Waking up to the small moon hanging over my broken window sill, all I could hear was blow dryer goin' and Britney Spears blasting through speakers. Dear god, kill me now. Then the most horrible screeching went along with it. Oh god, she's singing. Gah!

Throwing back my black and white comforter, my feet connected with solid hardwood. Wait? Where's my shag rug? "Rosalie!" No answer, just more screeching from the underworld. Sighing, I got up from my comfy bed with Jasper still laying asleep looking like my own personal Adonis, and padded my way to the bathroom where she stood singing into her hairbrush. "Rosalie!"

Music now turned down to concert volume, she looked, I'm sorry I mean glared at me. "What?" she snapped just like every morning.

"Can you please not kill everyone's ear drums while we're still sleeping?!" Answer. Door right in the face. Let out a frustrated screech, I kicked the door hurting my foot badly again then gimped back to my bedroom.

The minute I sat on the bed all I could feel was a pair of arms wrap around me. "Mornin'," said a baritone/tenor voice. Instant smile. Jasper or Jaspey when I'm in a mood.

"Hey Jasp," I replied leaning back into him. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"It's ok, even though it's Saturday." Looking at the calendar, a red circle was around today's date. Squinting a little, I tried to read what the lettering said, but Jasper cooed in my ear.

"You lost the bet," The bet. Shit.

Ok let me explain the bet. During the summer, of course Rosalie and I argued almost everyday, and it got our guys so pissed off that they made a bet with us. If we didn't fight until today that they would be our personal slaves for that weekend, but if we even made a peep of an argument it was vice versa. And obviously I screamed, so we lost.

"You better tell her now." Looking at him over my shoulder, I gave him a desperate look but he only nudged me in the shoulder with his nose. Ok I'm not a puppy, and you don't look like one when you do that. Sighing, I got up but was met with a giant scream then a noise that sounded like someone crying. Emmett poked his head into my bedroom.

"Al, if you value your life," he said obviously trying to supress the smile of victory. "You might not want to go near Ros for a little bit."

"I was plannin' on it no worries," He nodded before disappearing into the dark hallway. After a few seconds of silence, the sexy slave driver started his rein.

"Can you make me some breakfast please?" Well at least he had manners. Licking his cheek playfully, I responded.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No." I couldn't help, but smile. Giving him a small kiss on the lips.

"What would you like?"

"Pancakes?" Should've known.

Smiling again, I got off the bed and shook my hips at him just to tease him. "I'll be back with your pancakes," Seeing the small smile, I left the room quickly and went down the stairs bumping into Edward. "Hey Eddie," I said knowing that I could get away with it.

"Hey Ally," He snarked back. Seeing the grin, I had a nice sigh of relief. Mentally of course. He's been silent so long, like dead inside poet quiet locking himself in his room for hours on end only coming out for bathroom and dinner.

"Makin' Jasp breakfast, you want anythin'?"

"Whatcha makin'?"

"Pancakes,"

"Please and thank you." Seeing his grin again, he went upstairs as I made my way downstairs. Going into the kitchen I instantly stopped, as I looked at blond idiot in the kitchen obviously pissed off as she threw some eggs into a bowl.

Rosalie.

Shit. Monkeys.

If there is a god somewhere in this universe. Please. Kill. Me.