The People In Question

Hi there. Yes, there has been a terribly long wait. If I told you the reason why, you wouldn't believe me. Basically, I've been going through some freaky shit recently, and FanFiction was the last thing on my mind. Hopefully, I'll be updating more again, but I have a shitload of exams in May and June, so don't expect much. I know this is a really short chapter, but I'm working on the next one, which should be longer.

13

I woke up enveloped cosily in Edward's comforting arms.

This simple fact made me think: what difference would it make if I woke up in Jasper's arms?

Physically, there was the fact that Jasper had stronger arms.

Jasper always seemed warmer than other people.

Edward wasn't snoring in my ear, like Jasper would be.

Edward was a far more peaceful sleeper than Jasper, who wriggled around a lot in his sleep.

Jasper smelt like a boy, like Jasper, with a hint of tobacco and alcohol. Edward smelt like excessively-priced deodorant and aftershave and cleanliness and neatness.

Strange.

I turned slowly to lie on my back.

Edward was breathing gently, softly, on the side of my neck, one arm wrapped around my waist, and the other pillowing his bronze-haired head.

I could see Alice looking like a vibrant pink caterpillar, nestled on tonnes of pillows, her face just visible from being curled up in a ball. Jasper's tanned, bare arms were holding her to him, despite their separate sleeping bags. He was snoring lightly, and his honey hair was an adorable mess.

I sighed.

Jasper's eyelids sleepily opened. He blinked once, twice, at me from across the room, before smiling at me from over Alice's head.

Kay? He mouthed at me.

I nodded, trying not to disturb Edward.

Are you telling Alice? I mouthed to him.

He frowned, and made a gesture signalling his incomprehension.

I repeated it more slowly, emphasising the movement of my lips.

Jasper grinned: I must've looked fairly ridiculous.

Are you? I pressed.

He looked vaguely horrified. He shook his head.

Why?

She – he pointed to Alice – will rip – he motioned with his hands as if tearing bread – my balls – he pointed to his sleeping bag-covered crotch – off!

I rolled my eyes.

Are you telling Eddie?

I shrugged, undecided as yet.

He frowned, but made no comment. He propped his chin up on his elbow, staring down at Alice with an oddly-tender look in his green eyes.

He was trying to protect Alice by not telling her.

I wasn't sure I could trust myself to lie convincingly enough for that technique to work for Edward and I.

I looked down at the beautiful man who held me in his arms, and brushed bronze hair back from his pale, flawless forehead, not really wanting those soul-seeing eyes to open and read me better than a book.

Edward smiled gently in his sleep, apparently savouring my touch upon his skin.

I bent my head to gently kiss his eyelids. "Sorry. Sleep."

He sighed and buried his face in my neck, letting sleep steal him back.

I already felt guilty for the horrible expression that would surely be on his face after I tell him.

I just hoped that he would find it in his golden heart to forgive me.

On a brighter note, has anyone seen Alice In Wonderland? 3 The Mad Hatter and his eyebrows!