A/N: Sorry for the lack of update

A/N: Sorry for the lack of update. Busy girl who is making a 97 in geometry! Yay! Enjoy Mr. Chapter.

Edward: You have to practice for piano later.

Me: OMG! Where've you been, yo?

Edward: We went hunting. Shrugs

Me: Well I missed you guys.

Cullens: We missed you too!

Me: Now that everyone's back, Edward's gonna give hugs to everyone who has ever reviewed this story! Yay!

Jasper waltzed around the car for the umpteenth time. The poor man who was trying his best to be convincing sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk," Jasper said, pointing out a spot on the seat of the Bentley GTC—his new car. "I see a small place right here where the seat is beginning to fall apart at the seams. That won't do."

"Sir, I can assure you that our cars are of the finest quality." He turned to whisper in my ear—a futile effort. "Is your brother always like this?"

"Yes, yes he is. I'm sorry. I know he'll buy it, though. I'm paying," I whispered back, winking.

"Twelve cylinder?" Jasper asked again, biting his finger—a habit he'd picked up from me. I always bit my finger when I was thinking.

"Yes, sir," the salesman replied robotically. "And zero to sixty in four point eight seconds," he added—also a learned response.

"I'm still not sure."

"Jasper! We have to go home tomorrow. You love the car. I'm buying it!"

"Good point, but I don't want you to buy me a car that isn't the best of the best. Where's Edward, anyway?"

I sighed. "He left an hour ago. He said you were getting on his nerves with all the specifications."

"Jackass," he muttered so low only I could hear. "Well, I guess we'll be taking this pretty little model back to Providence. What other colors are available in blues?" Jasper asked, fixing his gaze on the red car in front of him.

"There's dark sapphire, Neptune, and silverlake," the salesman, whose name I now knew to be Chuck, answered. He was now looking over an endless amount of papers for samples of the colors. "Here you go, sir. See one you like?"

"We'll take the dark sapphire." Jasper smiled down at me. "You really rock, kid. Now, give me Daddy's money," he teased, "and go join Edward in the Volvo. Big people have to take care of things."

I scoffed. "Maybe I'll take Daddy's money, and Edward and I will leave you here." Nonetheless, I handed him the large sum of bills and skipped off to find Edward where he sat in the lot.

"You mean he finally picked one? Unbelievable," he sighed. "I couldn't take listening to him think anymore. I had to hear to some music."

I laughed. "I finally convinced him. It wasn't easy, though. I don't know how you got him to settle on the Lexus."

"It was a gift," he laughed. "He was just glad to get out of the Porsche and his old bike."

I stood with my mouth hanging open. "When did Jasper ride a bike?" I laughed, my eyes widening when Edward shivered.

"It's been a while back, probably when we first moved to Forks. Emmett bought him a pink sparkly bike with ribbons on the handlebars. He rode it, though," he sighed, stifling a laugh as Jazz walked outside, shook hands with Chuck, and smiled proudly.

"The deal is done," he said with excitement dripping from every word. "The dark sapphire one will be ready for us to pick up in the morning."

"Great. Can we go back to the hotel now? The sun should be coming out soon," I pointed out, leading my brothers back to the Volvo.

"I suppose that would be for the best. But this weather is amazing. We're really lucky it's cloudy today. Do you realize how rare that is?" Edward asked us.

"Yes, Edward, we know it's almost always sunny in Miami. We're very lucky," I replied, having said the same sentence countless times. "Will the weather be this convenient tomorrow when Jazz picks up the car?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to Alice or watched the weather today. We've been at the dealership since the moment they unlocked the door."

With her impeccable timing, Alice called me. I smiled down at the phone and opened it quickly.

"Hello, dear. How is everyone at home?" I asked conversationally. I really missed her.

"We're all good. I'm calling to answer a question for you," she giggled happily. It was obvious she missed us too.

"Yes, will Jazz be able to pick up the car in the morning?"

"Sure thing, babe. The sun will be out by about noon. You'll have to go early, and get on the road as soon as you can. I can't wait to see you again! We start school Monday!" she squealed.

I had really let the time get away from me. It was Saturday already; only two days left. "Yeah, I can't wait either," I replied nonchalantly, wondering where all my time had gone.

"Well, tell Jazzy I'll call him tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow. Love you!" she squealed.

I giggled. "I love you, too, Alice. Bye."

I snapped the phone shut and slid up in the seat so that I was directly between Edward and Jasper, who sat in the front.

"So, as you know, we have to get the car early. And then we have to get on the road. I suggest we go to the hotel and get the stuff Alice packed us, put it in the Volvo, go hunting, go watch movies in the hotel room, and get the car in the morning. Sound good?" I love being the bossy baby sister.

"Yes, ma'am," they replied in unison. "Although," Jasper continued, "we may not get to hunt today. The wildlife here isn't exactly teeming."

"Fine," I pouted, "but I'm going with Alice, Bella, and Esme when we get back. No boys allowed."

Edward growled. "We'll see who Bella would rather be with. Oh, we'll see, Ayden," he challenged, glaring at me through the rear view mirror.

I laughed. "Yes, we will. Hey, pull over. Let me go in and get some movies." I started to unbuckle, and noticed that they weren't doing the same. "Come on, guys. You have to."

Both made a futile effort to whine about it, but I dragged them into the movie store, nonetheless. Once inside the store, I took off to the classics. I told my brothers to meet me by the romantic comedies in twenty minutes. I scanned the shelves quickly, picking out Casablanca and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington along the way.

I stopped by the romantic comedies for a moment to get more modern movies such as Just Friends and Reality Bites—two of my favorites. I chose four more movies before meeting Jazz and Edward back in the assigned section.

"Alright, give them up," I commanded, holding out a hand for their movies.

Edward handed me The Shawshank Redemption, While You Were Sleeping, and Disturbia. I sighed and rolled my eyes at the choices—so predictable.

Jasper was even worse. He brought me Gettysburg, Gone with the Wind, Cold Mountain, and Little Women.

"How original, guys," I muttered, turning to pay for the movies.

"Thanks, have a nice day," she nerdy, high school cashier beamed before I walked away.

Edward grabbed my shoulder. "You know how I told Cole that one time that a lot of guys think really, really, really bad things about you?" I nodded calmly, but fearfully in response. "That was one of those situations," he laughed.

"Oh, my God, are you kidding me?" I whisper-screamed, "Eww!"

My brothers erupted in laughter.

"Oh, man, that kid was seriously having some inappropriate feelings that were coming at me full-speed ahead," Jasper laughed, throwing the bag of movies in the backseat with me.

"God, stop it guys. That is so gross." I shuddered. "How far to the hotel? I think you guys have officially made history. I might throw up."

They erupted in laughter. Edward was laughing so hard he even swerved into the oncoming traffic, and almost hit an eighteen-wheeler.

"Nice," I laughed as his eyes got wide and he steered the car back into the right lane.

The remainder of the drive to our five-star hotel was much the same—we laughed at my expense…and that kid's. Jasper and I dissected and analyzed every CD Edward had in his car; he corrected us when he thought differently.

"What's with the movies, guys? Did you have to pick the most predictable stuff? I mean, Shawshank? Come on, Edward. That screams you. And While You Were Sleeping and Disturbia? Both set in Chicago. And Jazz, civil war movies? All of them? I'm quite ashamed," I scolded teasingly.

"Hey, don't diss on Shawshank," Edward warned with a shake of his finger in my direction. "That movie is awesome."

"Sure, sure," I muttered under my breath.

"Please, for the love of all that is good," Edward begged, "don't say that again."

I laughed. "Why is that, dear brother?"

His response was a string of profanities. I caught the words 'mutt,' 'jackass,' and 'mongrel' in his unintelligible stream.

"Ooh, I think somebody hit Eddie's soft spot," Jasper taunted, poking Edward's side.

Edward shot him a glare that had me in a fit of giggles until one of the two carried me to our hotel room. Jasper threw me carelessly on the bed, and I pouted.

"Thanks for being so gentle," I muttered.

We watched my movies first. The boys criticized Casablanca, saying it was too out-there.

"It's almost like Romeo and Juliet in that way. It's too unrealistic; they haven't seen one another in years, and suddenly they fall in love again and everything's ok? I don't like it," Edward complained, switching the movie out for Reality Bites.

That went over better. My brothers had always appreciated, like myself, dark, sarcastic humor. Just Friends was much the same—fully appreciated. Since we all loved the movie, we decided to hold off on Mr. Smith Goes to Washington until most of the others were watched.

Although we didn't watch half of them, we returned all fifteen films to the rental store by seven a.m. I had Edward take them in to avoid the possibility of seeing the kid again. Jasper's car was ready and waiting by the front of the lot when we arrived. I went in with Jazz for him to sign more papers, and we jumped into the new car, taking in the sweet smell of new leather interior.

"Thanks, sis. If you and Cole have any more bets, I'm on your team," Jazz laughed, exiting onto the interstate that would take us back home to Providence.

A/N: Jazzy got his car! Well, I'm off to school now! Ok, scratch that. I was going to post this before school, but my internet decided to became incapable until about 8:30. Review, and this time Jazzy will hug you.

Jazz: It's true, I will.

Me: You're hot.

Jazz: I know.

Me: Me too!

Jazz: Review.