Disclaimer: I play, not possess.

Sorry for not updating! So school's been crazily hectic, and when I FINALLY got time to write and update, I got in three chapters of HakaFC. Really proud of myself; I didn't even manage to do that in the summer! I also got in a chapter REALLY quickly due to highness from my Halloween candy. O.O

This chapter was written for my friend on his birthday (not that he reads it because he doesn't know about it, but I'll dedicate it to him anyway), but my internet didn't work and I couldn't post it up. Ironically, I turned sixteen today. :P So it's a birthday present for the both of us? :O So happy belated birthday Kirby! (And no that isn't his real name; that's just our affectionate nickname for him).

Rosalie's POV

That same day, after school

I was in Doctor Bonlever's office. I sat stiffly in the luxurious leather chair, with Edward in the adjacent one. Across from us, the therapist sat in her own leather swivel chair.

"Welcome back, Rosalie," she said in a soft, soothing voice. Of course, that voice reflexively made me suspicious, but I would have to talk to her for the sake of progress.

I had to sit through a full hour of her asking me questions and offering advice, but I only half listened. I could name five things off the top of my head right now that would be more effective than expounding my troubles to a total stranger.

After that useless, doldrums-filled hour was over, I complained to Edward for the first time since the sessions started.

"Edward, can we please stop going to this place? It's not doing me any good!"

He sighed. "I know, but you'll have to talk to your parents about that."

"Talk to them about it?" I hissed. "They're never going to listen! If they did I wouldn't have ended up going to that freaking…summer hell in the first place! And plus," I continued, "Even you could name at least five places that would be better for me! It's just a waste of time, and you know it."

"Fine…I'll talk to them for you. If that doesn't work, then Mom and Dad's persuasion should." He grinned at that. No one could ever resist Esme and Carlisle. They worked miracles.

"Let's go home," I said anxiously. He nodded, knowing very well that I did not mean the house where I lived.

Aunt Esme drove Edward and me to one of my most favorite places in the world: my family's barn. It was a daily trip. After changing my shoes into riding boots and donning one of my father's old button-up shirts, I ran eagerly toward the stalls, which housed eight breathtaking creatures. Edward went off to go sit in his favorite tree.

As I reached the stalls, Chessy poked her head over the top of the stall.

"Hello, gorgeous," I crooned to the affectionate mare, rubbing her glossy roan coat. I took a slice of apple from my pocket and offered it to her. She took it from me delicately, her velvet lips tickling my palm and her hot breath warming it.

She was my favorite of all the horses in the barn. She had large, brown, liquid eyes that captured everyone's heart. She had an air of gentleness to her, and she would never hurt a fly. I smiled, and after giving her a final pat, moved on to the next stall. 'Glacier', the nametag on it said.

The pure white stallion stared down at me brightly. He had a proud arch to his neck that reminded me of an Arabian horse's. He was actually another family's horse. We were just taking care of him for a while—resting him after all his strenuous races. I loved exercising him. I loved how he could fly like the wind and bring me oblivion.

I offered him a carrot, some adoring words, and a caress before moving on. After repeating this five more times I finally arrived at the last stall.

"Colonel Puddle," I greeted him. He snorted a few times before letting loose a whinny. The sound was music to my ears…more so than any human voice could be.

"I love you too, boy. Let's go for a ride." I entered the tack room and took out all the riding equipment required. After triple-checking that everything was tightly secured and in place, I mounted Colonel Puddle. He wasn't that hard to mount, seeing he was still young and barely fourteen hands high. I squeezed his sides gently with my legs and gave him a gentle tap on his hindquarters with my hand.

And…we were off! A walk soon became a trot, which soon became a canter, and it finally developed into a gallop. I didn't loosen the reins any more than that, and thankfully he didn't fight me. He ran for the sheer joy of running, and I sat there and enjoyed the ride while maintaining control.

As Colonel Puddle was consuming his water, I started to check hooves and "give him his shower", a.k.a. cleaning him up from all the sweat and dirt. I was interrupted by a cheerful voice.

"Hello, Rosalie!" said Seth Clearwater. He was the son of the manager (who was my father's best friend) we had appointed for the barn. Seth approached with a smile on his face.

"Hi Seth!" I exclaimed, but I did not let my guard down. True, I had known him since forever, but things had changed. I could never be completely at ease with him anymore.

I told him a bit about my first day of school as I worked. I then turned Colonel Puddle loose, along with all the other horses, to the pasture. I lay down on the grass a distance away, content to just watch them.

I was in total peace. That is, until a little body jumped on me and I was assaulted by a warm, wet tongue.

"Puppy!" I laughed. "Where'd you come from?"

Raisin was a Jack Russell terrier. She was very playful, as was typical to most types of terriers, and we all loved her, including the horses. We all got used to calling her 'Puppy', and the name just stuck.

After she trotted off to join the horses, I got an idea. I could invite Alice here. I felt bad for rejecting her earlier offer, and she had looked crestfallen. But now, I was in an environment I was comfortable in, and at the same time I could make it up to her.

"Edward!" I called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I invited Alice here?"

He climbed down from his tree and walked over to where I was, looking at me with a serious expression.

"Are you sure? You've never accepted anyone this quickly before."

"I'm sure. She just seems…different, I guess. At any rate, she knows and she accepted it."

"She knows? Did you tell her?" His face was masked.

"No. She said it was obvious by my actions."

"If you trust her enough to ask her to come, then invite her. I'm just your bodyguard." He cracked a smile.

"Edward!" I chided him. He laughed.

I debated on whether or not I should put my number on restricted. I decided not to; if she got lost on the way she would be able to call back. Anyway, if she were really a…bad person…I could always bar her calls.

I sighed and dug out the piece of paper from my jeans pocket.

Rinnng…rinnng…ring…I put it on speakerphone so Edward could hear it too.

"Hello?" answered a wary voice.

"Uhm…Alice?"

"Rosalie?"

"Uh, I was…wondering if you would like to come over to my place…you know…I wanted to make up for not being able to go to yours…" I trailed off awkwardly.

"That would be nice. Would it be okay if Jasper came too?"

"Uh…" I looked over at Edward, who nodded, already deep in thought.

"Yes, that's alright."

"Okay." Alice's voice sounded slightly happier now. It was clear they stuck together like glue. "What's your address?"

I laughed reflexively. My first laugh of the day. "Actually, you know that farm that's about eight miles from the school?"

I could tell her jaw dropped because there was a pause. Finally, she said in an awe-struck voice, "You own that?"

This girl could really make me laugh. "Yep," I said as Edward chuckled.

"Wow…" she breathed. "I am definitely not missing this for anything…I'll see you in a few. Bye!"

I heard her scream Jasper's name before she hung up. Edward and I let the laughter consume us.

"Alright," he said, now all business. "I'm going to get to know Jasper. That way you can get to know Alice without the discomfort of two people. But just to tell you, I'm going to be keeping an eye on you the entire time."

He knew me so well. "Don't worry, I'm sure Jasper will be doing the same thing with Alice. They're like overprotective mothers with each other."

Jasper's POV

"Jasper!" Alice cried in an excited, high-pitched voice. Funny how whatever she had just heard could make her happy again shortly after telling me her father's story.

"I'm scared to answer," I said anyway.

"Guess what! We're going to Ferryhale Farm! I can't believe I didn't see the connection before." She smacked her forehead.

I pulled her hand away and held onto it. "Don't hit yourself please."

"Let's go!" she said, pulling on my hand.

"Er…why exactly?"

"Because Rosalie invited us!"

Oh. Rosalie Hale. Ferryhale. Right. Now I felt like a retard. I smacked my own forehead with my other hand. Alice grabbed it.

"Dear, dear, let's not be a hypocrite," she said, and smiled angelically.

She managed to drag me out the front door before I pulled her back.

"Wait, wait. How are we going to get there?"

She looked at me amusedly. "Mom's going to be home in a few minutes."

Sure enough, Mrs. Brandon's familiar car pulled up and turned into the driveway. Alice ran to the car, and her mother got out. The door slammed rather loudly. The atmosphere suddenly seemed much too tense for my liking.

"Hi Mom!" Alice said, except she sounded unsure.

"Hi honey. Did you have a nice day today? Because I certainly didn't." She unlocked the front door to her house and went inside, slamming that door as well.

"Uhm…" Alice stuttered, returning to my side. "What now?"

In answer I pointed at the cell phone in her hand. She dialed.

"Ugh, this is awkward," she complained as she waited for Rosalie to pick up.

"Err…Rosalie…I kind of got stuck in a complication, sorry…yeah…really? But I don't even know her!…No really, it's okay…really? Thank you very much!" I looked to her for an explanation.

"Apparently, Edward's mother, Esme Cullen, is willing to drive us over there. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to feel thankful, afraid, or like I'm trespassing."

I frowned. "Why would she do that? She doesn't even know us…"

"Actually, her name sounds kind of familiar now that I think about it…"

We didn't get a chance to dwell on that, as sleek indigo car pulled up. Moneybags galore. The driver's window slid down and a woman's face was visible.

"Alice," she spoke merrily, her eyes twinkling. "It's nice to see you again."

My best friend's jaw dropped open in shock. "Oh my gosh! I remember you! You're the owner of the company where Mom works!"

Esme laughed gently. The sound of it reminded me of a flute. Apparently good vocals ran in the family.

"Yes, I am. And it's been awhile since I last saw you. My, you've certainly grown up."

Alice smiled as Mrs. Cullen's eyes met mine.

"Hello there. And you are…?"

"Jasper Whitlock, madam." I was suddenly tongue-tied. I wasn't used to addressing figures of prominence. Alice giggled at my formality, as did Mrs. Cullen.

"Nice to meet you, Jasper. And please, call me Esme. 'Mrs. Cullen' sounds horribly haughty."

This time we all laughed. Esme didn't invite us into her car; instead she parked it and got out. I finally got a good look at her.

Her hair looked somewhat like Rosalie's, except it was several shades darker and had a slightly more orange tint to it…almost as if it were caramel colored. This family certainly had unique physical traits. Her hair framed her heart-shaped face, and it accentuated her hazel eyes. Not to mention she dressed very classily.

Esme spoke. "Well, Alice, if I may, I have a few words to speak to your mother about a misunderstanding. Perhaps she'll be a bit more agreeable then."

We remained where we were while Esme patiently waited for Mrs. Brandon to answer the door. When she did, her scowl instantly changed into an expression of shock.

"My goodness, this was unexpected…come in, come in, Mrs. Cullen…"

We waited for what may have been half an hour, willing the sun to stay up. Esme finally came out with a chagrined look.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, but the little flaw was resolved." Behind her, Mrs. Brandon was beaming.

"Have a good time, you guys!" She waved as we walked with Esme to her car. She opened the door for us, and we climbed into the back.

It was an amazing car. The luxurious leather seemed to hug us and we relaxed into it. Alice actually closed her eyes and hummed in contentment. Esme laughed as she started the car.

"So," she said. "You both must be very admirable people. Rosalie has never been like this now for the past several months. She's never straightforwardly invited people to her beloved horse farm the day she meets them."

"Thank you…?" Alice said, not quite sure what to say.

Esme continued on, undeterred. During the thirty minute drive to the farm, Alice and I learned much about her, and vice versa. She was the president of the company where Alice's mother worked at—a company of interior decorating. I had seen the building only several times, but I deduced that the company themselves had modeled the interior—it was very refined, much like Mrs. Cullen herself.

As we reached the driveway of Ferryhale Farm, I caught a glimpse of Rosalie. She was looking at the car. Edward was nowhere to be found.

We exited the car, thanked Esme, and made our way to the fence that Rosalie was perched on. As we neared her, Edward appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and joined her. Cryptic.

"Hi." Rosalie spoke first. It wasn't much, but it was definitely progress. I wished Emmett were here to witness it, but I knew we couldn't push her, especially since we had already kind of done so by including me in the invite.

Alice smiled widely at her. "It's beautiful, Rosalie." She gestured across the whole expanse of land, but her eyes were glued to the horses.

Rosalie smiled too. "Looks like somebody's anxious to meet the horses."

"Come," Edward spoke up. "If you climb over the fence we'll take you to see them."

At this, Alice's eyes widened. I was pretty shocked myself. "Really?" I asked. "That's quite a…privilege."

"No matter," Edward said. "They aren't going to hurt you, and I'll assume you aren't going to hurt them either." He smiled, although I detected the smallest trace of warning in his voice.

"Of course not," Alice replied willingly. "If only you knew how long I've wanted to interact with horses."

Rosalie and Edward led us to the closest horse. It was pitch black except for a stripe down its nose.

"This is Cavallo. He's a playful one, but he will hurt you if he feels he's being threatened…"

When it got pitch black, it was time for us to leave. It was quite a task trying to drag Alice away from her beloved new friends, who seemed to love her as well. She just had a way with animals. We were also introduced to Raisin, who couldn't control herself and kept jumping on us and licking wherever she could reach. She was a cute little creature.

It was the hardest to separate Alice from Cavallo, with whom she had fallen in love with. She kept begging Rosalie and Edward to let her ride the black horse, but they kept telling her to give it some time. When Mrs. Brandon finally came to pick us up, Alice looked as sad from having to leave Cavallo as Raisin did from us having to leave her. Alice talked about her "adventure" nonstop in the car.

"One day I will fly with him," she kept telling me. "One day."

A/N: I couldn't think of what to write about, so this is a filler, kind of. The main point was just to show Rosalie's more carefree side, how she's a totally different person here.

Sorry, so I said I was going to put Edward's analysis of Bella in this chapter, but it just wrote itself and the plot has changed. Sorry…maybe a later chapter. :P I don't plan out my story just in case a sudden inspiration (like this chapter) changes the whole plot.

Dear forever yours named Raisin because her dad didn't want her to name her dog that. :P I wanted Potato but we decided it's better…for a pet bunny. LOL.

Nothing much to do today anyway…tomorrow I only have a half day and then I get the rest of the week off.

Trying to cut these bloody notes down -.-x…happy Thanksgiving everyone!