Okay, so here's the next wonderful chapter! FF has been fightinng with me and didnt want me to upload this chapter, but I got it up. Warning: no unicorns were harmed in the making of this chapter.

disclaimer: I own not a single character. I lost the custody battle for Jasper. :(The characters come from the mind of Stephanie Meyer. The only thing that's mine is the plot. And the epic new room :D Anyway, stop reading this and get on with the story! Jeez, like watching me yammer on and on and on and on... Get a life! Haha I'm just kidding. Continue having no life so you can keep reading!

As soon as we got the all clear from Alice, I sent Jazz to ask Rosalie if she wanted to come. Of course, she had answered, anything to escape the bitch. They quickly packed an overnight bag. I didn't bother. I went shopping with Alice so often, I had a wardrobe there. Jasper grabbed my hand and led me to Rose's room, where she was just finishing up packing. She slung her bag over her shoulder, flipped her blonde hair out from under the strap, and smiled. "Let's roll," she said, grabbing a white Hollister hoodie and draping it over her arm. She grabbed a set of keys and I followed them out into the garage.

Pushing the button on her remote, she unlocked the doors to a sleek, red M3 convertible. I gasped. Rosalie snickered, but didn't say anything. I slid into the backseat while Jasper took the passenger. She started the car and, after a minute, the silence annoyed me.

"I don't get it. Jasper's bike, your car. How can you guys afford them?" I asked. I saw Jazz's cheek lift and I knew he was smiling. Rose sighed. "When mom and dad died, we were left a small fortune that Maria was never told about. We knew she'd use it for herself, so we hid it. We told her Jasper had collected and saved money for his bike and I won my car in a contest. Now, we use the money for clothes when we need something, or food when the bitch won't feed me," Rose explained, growling at the end as she spoke of her aunt. I nodded. "Yeah, I mean, Jasper told me what happened. I'm sorry," I told her. Rose shook her head. "Don't feel sorry for us. Mom's death couldn't be avoided. We couldn't help her, yet dad felt it was his fault that she was gone. He was a mess without her. That's why I don't blame him for his death. I mean, I wish that he wouldn't have worked late that night. Maybe he could have gotten there before the mugger. Then there are times when I wish he worked even later and it could have been someone else. But I don't hate him for what happened. He was trying to hold on to the last thing he really had left of his wife, his best friend," she defended. I scoffed. "The last thing? Rose, he had you two and he left you! He put you in a person's care when it could have all been avoided!" I yelled. Rose slammed on the brake. "Bella, you knew our mother how much do we truly remind you of her? Jazz has her eyes and I have her smile. That's about it! He didn't have our mother in us! That ring was all he had. Even though she died, he fought for her. My father was the strongest man I knew. I'll always respect him for what he did," she argued back. I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. Rose sighed and tucked a strand of her gold hair behind her ear, revealing one large silver hoop earring. She pressed down on her gas, putting us back in motion. We drove in silence after that and it no longer annoyed me.

After about ten minutes, we started up the driveway. Alice's large home was enclosed in a forest. I always calmed down as the old oaks and maples surrounded me. I always felt at home. I sighed and Jasper shot a look back at me with a smile. Soon enough, we reached the door and I realized that she had left it open. I smiled when I realized I was more in my element here than the twins were. I led them in and was immediately attacked by a pixie. I giggled as she detached herself from me almost as soon as we made contact. She smiled. "Hey guys. It's been a while since we really hung out," Alice said pointedly. Jasper smiled shyly, knowing she directed that at him. "Come on in and relax," she insisted, gesturing to the cleared living room where chips, pop, a mini fridge, movies and blankets and pillows were set up. I cringed. I longed for my fluffy bed. I looked up towards my room and Alice laughed. "Sorry, Bellsie, but you know my sleepover rules with large amounts of guests," she reminded me. I sighed. "Yeah, yeah. No individuals allowed behind closed doors unless using the bathroom or given express consent by a Ms. Alice Brandon," I recited, my voice flat. I looked back at my pixie friend in time to see her eyes light up and I knew what that meant.

Edward.

She ran to him and he opened him arms for her to jump into. When he grabbed her, he spun her around once, realized what he was doing, and put her back on the ground. Realization flashed in her eyes and they started to flood with tears. I took a step towards her, but Jazz kept me from moving any closer. "Let them work this out on their own," he whispered in my ear, his cool breath caressing my cheek. I shivered. I saw Edward wrap his arms around Alice's tiny shoulders. Her arms snaked around his waist and he buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. A tear rolled down her cheek and she stepped away from him. "I can't do this," she whispered before running up the stairs and slamming her door shut. I looked over at Edward. His expression reminded me of a man burning. I sighed. "Let me go console her," I said, shaking away from Jazz. Edward looked at me, his green eyes hard. In that instant, I realized Edward and Jasper could have been related more than Jazz and Rose would. I smiled.

"No," he said, voice shaking, pulling me from my thoughts. "I'm going. This is all my fault," he whispered. I walked over to him and took his hand. "We'll both go. She needs us both," I solved. He nodded, but didn't make an effort to take his hand back. We walked up the stairs slowly, giving us both a chance to figure out what to say. A moment later, were we standing outside a hot pink door. I knocked lightly on the door and I heard her sobs soften to the occasional sniffle. "What?" she asked, voice weak. "Kitty, you need to come back out. We're worried about you. We love you," I told her. "Love, come on out. We can't possibly have a party without our spiky haired host, now can we?" Edward asked with the ghost of a smile of his lips. I heard her sheets ruffle and the scuffing of feet in the floor. I heard the lock being removed from its position and the door opened, revealing a red eyed Alice. I hugged her, but she pushed me away after a moment. She took a step over and wrapped Edward in an embrace. She sighed and stepped away. "Edward, this can't work between us," she cried, tears threatening to reappear. I cleared my throat.

"Ali, has he ever driven you insane?" I asked. She shook her head, clearly confused. "Have you ever wanted to sell him to the circus or zoo to get rid of him?" Another no. "And have you grown up with him?" I already knew the answer to that one. He had come to Forks in the sixth grade, after Jasper ditched us. He fit in with Jazz easily, but still talked to Alice and even myself at times. She smiled and shook her head. "Of course not," she answered, staring into Edward's eyes. I smiled. "Then I don't see you two as siblings. And neither does anyone downstairs. We see two teenagers who have been in love since the eighth grade. Stay together, because it'll be impossible to keep you two away from each other as siblings," I rationalized. They smiled and nodded at me. Alice hugged me, then ran downstairs to resume playing hostess.

Edward smiled at me. "You were right," he simply said. I cocked my head in confusion. He smiled a crooked smile and I see why Alice fell for him. "She did need both of us. If it were just you, she'd still be in her room. But, without you, I wouldn't have my love, and for that, I thank you," he explained. I smiled. "No problem, Edward. She is my best friend." with that, I pivoted on my heel and went downstairs. Alice was glowing. "Bellsie, Eddie, we're playing Truth or Dare! Come on!" she said, dragging us from the stairs to the living room floor. She pulled out her IPod and we played using the dares from the app, but our truths had to be our own.

"Jasper! Truth or dare?" Emmett asked. I hadn't noticed he walked in, but I guess it was after we went upstairs. Rose was already snuggled into his side. I smiled at them. In this setting, so normal, you would never have guessed that she was treated so badly at home. He pondered the question then smiled. "Dare," he said easily. Emmett grinned. "I dare you to..." he pushed the little button on the screen and laughed. "Lick the stomach of the player to your right," he read. I laughed. The person to his right was Alice. His head dropped into his hands and he started shaking. It took me a second to realize he was laughing. He recovered quickly and looked over at Alice, who was laying on her back, shirt revealing her tummy and hands behind her head. A smiled tugged at the corners of her lips and for a second, I thought he was going to chicken out. But before my eyes could catch the motion, he leaned down and licked from the waistband of her jeans to where her shirt was folded. Emmett fell to the ground laughing. Jasper searched each of our faces before stopping on Edward. "Truth or dare, Cullen?" he asked, teasing heavy in his voice. Edward smirked. "Dare, Hale," he answered. Jasper stood, grabbed the device and pushed the button. "I dare you to.." he glance down and his face fell. I wanted to laugh until I heard the dare. "Make out with the player to your right," he finished. I gasped. Jasper sat on my right with Edward on my left, which put my to his right. I gulped, because Edward didn't chicken out of a dare. He glanced at Alice the same time I did and I saw her nod with a smile. Evil pixie. I sighed and saw Edward sliding towards me. I smirked. This could be fun, I thought. I decided to play it up. I slid the rest of the way to him and leaned close to his ear. "Play along," I whispered. He nodded slightly and I threw my leg over his and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands found my waist and he pulled me closer. My head leaned down as I grazed my lips past his. He licked his lips and reached up to touch his lips to mine. Suddenly, the hormonal teenager in me took control. I felt my eyes flutter shut and I pressed my lips harder against his and I felt our mouths moving in synchronization. He returned the pressure and I sighed, parting my lips. He licked my lower lip, asking for entrance. I accepted and our tongues battled for dominance. My hands tangled into his bronze hair and he pulled us so close together that it was hard to tell we were two separate beings. Edward rolled out from underneath me and pushed me into the couch. I heard someone clear their throat, but it sounded far away. His hands glided up my sides and found comfort at the sides of my face, but quickly they fell back and lost themselves in my dark tresses.

Suddenly, Edward's form was off of me and I realized what had happened. I had gotten lost kissing my best friend's boyfriend. My cheeks flushed scarlet as I looked for any trance of anger or betrayal in either my boyfriend's or best friend's face, but Alice was either hiding it by appearing amused or didn't care. Jasper looked more annoyed than mad. And did I see jealousy in his eyes? I looked over at Edward, who was standing about ten feet away. His green eyes were dark and I knew my chocolate ones were almost a coffee color. They revealed what no one wanted to say: we had enjoyed that much, much more than we should have.

Feeling horrible, I jumped up and ran up the stairs into my room and flipping the lock quickly. I walked out to my balcony and took a deep breath, letting the cool air calm me. Turning slightly, I smiled at the window with the white shudders drawn. My study. It was a room I found years ago that couldn't accessed through the inside of the house, so Carlisle agreed that I should have it, since it was connected to my room. Only we knew it was there. Over the years, we've added a piano and many bookshelves filled with books. Now, it's where I hide away. I steadied myself on the lip on the rail and pulled myself through, too upset to use the stair things. Once inside, I closed the shutters, and turned on the light. I walked slowly to my piano and ran my hand over the smooth surface. Smiling softly, I sat on the bench and felt my fingers preparing to play. Soon, a soft melody that I've never played before arises and I couldn't, wouldn't, stop playing it. Around the middle, it turned dark. My betrayal ripped through me. How could I enjoy kissing my best friend's boyfriend, especially when I just got them back together.

Technically, they're related, a little voice in my head said. They shouldn't even be together.

You love Jasper, another one pointed out.

It was a dare, said another. It didn't mean anything.

A tear rolled down my cheek and my hands slammed into the keys. I rose from the bench and went to sit in a small armchair in the corner. I brought my knees to my chest as the tears fell faster. I hurt Jasper, I hurt Jasper. I hurt him. I didn't notice that I was digging my nails into my wrists until I felt the pain from pulling them away. I chanced a glance down and saw little nail shaped holes that were quickly filling up with blood. I sighed. A knock at the window made me jump, but I made no effort to get up. More tears fell and I looked down into my lap and the shutters open to reveal a concerned Jasper. I heard his feet hit the floor as he made his way over to me. I barely saw him kneel in front of me and he took my face in his hands. When I didn't lift my head, he lifted it for me. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Just go, Jazz. I don't want to hurt you again," I whispered, freeing my head from his hold. His eyebrows knit together. "What? Again? Bella, you didn't hurt me with the game. It was exactly that, a game. It didn't mean anything," he said, confirming what the third voice said. I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. He pushed a strand of hair from my eyes that I hadn't noticed had fallen. He smiled. "Come on back down. I won't have any fun with you," he begged. I nodded slowly and I let him take my hand that was bleeding. It didn't escape his attention. His eyes caught mine again.

"Isabella," he said slowly. I wanted to run, to cower behind my piano until he left, but he held me, so I settled for turning my face away. He made me look at him. "Bella, this is crazy. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the stupid app for having that dare. I'm mad at Edward for going through with it, but I'm not mad at you. Hell, no one is mad at you," he said smiling. It didn't make me feel better. I wanted him to hate me, to tell me that he never wanted to see me again. I wanted him to say that he couldn't believe that I would do that and that he could never love me. Maybe then, I wouldn't hate myself.

Slowly, he kissed each little cut and held my hand. "Come on," he simply said. I stood and he helped me out. He led me back down into the living room and I curled into his side. Edward sat back in his spot. "Bella," he started. I shook my head. Edward smiled. "Truth or dare?" I groaned, then thought hard. "Dare," I said, my voice stronger than I expected. He grabbed the iPod and pressed the glorious button. "Seduce the player on your right," he read. I laughed. Jasper. I rotated slightly to face him and straddled him the same way I did to Edward. My head dropped to his neck and I placed light kisses and nips down until I reached the hollow of his throat. I ran my hands through his gold hair and gave a slight pull. A small growl escaped his throat and I laughed.

"Hmm, that was easy," I commented, causing him to turn a light pink color. "How did you learn to do that, Bella? I thought you were a virgin," Emmett asked. I smiled. "Freshman year, I was down on my aunt's ranch in Okalahoma in the summer and I started dating this guy and it got serious. We almost did it, but I just wasn't ready and I was leaving the next day. I just kinda... Remembered," I explained. They nodded. The game lasted a while. I dared Rose, who asked Alice, who asked Emmett. Play was passed to me when Emmett asked me who my celebrity crush was and I was incredibly embarrassed to tell them that I had the hits for Monroe Jackson Rathbone.

Since I had control, I turned to Jasper. "Truth or dare, Jazz?" I asked sweetly. He narrowed his eyes at me. I guess he might have been afraid of what the IPod might say, but he called out "Truth," and I got serious. I wanted to ask him the biggest question I've been asking myself. "Why did you abandon me in the sixth grade?" He froze, truly afraid to answer.

"Well..."

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