Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of Stephanie Meyers' work. She wrote the original Twilight Series. I just like to mess with the characters.

AN: Hi all! Thank you for sticking with me and supporting me on this journey. It's been almost two years this month since I've started this story! At the end of this chapter there will be an AN I would like you all to read. Nothing bad, don't worry! Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I kind of ran out of ideas for it.

BPOV

I know if I don't leave Peter's soon, I won't at all. I came down here for a break from all this fucking supernatural bullshit and look what happens! First night in town I see Vicky, the next night I meet Peter and then Jasper shortly after arrives back in my life. I didn't sign up for this shit!

Jay helped Peter fix dinner for me while I waited in the living room. I didn't hear anything breaking or smell smoke so I assumed it was fine. But, after sitting on the couch for so long I decided to get up and wander around the room.

The walls of the living room were a deep red, while the furniture was a light crème colour. It looked very put together. The coffee table and arm chair looked handmade.

I wonder if Peter Parker made these?

Well, I bet he did Einstein.

Shaking my head, I wander toward the kitchen where Jay and Peter were. Sitting alone was really boring. What I see when I enter the room makes my jaw drop.

There is food everywhere, pots and pans all about, and even some kind of liquid dripping from Peter's face. He's staring at Jay like somebody just kicked his puppy.

I burst out laughing. There's just no other reaction I can have at this.

"W-what the fuck happened here?!" I try and stop the few giggles that escaped but couldn't. "It looks like a food bomb went off!"

Jasper looks at me guiltily, while Peter still has this almost constipated look on his face. Jay is shifting on his feet and looks down.

"We had a disagreement," he mumbled just loud enough so I would hear. Boys.

"About what?"

"…"

"I'm waiting Jasper Whitlock," he knows I'm serious now.

Gulping, he looks up at me; squinting like the thinks I'm going to hit him for his answer. Like it would do any good, I'd break my hand.

"You," is whispered from his lips.

Me? What about me?

Me thinks Jay and Spidey boy had a little lovers spat over you.

Fuck off.

"Okay, I can't do this. I… I've got to go. I still need to finish unpacking." Moving around back to the living room where my car keys were left, I grab them and head toward the door. "Um, thanks for the food attempt. Jay, since I have your number I'll give you a call. I just… Yeah, okay. Bye."

I ran out to my car and raced down Peter's long ass driveway. I just need some space from all of whatever this is.

JPOV

I can't believe what just happened. I don't even know why it came out of my mouth. Peter looks fuckin' murderous right now. If I were a lesser man, and human, I'd be shitting myself.

I had been helpin' him cook B some food when it came out.

"Man, seeing B here makes me remember the shit we use to get into together. I've missed her so much Pete," I look up from the vegetables I was cutting.

"What did y'all do?"

"I don't think we should talk about that, Pete."

He looks up at me sharply, eyes squinted and bright red.

"What the fuck does that mean Major?" he growls.

Crap.

"Look, you won't like the answer an' I really don't wanna talk about this with you. It's over anyways Cap," I tell him slowly, backing up from the counter near him.

The bottle of dressing that he is holding in his hand suddenly explodes from the force he squeezes it. He's growling and I think I see spit coming out of his mouth as well.

"You better be fuckin' joking Major," he hisses.

Gulping, I go to answer but B walks in.

Now, here we are. Peter and I alone again. He's still slightly growling at me but with a solemn look on his face.

"Look Cap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to find this out. It was before her and dick face got together. Only Em knew. Rosie, Ali, Carlisle, not even Esme knew. I'm sorry man. If I had known she was your mate, hell, if YOU had known, this wouldn't have ever happened. Say something, please man?"

Shaking his head, he gently sets the now crumbled pieces of dressing bottle on the counter in front of him and turns to walk out of the room.

"Just… Give me a little while Jay. I've gotta get my head clear. Can you clean this up?"

Nodding, I set about cleaning up the mess that was initially in the kitchen from our attempt at cooking B dinner, plus the explosion that had just happened.

Later that night, I'm sitting in the living room trying to find something on TV when Pete comes down from his room.

At least he doesn't look like he wants to murder me. Yet.

He sits down across from me in his chair an' slowly looks at me.

"Is it over between you two?" he asks.

Nodding my head yes, I reply. "Has been for a few years now. I haven't seen her since we all left Forks. This happened before she was with dick face." Clearing my throat unnecessarily, I continue. "Nothin' will happen again Cap. I'd never go after B now. She's your mate. I might be fuckin' lonely, but you're a brother to me an' I wouldn't hurt you that way."

He nods his head and gets up and goes out to his garage, I assume to work on something. I sink back into the couch and try to clear my head.

It's only been a few days now that I've been here Pete but I'm getting lonely. I miss having somebody to talk with. B was always there to listen when we could get around Fuckward and Ali. I loved Ali but she was so fuckin' nosey. I'm not going to lie, it makes me feel empty inside. Sure, I left Ali willingly while knowing we weren't even mates to begin with, but I miss having somebody.

It's late in the afternoon and Pete is somewhere around this house while I'm outside. The sun is still out and I've been sitting near this lake of his for hours now just thinking.

When Peter had called me and said something was going to be life-changing for me, I didn't really sit down to think about it. Ali came in, told me that she had seen I was leaving her to head South and that had been it. I don't even know what to do with myself now.

Getting up, I head back inside to find Pete to see what he's up to. He's been in his garage since the other night.

"Pete man, where are ya?" I call out.

Loud clattering comes from a room off his garage that is attached to the house. Was that fucker so distracted he didn't hear me?

"You okay out there Pete?" I asked as I walk toward the noise. Of course he was fine, but that the hell?

"Yeah, fucker. Ya just surprised me. Shut it," he growls when he noticed I was goin' to start laughin' at him.

"Too much B on your mind, hmm?" I grin, trying to break the tension between us.

"Shut the fuck up, douche!"

Shaking my head, I decide now would be a good time to ask him about plans before he immerses himself again in whatever it is he's doin'.

"So I was think-" he cuts me off.

"Hope it didn't hurt too much Jay!" he laughs. Fucker!

"Fuck you! Anyway, I think we should go out and do somethin', get out of the house for a while. We've both been up here for a few days. Maybe go hunt or something?" I ask.

Taking a breath and setting his tools down, he looks up at me.

"Sure Jay. I could go for a hunt," he pauses. "But I ain't fuckin' snaking on squirrels. Time for you to get some big boy food."

"You know why I live the way I do man. I can't take the emoti-" he cuts me off, again.

"Then fuckin' change them! You're an Empath Jay. You have the ability to do it, ya big baby."

He had a point. But, could I do it? It's been years.

"You can do it Jay. I'll be there anyways. Besides, when we get back, we need to have a talk."

"Yeah. Okay. Uh, let's go then."

AN: Hi again! I asked you all in the last chapter if you'd like to see an SPN story happen. Well, even though I got no response that I can recall, I still will be posting one. I'm not sure when it will be up but I am excited to start writing it.

As of right now, my idea is a series of one shots compiled of Sam and Dean playing pranks on each other, starting from S1- current. I am not sure of the number of chapters.

These pranks are ones I've done to people, had done to me, and are ones I've been told about in my office and from friends. I will have Cas, Gabriel, Bobby, and a few other characters in this but mainly Sam and Dean. If you have ideas for pranks you'd like to see done, please let me know! I am always up for ideas!

Once again, thank you all for your support and the kind words you have sent about this story and the loss I suffered recently in my family. I love you all!