Alice heard a knock on her door and sniffed.

"Who is it?" She asked quietly. Emmett paused outside before answering.

"It's...Emmett. Can I come in?" He asked not waiting for a reply. He pushed open the door to revel Alice's pink bedroom. She had no lock on the door because their mother, Esme, worrying; What if a fire started and you didn't wake up and then you got locked in and died! Emmett had laughed at the time, but know he was glad she couldn't lock the door.

"Go away," her muffled voice came from the pillow. Emmett sighed and went to sit beside her.

"Ali, I'm sorry." He said, sighing softly. "I don't mean to be mean. It just sort of... happens." When she didn't reply he sighed again and looked around. Alice's bedroom hadn't changed in all the years he'd known her. Since she had been allowed to move out of Edward's room, Alice had always had the same bedroom. Certain aspects of it had grown up over the years, like the posters of pop artists which had replaced her Winnie the Pooh ones and her CD collection had replaced her stack of colouring books, but he could still see memories of his sister as she sat in the corner having a tea party for her 'Children'.

"Would you like some more Tea, Diesel?" She asked the stuffed pink bear, holding her little blue tea pot. She made the bear nod his head. "Okay then, here you go." She laughed as she poured the 'tea' into his cup. Alice looked up, her big blue eyes shining. "Hi, Em. Do you want to play?" She asked him. He shook his head, but didn't move from the door frame. "But It'll be fun!" She exclaimed getting up and running to grab his hand. She pulled him into the room and sat him down. "You can be Louis' daddy, and you can take him to play with my kids." Alice smiled to herself as she handed Emmett a blue hippopotamus which was wearing a tutu. Emmett smiled and picked it up.

Snapping out of memory, he looked at Alice who was still crying on her bed. He lay down and put his arms around her. She visibly stiffened against him but he pulled her closer. "Ali. I didn't mean to hurt you. What I said wasn't even true!" Emmett said holding onto her as she tried to wriggle away. "Ali. You know it's not true. Rose is single." He sighed. "Though, probably not for long." Alice sniffed. "It was pretty stupid what you did. She was the best girlfriend you've ever had." Alice said in a small voice, but she stopped wriggling. Emmett looked at her. "I know." He sighed. "Ali. I really didn't mean what I said. Truthfully, I'd prefer you to not have a boyfriend. I know what they're like." Alice giggled quietly from beside him. Emmett smiled. " So... am I forgiven?" He asked. "I am sorry." Alice turned to look at him. Her short hair stuck out more than usual. " I'll think about it." She smiled. Emmett grinned and pulled her into a hug. "Since you're so smart, and good with everything... Do you know how I can get Rose back?" He asked. Alice smiled. "We'll see. I might know something."

"Jasper. Come here." His father bellowed. Jasper walked slowly to the centre of the small kitchen. "What have you been doing?" He asked quietly. When Jasper didn't reply, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him. "What were you doing to get yourself so muddy?" He hissed again in Jasper's ear. Jasper opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was scared. He knew what his father was capable of, but he was too scared to speak.

"WELL?" He father bellowed, twisting his arm.

"I...me and a friend were playing outside." Jasper squeaked, trying to pull back from his father but the man's grasp was too strong.

"Oh, Yeah? And which friend was this?" Mr Whitlock asked him in a threatening voice.

"I'm not telling you!" Jasper said, suddenly feeling a bit braver. "You'll just go to his parents and make them punish him!" Jasper looked up into the red face of his father. He went the bravery that had filled him moments before was gone.

"Don't. You. EVER answer back to me like that!" His father yelled. Mr Whitlock drew his hand back and hit Jasper across the face. Jasper gasped as the rough hand connected with his face. He was knocked backwards, but his fathers right hand was still clutching his wrist. Jasper felt a sharp pain in his wrist as he snapped back against it. He felt tears running down his face, over the burning red half of his face.

"Stop crying!" His father said sharply. "Do 'ya want another slap? Well?" Jasper shook his head.

"So who was this friend then?"

Jasper looked down. "Peter Baker." He said quietly. His father dropped Jasper's arm and smiled smugly to himself.

"Now isn't it easier when you just tell me?" He asked. Jasper nodded. "Okay, then you can go on ahead to have a bath."

Jasper nodded again and ran to the bathroom, clutching his wrist. He turned on the bath taps with his good hand and looked in the mirror. The right side of his face was burning, and red. He gently poked it before, hissing in pain and getting a face cloth out of the cupboard. He ran the col tap over it, and placed it to his face. He closed his eyes briefly before looking down at his wrist it was tinged a purple colour and it was starting to swell. Jasper sniffed, and placed the cold face cloth to his wrist instead. He reached over to turn off the bath when-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

Jasper Whitlock sat up in his bed, breathing deeply. He reached out and turned the alarm off. He looked down at his wrist but it was fine. He sighed. It was just a dream. He thought. He looked at the clock beside him. He looked down at his white t-shirt. It was soaked in sweat. Jasper sighed and got up went to the bathroom. He ran the tap and looked at himself in the mirror. Half his face was slightly red, but after touching it he realised that he was just because he'd been lying on it. Get a grip. He told himself angrily. He's not coming after you. Jasper sighed, and turned off the tap. He stuck his face in the sink, and let himself cool down. When he was finished, he sighed and turned on the shower. He peeled off his wet shirt, and threw it to the ground. He climbed into the shower and waited for the water to heat up. He washed quickly before getting out and wrapping a towel around him. HE walked to his room and pulled his jeans and a loose black shirt out of his wardrobe. He got dressed, before going downstairs to get some breakfast.

He was eating a slice of toast when his mother came in wearing her dressing gown.

"Jazz, Honey. Do you have all your books?" she asked. He nodded, and pointed to his black rucksack. She nodded. "Right. Well, Rose will be here soon." Jasper sighed and went to find his shoes. He found his purple converse under the stairs. Jasper groaned and sat down to put them on. Just as he finished, he heard a car horn. He ran to the kitchen and picked up his bag.

"Rose's here." He said to his mom. She smiled. "Right, give me a kiss then." He bent down and kissed her cheek. "See you later, then." He called as he headed out the door. Rosalie was sitting in her red car, fiddling with her nails.

"Finally!" She said, pulling off. "I thought you didn't know it was me!" Jasper laughed.

"You didn't give me 5 minutes."

"Well, you should have been ready. She retorted. Jasper grinned again.

"Uh, Rose?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you wearin' sunglasses in Alaska?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. She sighed.

"Because it's to protect my eyes from sun rays!" She shook her head. "Dumb ass."