ARPOV (ARCELIA)
"Why not?" Ken whined childishly.
"Because,"
"Because why?"
"First, I am not made of plastic. Second, is my hair really that ugly buttery blonde color? I didn't think so." (AN: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST BLONDES OR ANY OF THE SHADES OF BLONDES HAIR.)
"Yeah, right."
"You are so immature."
"That's my charm."
"I'm not buying it."
"Of course not."
"Aww, Look at the lovers bicker, Rosalie. You and I need to have more fights like that."
"Why? So you have more excuses to-"
"BEEP!"
"Ken, shut up. You are so immature. And as for you, Emmet. Does it seriously look like I can even tolerate him?"
"Umm, yes." I hissed at him. Edward walked by at the most inopportune moment.
"Emmet, I'd run. There's mental images of very… violent ways to kill you. And it looks like she plans to carry them out.
"oh, c-"
"BEEP!! Does no one understand censoring these days?"
"Go away, Fido." I growled at him.
BPOV
I couldn't find Arcelia. So I tried a different tactic, one I hadn't tried since my sister thought Jasper saved us from the bombs.
Jasper… Jasper…? Are you alive? Are you here? I hissed in frustration at myself. First, I make a mistake that could have cost important people to lose their lives, Demetri, Arcelia, and now I'm talking to dead people? The monotony was driving me insane, more insane than the monotony from being a guard for Aro. I curled in on myself. So stupid, so stupid, stupid, stupid mistakes. Stupid me. Very stupid me.
JPOV
I stiffened when I heard something. No, a flash of something. …Jasper? Are you alive? Are you h- Then it was gone.
"Were you thinking to yourself?" Edward asked curiously, wondering what that was.
"No, no, not at all. I heard…. Something. I don't know what it was."
This is a short chapter because I am upset. So, to make me happy, updating longer and faster, I have something for you. You review, you get one question answered for any of my stories, even if it's a spoiler. This will go on until the end of Lost and only counts for lost.