Okay, obviously the black aeoniums didn't show up. But I'm sure if you google them, you'll find one or two with a green center. They either have green centers or red centers, and maybe one or two black centers. Anyway, they looked really cool when I found them, so that's why I used them.

By the way, we'll pretend that Jazzy hung the picture of the aeonium above the dresser instead of the bed that doesn't exist, okay? Okay. Roll clipul. It's, uh…Romanian. I put bits of Romanian in my stories sometimes, just because that's where vampires are theoretically supposed to come from…

Whatever. Roll clipul/Roll the clip.

"Um…Jasper?" Rosalie entered the room and stared at me with her golden gaze. "What are you doing?"

At the present, I was trying to draw Spongebob, which had been playing on the flat-screen television. I had paused the show with our expensive tivo remote, and was now trying to copy every line of the living sponge's body.

"Drawing," I murmured.

"That stupid kid's cartoon?" Rosalie asked, her voice jumping up an octave. "Why?"

"Because I suck at drawing," I said, "Thought I'd try something simple."

"So…you're drawing the most annoying sponge on earth." Rosalie said flatly.

"I told you, I suck!"

"Don't you think that's a bit drastic?" Rosalie asked.

"No," I said. "Why?"

"It's just…ever since you met Evadne…"

"Oh, sure," I broke in, throwing my unfinished drawing on the floor and turning to my adoptive sister. "What's happened since then, eh? I've been happier? More artistic? Under control?"

"Jasper, I'm on your side with this," Rosalie said angrily. That stopped me in my tracks.

"What?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "You? Rosalie, you hate humans!"

"I don't hate humans, Jasper," Rosalie said, rolling her eyes. "I just hate the ones that want to throw their lives away."

"So why are you on my side with this?"

"It's just…" Rosalie hesitated. "Evadne is so sweet. I really like her. Honestly, I think Edward should date her, not Bella."

"But you know, I could kill her." I wondered to myself why I was trying to make enemies of Rosalie.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I really don't believe that, Jasper," she said. What? "I don't think you would come close to killing that girl. You're not an animal, you know. You're not a newborn."

"Wow…T-thanks, Rose." How come Rosalie, the snotty, pretty blonde, was the only one that truly believed in me? That was so terribly ironic. And a little sad, too.

"Oh, no problem, Jazz," Rosalie said dismissively. "It's about time that you learned the control you need."

I stared at her, awed. The world was full of surprises.

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Before I knew it, Sunday had arrived, and Edward, Emmett, and I went out to hunt.

As we were driving in Emmett's jeep, Emmett spoke up. "Jasper," Emmett's voice was strong and sure, and it usually held a hint of humor, but not today. I was getting pretty sick of people starting conversations with that word.

"What is it this time?" I groaned.

"Nothing, man, don't freak out," Emmett said. "But I just want you to know –" I let out an over exaggerated groan. Emmett shot me an angry look, and continued. "I just want you to know that I don't care if you see Evadne."

"That's just because she called you handsome," I muttered under my breath.

"Hey, Jasper," Emmett said angrily. "There's no need to be a gloomy Gus."

"I'm always a gloomy Gus." I said.

"Jasper," came Edward's soft voice that Bella loved so much. "Be grateful. He's just saying that he supports you."

"I don't support him," Emmett corrected. "I'm just saying that I'm not involved in this; that's all."

"Well, I support him," Edward sniffed.

"Of course you do," Emmett said, the humor back in his voice.

"Oh, you're just upset that Rose won't let you have human friends," Edward teased. Emmett let out a good-natured, extra-loud guffaw, and then all was silent.

Okay, people. Ta-da! My goal for this? Really, just to get more reviewers than my cousin, currently 22. Of course, I would be honored if this was at the top of the Jasper-fics, but I'm getting ahead of myself. It would be silly to hope for, wouldn't it? After all, I seem to have a knack at driving reviewers away.

Who knows why?