So, this is late. I'm sorry about that. My sister's house actually caught on fire last night, so I drove to help her get her stuff out today. It was crazy. New Moon may have saved her and her roommate's lives, though. Two girls were coming home from the midnight showing of the movie at three in the morning, saw the flames, called the fire department and then banged on the door to wake them up. (Smoke alarms did not go off) Well, I guess those girls actually saved them; New Moon just played a part in the timing of everything. Needless to say, it's been a stressful, crazy day.

But, I do have it done now! I'm so sorry for not getting back to y'all reviews last chapter, but I was trying to get this one written. lol. I'll reply soon, though! Big thanks to Mombailey and PhoenixRising25 for looking over this for me last minute. Those two are pretty awesome, just saying.

I know that last chapter kind of jumped around, but there were some things with Alice that I wanted y'all to see from Jasper's POV, so there is a lot of that in this chapter. :)

So, Twilight? Edward? Jasper? None of them are mine.

God, this is a horrible movie. Why am I at a fucking romantic comedy on a Sunday afternoon with the guy I like, his sister and his girlfriend. When did this become my life?

Alice turns and gives me a smile before giving her full attention back to the movie. I smile back at her, even though she's no longer looking at me. It's so crazy how different Alice and Edward are. Alice is loud and unmistakable. She would never be one to blend into the background. Edward is quieter and more reserved, but at the same time, there is something about him. He just has that thing, as well.

Besides their insane green eyes, they don't look that much alike, either. I suppose Rosalie and I are the rarity, siblings that look like twins. When you get Alice and Edward together, though, it's obvious that they're sister and brother, and close ones as that. I've loved getting to know Alice's Edward. "Bub" is protective, caring and almost strict. When she's around, a lot of his focus is dedicated to her, even if he's feigning annoyance that it is.

It's funny that I'm almost jealous of her. When Edward and I are together, it is mostly one on one, and I'm not used to sharing. I mean, I know there's Bella, but he keeps us separate most of the time. Alice, even though she's only been here since yesterday morning, has a way of bringing everyone together, hence this stupid fucking movie.

She's pretty damn hilarious, too. The girl is a trip! She's always running her mouth at a mile a minute, spewing out any tiny thing that passes through her mind. She has no filter. Edward is the same way, really. He is himself, all the time.

Alice has been watching me closely since the moment I met her, giving me sly smiles and a lot of attention. I seriously hope I don't end up having to turn down her advances. She's definitely not the Cullen I want.

Somehow, I ended up sitting between Alice and Edward with Bella on Edward's other side. Slouching in my seat, I watch him from my peripheral, enjoying the way he crinkles his nose and rolls his eyes at the dumb shit, and how he genuinely smiles and laughs at what he finds funny. Most guys I know would pretend to hate everything about this movie, just because it's a chick flick.

God, he's so fucking beautiful it about breaks my damn heart. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving break because I need a few days away from him to get my head back on straight. I have to figure my shit out, and that includes my feelings for Edward. I mean, I'm obviously highly attracted to him, but the whole situation with Peter just showed me that it runs a lot deeper than that.

I just need to admit it, come to terms with it and then try to move on. He's not going to like me back, so I need to find someone who will.

"Jasper," Alice whispers my name.

I look at her from the corner of my eyes. "What?" I whisper back. I notice Edward unabashedly watching us from his seat with a frown on his face.

"Come with me to get some popcorn." It's not a question, so I just shrug in acquiesce.

"Where are you going?" Edward asks, his whisper sounding more like a hiss.

I stand, leaning forward to not block the view of the people sitting behind us. "Popcorn."

He huffs, looking at the screen then back at me. "Well, hurry up. I don't want to have to explain to you all the shit you miss."

Nodding, I turn my back to him and roll my eyes. I follow Alice down the aisle, excusing myself to everyone one who has to watch my ass slide past their face. Once we're in the hall of the theater, Alice sighs excitedly, turning to me with a giant smile on her face. "Finally," she chirps. "We're alone."

"Umm..." I start, unconsciously stepping away from her.

"Relax," she tells me, putting her hands up. "I'm not going to put the moves on you." I laugh. "I just need to ask you a question."

"Oh." I fall in step beside her, walking slowly so every two of her frantic paces matches one of my languid ones.

"I don't know how to ask this, so I'm just going to come right out and do it." She takes a deep breath. "Areyougay?"

"Excuse me?" I croak.

She turns, looking up at me with a fretful smile. "Jasper, are you gay?" she asks once more, only much slower.

"Umm... I..." I stutter, looking anywhere but at the tiny girl in front of me.

"Shit. I shouldn't have asked that," she berates herself, and I glance down to see her frowning. She blinks back tears, and I immediately want to comfort her. It's the same feelings I get with Rose, except that Rose is a pittbull, and Alice is a tea cup poodle. She actually needs protecting.

"Yes," I whisper. "I'm gay."

She smiles, swiping her fingers under her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Jasper. That was rude of me to ask you that. It's really none of my business."

"It's okay," I assure her. "It really is. It's just that..." I trail off.

"Does Edward know?" She seems to know exactly where my mind is at. I shake my head.

"Why not?" She questions.

I sigh. "No one knows, not really."

"Oh," she states simply. "In that case, your secret is safe with me." She mimes zipping her lips and throwing away the key. I'm relieved that actually saying it out loud, admitting that yes, I'm gay, was not so bad. It felt nice, almost relieving.

"Thanks, Alice. Let's go get you some popcorn." I throw my arm over her delicate shoulders, and we walk the rest of the way to the concession stand in the lobby. After giving into her demands of an extra large tub with double butter, we head back to the theater.

I reach for the handle of the door to theater 12, but Alice places her hand on mine, stopping me. "Jasper," she starts, pulling me to face her. "I have one more question."

"Okay." I brace myself for whatever she's going to ask. After the whopper of ten minutes ago, I imagine nothing could be more shocking for me.

"Do you like Edward?"

I was wrong.

"No! What?" I spit out. "Why... why would you think that?" The words sound awkward to my own ears.

"You don't have a thing for Edward?" She asks again, giving me a pointed look. God, it's like her eyes are dissecting my every facial expression. I have the undeniable feeling that it would be almost impossible to pull anything over Alice.

"No?" I state, but it sounds like a question, as though, I'm asking for her approval.

"Ooookay," she pulls the word out, obviously not believing me, and flings the door open to the theater. We head up the steps to our aisle, repeating the scooting and apologizing process to everyone on our row. Alice plops down in her seat happily, immediately inhaling the popcorn from the tub that looks comical in her tiny lap.

I hold my seat down gingerly and sit, feeling suddenly more uncomfortable next to Edward in the dark movie theater now that I know Alice sees all.

"What took you two so long?" Edward practically barks at me. Bella shushes him. "It shouldn't take so long to get popcorn," he continues in a whisper.

"There was a line," I answer, not daring to look away from the screen.

"But..."

"Shut up, Bub!" Alice interrupts him, peering at Edward from around my body. "Some of us are trying to watch a movie!"

*~J~*

School takes up most of my time Monday and Tuesday, so I don't see Alice and Bella again until Tuesday evening when they come to the dorm. Edward orders pizza, and we all sit on the floor, huddled around the open box.

Alice plops down in my lap, holding tight around my neck with one hand and eating more pizza than she should be able to with the other. Edward practically growls at me, and I attempt to move her to the floor. She just holds on tighter.

"This is good," Alice mumbles through yet another bite, "but it doesn't have anything on Chicago."

"Alice?" Edward calls out her name. "Why are you sitting in Jasper's lap?"

She smiles at him. "Because, it's comfortable. Have you tried it?" She winks at me.

"Alice!" he hisses, shaking his head no. He furrows his brow.

"What?" She asks with an innocent smile and wide eyes. "Jasper doesn't mind me sitting in his lap, do you?" I would like to say that the baby voice she uses is annoying, but it's just too fucking cute.

I laugh. "No, I don't mind, darlin'." I pat the side of my thighs. "It's here whenever you need it."

She wraps her arms around my neck, giving me a nice warm hug. I fucking love hugs, I really do. Especially those from my mom, but Alice can hold her own in the hug department. It's friendly, caring and reassuring. I can't help but hug her back.

Edward clears his throat. "Are you two going to hang all over each other all night?"

"I think they look sweet," Bella retorts, smiling at us. "It's just a hug."

"Just a hug?" Edward questions, his voice rising.

"Yeah, so calm down," she tells him, shaking her head. I watch as she reaches over and squeezes his hand. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't reach out to her, either. He just accepts what she gives him, attention wise, not ever really returning it. I feel rather sorry for Bella. All she wants is Edward.

I can totally relate.

"Man," Alice starts talking, still perched in my lap. "You should have seen the stuff Bella and I found today. There were some amazing sales!"

"It's like Alice knew where to go to find the best deals," Bella adds with a chuckle. "If she starts predicting lotto numbers, I'm buying."

"Yeah, in three years," I laugh.

She smiles at me. "Good point."

"Also, I met the cutest boys today!" Alice says. "I'll say it again. I cannot wait until college."

"Alice!" Edward once again says her name in a reprimanding tone. "You're sitting on Jasper's lap and talking about other boys..." he sputters out.

"So?" She asks, motioning with her hands for him to continue.

"It's inappropriate!"

"Jasper knows that I can't be tied down to one person. I'm a free bird, Bub," she tells him with a smile. Turning to me, she adds in a dramatic voice worthy of any soap opera, "You'll wait for me, though, won't you, darling?"

"Always," I sigh out, clasping her hands in mine before breaking down in laughter. Alice and Bella start giggling, as well. Edward doesn't look quite as amused.

In fact, he looks pissed.

"I think it's working," Alice suddenly whispers into my ear. She nods at Edward, and I look over to find him staring at us, frustration and dislike covering his features. "He's totally jealous."

I look at her; my brows raise in question. She winks in answer. "Alice, I don't..."

She cuts me off by jumping out of my lap. "Let's go get some ice cream!"

After getting ice cream and watching Alice take out four scoops of mint chocolate chip, we drop the girls off at the dorm. Since I won't be seeing Alice before they leave tomorrow, I give her a kiss on the cheek in farewell. Somehow, this crazy energized tiny girl knows all my secrets, and I just hope they stay with her.

We walk back to the dorm in an uncomfortable silence. Edward's lips are pursued into a tight line, and he keeps taking loud, seething breaths. He doesn't really hide his anger very well, that's for sure.

When we get back to the dorm, I try to lighten the mood. "Fuck, does Alice have a hollow leg? Your sister sure can eat." I laugh halfheartedly.

"What are your intentions with Alice?" Edward asks me in a clipped tone.

"Intentions?" I question, hoping he'll clarify.

"She's in high school, Jasper, and I really think you two together would be a bad idea."

"Together?"

"Shit, Jasper!" he yells out. "Together! It's obvious that you two fucking like each other, but I don't want you dating Alice."

His glare and authoritative tone are starting to piss me off. "Why wouldn't you want me with Alice, Edward?"

He starts to pace back and forth, mumbling to himself. I wait for a moment before asking him again. "Why wouldn't you want me to date her?"

"Because I don't fucking like it!" he screams at me, turning to me with clenched fists. "You cannot date my sister. I won't allow it!"

"You can't control me," I spit out. I'm so fucking pissed I can't see straight. Memories of my father flash through my head, like snapshots of all the worst moments, making me feel as though I'm slipping back to when I actually didn't have any control, any say in my life.

All I know is I have to get the fuck out of this dorm room before I break something. Without another word, I grab my car keys and head for the door, slamming it behind me.

I stomp to my car and get in, forcefully turning the key and gunning it out of the parking lot. I drive without thought, ending up outside my favorite gay club where the bouncer never cards me. I'm dressed in a blue plaid button up with gray jeans, not my normal apparel for a place like this, but what the fuck? I can't drive around all night, and maybe, a beer or two is just what I need to calm my ass down.

Fucking Edward with his fucking commands. I don't think so.

Smiling at Paul, the bouncer, gets me past the ropes. He leans over, showing me his cheek, so I kiss him in greeting, whispering my thanks in his hear. He grins at me, shooing me into the bar. The thumping beat of the music consumes my thoughts. It's too loud to think about anything else, and I welcome the distraction.

Saddling up to the bar, I grab a stool and order a Sam Adam's, turning my body toward the dance floor smack in the middle of the club. Even though it's Tuesday, there are a good number of guys here, and I watch the shirtless boys practically fuck, disguised as dancing.

The bartender slides me my beer, and I go ahead and pay, figuring since I do have class tomorrow, I should stop at one. Also, I have to drive back to the dorms. I just need to wait until Edward goes to sleep. I cannot deal with anymore of that bullshit tonight.

"You have far too nice of a smile to be frowning," someone says into my ear, and I turn, finding cool blue eyes staring at me. I take in the rest of his face. He has short brown hair, a strong jaw and plump lips. He's about the same height as me, but a little more built; well defined muscles obviously hidden under the t-shirt stretched across his chest. All in all, he's fucking hot.

"You think so?" I ask, running my fingers through my curls.

He nods, giving me a sexy, close-lipped grin, revealing two perfect dimples in his cheeks. "Well, those dimples are about the cutest things I've ever seen," I flirt.

"You think so?" He repeats my question, and I laugh, relaxing into the comforting action.

"I'm Jasper. It's a pleasure to meet you," I tell him, placing my hand in front of me.

He takes my hand in his, not shaking, just holding. "Felix, and the pleasure is definitely all mine."

"Hmm..." I respond unintelligibly, giving him a smirk. "So," I start then take a swig of my beer. "Come here often?" I deadpan with a waggle of my eyebrows.

*~J~*

I wake up early the next morning and sneak out of the room to the gym. I work out some of my frustration with Edward by pounding the indoor track hard. By the time I leave, I'm not exactly angry anymore, but I'm not ready to deal with him yet, either.

The way he freaked out over the whole Alice situation has got me really shaken. I mean, when it comes to Rose, I am super protective, so I totally get him looking out for Alice. It's just that, it was me he was talking to. He knows me. I've opened up more to him than to anyone, and for him to say that he didn't want me with Alice, like I'm not good enough for her, really hurt. His anger seemed so out of control, though; it worried me, as well. Instability is not something I need around me.

If him thinking I wasn't good enough for Alice was the only option, I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. The thing is, I can't help but feel that Alice was right about him being jealous, but that just adds more fuel to the fire of hope I'm already trying to squelch. I can't let myself grown any more attached to Edward. It's just going to end up hurting me.

I go ahead and shower and dress in the locker room, heading immediately to class when I leave the gym. I barely pay attention to anything in either of my classes. After I'm done for the day, I book it back to the room, pack a bag and hit the road.

Five and half hours and two cups of coffee later, I pull into my driveway in Portland. I grab my dirty laundry from Richard's trunk and let myself in from the door in the garage. My mom is away at the conference thing she told me about, so I have the house to myself. It's rare for me to have nights alone, and after a few days hanging around Alice, I'm looking forward to the silence.

I text my mom and Rose to let them know I made it back safe, start a load of laundry and hit the couch. I let myself get caught up in a crappy action flick on TBS, and right as the White House blows up, the doorbell rings.

Begrudgingly, I leave the warm comfort of the leather couch and walk to the entry hall. I peek out the glass, take a deep breath to steel my resolve and open the door.

"Hey, Peter," I greet him with a smile. "What's up?"

He smiles in return, and I step aside, motioning for him to enter. "Not much. I just remember that your mom wasn't going to be home, so I decided to walk over." Peter lives down the block, and he was one of the first people I met in Portland. "She's not here, right?"

"No, she's..."

"Good," he cuts me off, slamming the door shut and pressing his lips to mine.

I try to push him away, but he holds my face against his by his hands in my hair. "Pedhurd," I mumble his name into his mouth. His hands roam down to my shoulders and back, and I finally break away. "Peter," I say his name again, only this time it actually works.

He pulls his lips away from my neck to grunt, "Huh?"

I push at his shoulders. "Stop. Please."

He must hear the truth of my words because he pulls back, concern etched into his face. "What's wrong, JJ?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just..." I pause, not sure how to go about this. "Let's go sit down."

He crinkles his forehead. "Okay."

I lead him to the living room, and I motion him to sit on side of the couch. I sit on the other. "Why so far away?" He asks with a smirk. "I only bite when you ask me to."

Rolling my eyes playfully, I shake my head. "Peter, we can't do this anymore," I say, getting straight to the point.

He rubs his chin with his open hand. "Do what exactly?" He asks in a voice that lets me know he fully understands what I'm saying. He just wants to hear it out loud.

"We can't hook up anymore."

"We just had sex on Friday," he states seriously. "What's changed in the last five days, JJ?"

I take a deep breath. "Everything," I sigh, "and nothing at the same time."

"Well, that makes a lot of sense," he mutters sarcastically.

"I just can't have that type of relationship with you anymore, Peter," I tell him honestly.

"A sexual relationship?" he clarifies.

I nod. "I don't want casual sex."

His mouth drops in shock. "Ever?" he asks in disbelief.

"I don't know, maybe not," I sigh. "Definitely not right now, though. I want more."

"I can't do more, JJ," he states nervously.

I give him a small smile. "I know, and I understand that. Besides," I tease, "it's not you I want a relationship with, Peter." He laughs lightly.

"Edward?" He asks after a moment, serious once more.

I shrug. "I don't know. I'm just sick of hiding."

He looks at me for a moment, then gives me an understanding smile. He turns his body toward the television. "What are we watching?"

*~J~*

I wake up the next day to the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove, and I smile. I actually went to bed before my mom got home, and I'm eager to see her. I hate that she had to travel all the way to New York for that conference, and I need to make sure she's alright.

I trudge down the hall on bare feet to the kitchen, where my mom is singing to the radio, swaying slightly to the music as she fixes breakfast. "Well, someone's in a good mood," I call out to her back, startling her.

She jumps, turning to me and waving the spatula menacingly at my face. "JJ, you almost gave me a heart attack!" she chides, clutching her chest with her other hand.

"Sorry," I mumble out, unsuccessfully holding back my laughter.

She clucks her tongue at me and spins back around to the stove. "Set the table, baby. This is almost ready."

After a delicious meal of bacon and scrambled eggs, where she assured me everything went fine in New York, she shoos me out of the kitchen to start preparingThanksgiving dinner. I offer to help, but considering I'm terrible when it comes to cooking, she knows I'd only slow her down. Seriously, I can't even make a grilled cheese sandwich without charring both pieces of bread.

A couple of hours later, Rose and Emmett show up. Rose heads into the kitchen to help, and Em walks into the family room, plopping down onto the arm chair.

I nod in greeting, immediately turning my attention back to some random holiday special on television. "Guitar Hero?" I suggest.

"Hell yeah," he agrees.

About ten minutes after our world tour is finished, my mom calls us to the table. Emmett runs ahead of me, excited about the meal. I swear that guy can eat. It's almost fucking ridiculous how much food he can take out in one sitting.

I enter the dining room and take my seat. My mom says the prayer, and we pass the dishes around the table, serving ourselves. The mood at the table is light, my mother being exceptionally high spirited.

After a rather boring story from my mom about the conference in New York, Rose turns to me, smirking. "So, little brother," she starts. "How's college going?"

"Fine."

"You partying it up? Going crazy? Living the single life?"

I make a face. "Are you going somewhere with this line of questioning, Rose?"

"I'm just making conversation," she insists.

I harrumph in disbelief. Rose never does anything without reason, just like she never goes outside without looking perfect. Everything with her is meticulously planned out.

I fork another piece of turkey onto my plate. "The bird is excellent, mom," I praise. All the food is fantastic. She's an awesome cook. I think it might be a Southern thing.

"That's sweet of you to say, JJ," she says with a smile. "I'm glad you like it."

"He really is sweet, isn't he?" Rose adds with mock sincerity. "How is it that some girl hasn't snatched you up?"

I sigh. "Why are you so concerned about my dating status, Rose?"

"Can't I be curious about what's going on in your life, Jasper?" She implores. "It is a little strange that you've never had a girlfriend..."

"Rose!" my mom chides, interrupting her. "Leave your brother alone."

"Emmett, have you found any spaces for the garage?" my mom asks my brother-in-law, changing the subject.

He swallows the bite in his mouth. "We've looked at a few prospects, but we haven't found the right place yet."

"Jasper, why don't you have a girlfriend?" Rose questions me once again, practically cutting her husband off.

I growl in frustration. "Because I don't, Rose!"

"I just don't understand. You're a good looking guy. I'm sure lots of girls would like to date you," she insists.

"I don't want a girlfriend!" I yell. "I never want a girlfriend!"

"Never?" She asks in disbelief.

"I'm gay," I blurt out in almost a whisper. Besides Emmett's coughing from the mashed potatoes he choked on after my confession, the table is silent. I keep my eyes on my plate. I meant it yesterday when I said I was sick of hiding, but I never meant to come out to my family like this.

Fucking Rose and her nagging questions.

"So," Rose says, patting Emmett on the back to help clear his throat, "why don't you have a boyfriend, then?"

I lift my face in her direction. "Is that it?" I ask skeptically. "That's all you have to say."

She shrugs. "I don't care that you like guys, JJ," she tells me as warmly as Rose can. "I just want you to be happy."

"Uh, yeah," Emmett adds through heavy breath, still recovering from his choking incident. "It's cool that you like dick." Rose slaps him on the arm.

I turn to my mom who hasn't spoken yet. She has tears in her eyes, and my heart drops into my stomach.

"Mom?" I ask in a shaky voice, bracing myself for the worst.

She dabs at her eyes with her napkin before reaching across the table and grasping my hand with hers. "Jasper, I am so proud of you," she whispers fiercely. "I know that was a hard thing for you to tell us, and I'm so honored that you trusted us." She smiles at me. "Whoever ends up with you is going to be one lucky guy!"

I fluster slightly under her praise.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a while now," she tells me.

"Really?"

She nods and then starts laughing. "Hell, I've been involved with Portland's PFLAG chapter since I caught you and Peter kissing when you were sixteen!"

My mouth opens in shock. "Close your mouth, JJ," she gets onto me playfully. "Who wants dessert?"

Emmett's hand shoots into the air, and my mom pushes her chair back, standing up. "JJ, help me with the pies?"

I nod silently, still dumbfounded by the way this all played out. I follow my mom into the kitchen, but she stops suddenly, spinning around. She pulls me to her, wrapping her arms around my I waist. I melt into her hug. "I love you, sweetheart, more than I even know how to put into words."

*~J~*

After a long and surreal weekend of both my mother and sister pestering me about guys, I am more than ready to get back to school. It's amazing how I feel after coming out to my family, though. I actually feel free. A giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and the fear feels like it's dissipating.

All it takes is one good experience to change your perspective on things, and this was definitely one of those moments. With the security of my family behind me, no matter what, the thought of letting other people know the real me is not quite so scary.

I'm sick of lying anyway, and I'm not going to do it anymore. I am a gay man, and I'm proud of who I am.

I get back to the dorms around six. I store the leftovers from my mom in the mini fridge and put my clean clothes away. I lounge on my bed, exhausted from the holiday weekend. On a whim, I pick up my phone and call Edward. His voicemail picks up.

"Hey, man," I say, quickly adding, "It's Jasper. Look, I hate how everything went down before we left for break. I'm sorry for being an ass. I'm in our room now," I add randomly. I hate leaving messages. They're always so awkward. "Umm..." I pause, tying to figure out what I want to say, "when you get back, I have something I need to tell you. It's important. Bye."

I hang up the phone and flip it closed.

I close my eyes, resting them, shaking my head with embarrassment over the voicemail I left Edward. I swear, I can be the biggest fucktard sometimes. I let my mind wander to Edward and his beautiful face...

"Jasper," a voice whispers my name.

"Huh? Wha?" I slur out, trying to open my heavy lids.

"Are you awake?" Edward asks me, and I finally open my eyes completely to find him standing above me.

"What?" I ask again.

His musical laugh fills my ears, making me smile. "Was I sleeping?" I ask, disoriented.

"Yeah."

I sit up, rubbing my face with my hands. "I don't know how that happened," I yawn.

"Listen, Edward," I start.

"Jasper," he says at the same time.

"You go first," I tell him.

He nods, taking a deep breath. "I am so sorry for the way I acted Tuesday night," he states sincerely. "I was acting like a huge dick, and I don't even know why. If you want to date Alice," he gulps, looking rather uncomfortable. "If you want to date Alice," he repeats, "then you should."

"I don't want to date Alice," I inform him.

He looks at me in doubt. "Don't just say that because that's what I want to hear, Jasper. You're a great guy, and," he pauses, "Alice would be lucky to date you."

"I don't want to date Alice, Edward," I repeat, trying to assure you.

He looks me in the eye. "I don't understand."

"Edward, I'm gay."

Sooo? Love it? Hate it? Tell me! I want to know it all.

Also, why has noone come to say hello on the thread... breaking my heart here people. ;) If anything, you should come for Mombailey's crazy Twilight/Zoolander avatar. That thing makes me laugh every freaking time.

Review! They made Jasper come out of the closet. I wonder what they could do for Edward....