A/N: There are only going to be a tiny portion of chapters that aren't Alice's diary entries, and this is the first one. Hope you like!
PJ
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To: rosaliehale1
From: jjwhitlock
Subject: Hey, little cousin
Text:
Hey, Rosie,
So here goes, my monthly update. Mom and Dad are fine. Well, as fine as they can be. Maggie's pregnant, but I think she's scared to tell Mom in case she decides that her services are no longer required. I wouldn't put it past her. Crazy thing is, her baby's father apparently wants nothing to do with the whole thing. What an ass, right?
I miss you. So does your mom. She keeps demanding to know why she hasn't gotten a reply from any of her emails. You'll be pleased to know that I told her it was because she was a raging bitch who had shipped her daughter off to another state because she couldn't stand the scandal of bringing rape charges against a member of the King family, even though he's guilty as hell. My mom gave me a lot of grief for that one, but it was so beyond worth it to see the look on Aunt Madeline's face.
Vera told me to send you her love. She also asked if you got the baby pictures of Henry. She says she's coming back to work in a month, although she wishes you were at home so that she could take care of you. She looks amazing, really happy. I'm almost jealous.
Here's the real reason I'm emailing you, Rosie. I know it's not fair to ask, but I want you – no, I need you – to come home to New York. Edward misses you, too, and I know he's worried. We all are. I want to know that you're alright. Rose, you're the closest thing I have to a sister. You're the closest thing to sanity in this fucked-up family. I need my cousin back.
Mom wants me to give Maria Grandma's ring. She says it's good to have a plan starting early, but I know it's just because Dad wants the deal with De Lucia Designs to go off without a hitch, and putting us all on the same family tree with ensure that. I told them that I don't even know if I want to be with her anymore. They told me I was being ridiculous.
I'm not being ridiculous, Rosie. This isn't a seven year itch. I wrote it off as that at first, too, but I was wrong. See, there's this girl. She's… I don't even know how to explain her. She's my parents' worst nightmare given form, I guess. She's all into art, and music, and old poetry, and deep stuff like that, which is pretty cool, if a little trippy. But she's… I don't know! She's something, that's for sure. I've been being creepy stalker guy, I'll admit. Just watching her when she's not looking. She's super-smart, and she just kind of does her own thing. She doesn't answer to anyone, and she doesn't give a damn what anyone else thinks.
It's crazy how I feel when I look at her. I mean, she's this tiny little thing – I could fit her in my back pocket – but she's got this huge personality, and she's like… a firework. Shit, that sounded really lame. You know I'm not good at putting this shit into words. In a way, Rosie, she kind of reminds me of you. She's beautiful without even trying to be, and she just seems so… fearless.
When she spoke to me the other day, I swear, I felt alive for the first time in about a year. I know I can't be with Maria. I know that. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to me. But Mom and Dad…
Between us, Rosie, I think Dad is using again. I found a packet of coke hidden in his desk drawer. I flushed it, obviously, but late last night I heard him searching his office.
I hope everything's going okay with you. I hope Connecticut doesn't suck as much as Manhattan, right now. On second thoughts, I hope it does, so that you'll come back.
Love you,
Jasper
To: jjwhitlock
From: rosaliehale1
Subject: RE; Hey, little cousin
Text:
I'm coming home, Jazz. We'll talk on Sunday.
I love you.
Rose
xoxo
