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And my basketball team is going to the CHAMPIONSHIP GAME in our league!!!!!!!! Cheer on Big Red!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and Tokio Hotel? Yeah, THEY ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was random….ohhhhhhhweelllllllllllllll…..Hope ya enjoy this one! Sorry if the generations, etc., don't match up…I tried my best…………

When we got back from hunting, Jasper's eyes were mostly golden, with some red flecks in them. We figured it would be safe to go to the hospital.

The woman at the front desk looked like she was about 80. She was reading a magazine, chewing gum, and had a frown on her face that had probably been there for ages, and wouldn't be going away anytime soon. I checked the future, and saw that.

Jasper leaned against the counter, and said, "Hello, ma'am," in that amazing Southern accent of his that he still hasn't completely lost.

"I hate the South!" she said suddenly, smacking her gum and closing the magazine. "Those idiots thought slaves were alright! They fought to defend their weak little selves, and I hate them and everyone who comes from there!"

"Oh, I know! My great-grandfather died in the war! I think the Confederate cause is stupid!" Jasper said, looking the woman straight on. "I hate this accent. Makes people think I'm a Confederate, but I'm not, really!" Obviously, Jazz was lying through his perfectly white teeth. I was thinking This woman is living in the past…And she wasn't even alive!

"Anyway, ma'am," Jazz continued, "My great-uncle, Carlisle Cullen, used to work here. We're doing a report for school on him, my girlfriend, Alice, and I…" he gestured to me. "And we need some information on him…"

"Do you have authorization?" she asked.

We were prepared. We had another note.

He slipped it to her. She read it, and then disappeared into a backroom. She reappeared with a file folder, which she handed to us.

We sat on the benches outside the hospital while we flipped through the folder. When we had the information we needed, we walked it back inside.

"Thanks, ma'am," Jasper said, handing it back to her.

"No problem, hon," she replied, smiling.

When we got back to the hotel, Jasper and I sat on the couch.

"That was hard," he said slowly. "I wanted to kill her for hating the confederates, but I didn't want to displease you, so I…I think I wasn't very good at hiding it…"

"No, Jazz, I had no idea! And I was watching for it! You were amazing!"

"Really?" he smiled at me, and I smiled back, nodding.

"Jasper, I've 'known' you for a long time, but I never knew that you were such an amazing person. I love you."

"And I haven't known you for that long, but I feel as though I've 'known' you on the inside forever. And I love you, too."

With that, we hugged, then kissed. It was, once again, wonderful.

Go listen to Tokio Hotel! RIGHT NOW!!!!

Love,

TG17