've got to be kidding me!" I said as I snickered under my breath. "I know, the name's messed up but I want to go!" Emmett pleaded like the five year old he is.

I chuckled and sighed giving him that you'll-be-the-death-of-me look. "Why?"

He gave a booming laugh as he threw up the tickets and catching them lightly in his hands. "Well you know...." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"Hello?! We're going to do pranks on the campers...or whatever you want to call them." He snorted and shook his head, tossing the tickets around in his palm. It was like he couldn't actually believe I truthfully did not know!

I nodded and smiled. "I can't believe it, I would have never guessed!" He smacked the back of my head and whispered,"First, before we leave, I have a game, brother."

I gave him a puzzled look, whenever he used 'brother' it means trouble.

"You know...." I said, choking back a laugh at his ridiculous look.

I gave him a glare. From the way his emotions were, this will turn into a disaster. I like that...

He smiled and his eyes twinkled excitedly.

"Emmett, no!" I yelled as I shoved him playfully, making him roll on the back of his feet.

"Please," he begged, putting his hands in front of him giving me those googly eyes. I sighed and shook my head. Alice was going to kill me.

Emmett's POV:

I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't. Alice was going to be freakin' pissed, but what can I say? It'll be worth it in the end. Of course she wasn't coming back in about two weeks, but that was enough time. Once she gets back...wow. I couldn't wait to see her face.

"What do we need?" Jasper said in a eager voice as he dung through Alice's closet. "Hmm..." I said as I pulled out her Gucci bag, which was deep under the pile of Guccis, of course, I chose this one 'cause it was her favorite.

"Mu-ha-ha," Jasper said evilly as he rubbed his hands together. When Jasper wants to be he can be evil.

"Jackpot," I laughed with him as I waved Jasper to the duck-taped glass table. "Get some spray paint," I instructed as I set it carefully down.

"Now what?" Jasper said as he appeared with all sorts of spray paint.

"Now..." I said,"for the big event."

Even though the bag was made of snake skin and was brown with black spots I thought it would look fantastic with neon green.

I carefully scribbled a smile and a tongue sticking out. "Perfect," I cooed as I examined it. "No," Jasper said with humorous eyes.

"You forgot something." He took neon pink along with neon blue and sprayed it all over the bag. "Now it's perfect." I smiled and laughed holding my fist out. "Hell yes, little brother."

He smiled and gladly put his fist out to bonk mine. As I examined the bag I finally remembered what I was going to do.

"Wait," I said as I raced up the stairs at vampire speed. I searched through the closet and grabbed out a nice satin dress. I remember one day when Alice set the whole family down and said specifically to never, ever touch this dress. I smiled at the memory and walked at a slow human pace back to Jasper, carrying the dress over my shoulder.

"Ready for round two?" I challenged as I set the dress down on the table right next to the Gucci bag. "Oh yeah."

When we were finished with our true work of art, we decided that it was time for football, inside the house. It was our own family game. Everyone would be everywhere around the house, waiting to catch the ball and run for it. Even Bella would play some, like I said, everyone would play. Everyone, except Esme.

That's why it was called 'Don't let the Devil get the Ball' and also why we have to run once we catch it.

Esme would go absolutely insane. If I wasn't a vampire I would go into tears in a corner somewhere. She was absolutely frightening. Rosalie and Esme could have been blood related for all I knew.

And just the sound of that name I felt sick to my stomach. I could survive a few days with her, but weeks? No. Never. I missed her so much, her personality and well--other things.

I suddenly dozed off into space by the memories.

"Ow!" I yelled as the football banged into my head. "What was that for?" I complained as I rubbed my temples. Jasper stared at me blankly and gave me a puzzled look as if he didn't know what century he was in.

"You hit me Jasper." If it wasn't for Jasper's hard throws I would be complaining, but when Jasper throws it's painful.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized as he shook his head. "Stop," he commanded in his General tone as he held up his hands, slowly walking toward me. I cocked my head to the side and sighed.

"Already?"

He nodded and smiled at me politely. "Emmett, when are we going to 'Camp Gay'?" He snickered at the word.

I gave a funny look and then smiled. "Well, tomorrow of course, silly," I replied as I gave him a nuggy. He rolled his eyes and shoved my hand away.

He put his hand to his chin and inspected me. "Let's pack," he said as he gestured to the upstairs bedrooms. "While of course, Cap'n," I joked as I nudged his shoulder teasingly.

He didn't think it was funny. "You never know," he said changing the subject as I followed him up the stairs."You never know who you'll meet."

I scoffed slightly and shook my head agreeing with him suddenly. "I guess you're right, you never know who you'll meet, until you pour tomato juice on them when they're sleeping!"

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