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ok, so im still looking for title ideas. however i do understand that you might need to read a few chapters before u get any ideas.
give me a few chapters to work up my word count. im not very good with long chapters, but i make up for it with very recent updates. please dont kill me. hope you likey this chapter.
Left home? Since when he Jasper wanted to leave home? I'd thought that id known him pretty well. Apparently not.
"Look, Alice. I know that I haven't seen you in years. Ten years. But I thought that you would always help me out?" He shuffled his feet awkwardly.
"What do you need help with Jasper?" I asked him, "Why do you need help?"
"I just… you know… sick of shit. Need to get a way for a while. You know?" He said, "I just needed a place to crash for a while… so I thought maybe I'd drive here…" He looked at me hopefully. I sighed.
"Summer holidays in a week, if, by some miracle, you can stay undetected around here for a week, then you can pretty much have free reign of the house, no one is ever at home on the hols." I told him. My hyperactive mind went into overdrive. If I could somehow keep Jasper out of sight for a week, then we could hang out like normal friends during the eight week holidays. That also meant that the best way for him not to get noticed was for him to stay in my room. That could get awkward, but it could be overcome. I couldn't let him sleep in his car for another week.
"Come on," I sad, grabbing his wrist, "And be quiet." I dragged him into the house and locked the front door behind me. We crept up the stairs; I made a careful point of skipping the bottom stair. I snuck past my sleeping siblings and parents until I reached my room; I pushed Jasper inside and closed my door. I then locked it. I flicked on my light switch. I turned around; Jasper was sitting on the edge of my bed with a picture frame in his hands.
"So who's this?" He grinned up at me, I looked down at the picture frame, it was a picture taken a few days ago with Emmett. Emmett was my sister's newest boyfriend. But he was way more awesome than all the other losers she had dated. In the picture, Emmett had his arm around my shoulders and I had my small arms wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, it's Emmett… Good picture, huh?" I said.
"Yeah. Yeah, a good picture." He placed it back on my bedside table and picked up the frame next to it, "Now this is a good picture!" He exclaimed quietly. I took it out of his hands.
"It sure is." In the picture was me and him. Age six. The last day I saw him. We were sitting on the porch steps hugging. It was cute. Jasper was looking at the other photos around my room.
"Rosalie and Edward I would hazard a guess?" He asked, tapping the top of yet another frame. I nodded. "Friends at school?" He said, running his finger along another frame.
"Yeah, Bella, Jess, Angela." I said, pointing to my best friends in the picture.
"She's cute." He said, indicating Bella.
"Hey, she's also Edward girlfriend." I told him, he laughed and held his hands up in mock surrender, grinning.
"I shall keep away." He swore. We both laughed. I crawled onto my bed and dragged myself into the middle where I curled up into a ball and wrapped my arms around my knees.
"Why exactly did you run away?" I asked him, he laughed.
"Random topic change there Ali." He said, I raised my eyebrows at him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands, fisting his hair. "I just… got sick of it all… you know? My parents, my school. I wanted to get away, so I did. Then I had this crazy thought of coming to see you. So I did. I thought maybe if I spent a bit of time with you again, things might get better."
Aww… I mean… "What was wrong with your parents?" Dam it; my brain went nuts for a second there.
"You know, they were just suffocating me. I need some room to breathe once in a while. Look, Alice, I'm here now, can't we just let things be for a while?" He sat up again, and turned to look at me.
"Ok." I agreed. I would drop it, for now. "Come on, we need to find you somewhere to sleep. I ended up deciding to throw Jasper in my cupboard. Everyone in the house knew never to set foot in my cupboard unless they wanted an extremely painful death. I gave him a sleeping bag and a pillow and told him to sleep tight – and not to touch my clothes.
ok, i hav already written quite a lot of this story... jus not the chapter directly after this one... to bear with me here. reveiw will make me want to write. so the faster you want a chapter, the more reveiws you should send!!! love youse all!
Moony out.
