Dislcaimer: I do not own Twilight; Stephenie Meyer does. This was created because I felt like entertaining myself and other readers.

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Elise and I didn't return to the Cullens' right away. We found our way to a lakefront and hung out there. Now, we were both lying down on the grass by a lake. It felt good, but I still had to try very hard not to give into temptation. The sunset looked beautiful.

"We should do this more often," Elise commented.

I laughed. "Yeah, that would be nice."

"The sunset looks really beautiful."

"It's all right."

She looked at me skeptically. "What?" I said. "There are two beautiful things in front of me."

"Then what are they?"

"You and the sunset."

She frowned. "You baby me too much."

That surprised me. I didn't really mean to baby her much, that was just the way I behaved. I acted that way and said the things I said without realizing that it would be really corny nowadays. I was raised to treat a woman like a queen, especially if she was my love interest. That's also probably another reason why I was disgusted with how human teenaged boys acted around their girlfriends or girls that they thought were "hot," or "sexy."

I would never even think of a woman (especially Elise) that way. It would be a disgrace to my own gender, and it might offend the woman. It was harassment, and it was wrong.

"I don't mean to baby you," I said carefully. "It's just the way I was brought up. I was raised to behave and be polite, especially around women. That's why, whenever I hear a boy make some crude remark about a woman, I'm disgusted with them. They shouldn't be saying that about a woman. It's rude and disgraceful to their gender."

"Oh. So, you mean, if some guy called me "sexy," or "hot," you'd be pissed off with them."

"Beyond words," I whispered. Then I added, "Can we please just enjoy the view here and not discuss this? I am trying to have fun. I have been extremely stressed out in the past few days, and I want to relax."

"Fun?!" she said in disbelief.

"Yes," I replied.

"This isn't fun! You don't know what fun is, do you?"

Then she splashed me with some of the water from the lake. She did not just do that. She was really asking for it today, wasn't she? She was trying to provoke me!

"You asked for it!" I growled playfully. I splashed her back.

"You ass!" she squealed.

She started running away from me. "Don't even try to run away from me!" I yelled after her.

Within a couple of seconds, I was able to grab her arm. Without hurting her at all, I tackled her to the ground and started to tickle her. She was laughing really hard. I guessed she was ticklish today. Oh well, that was another advantage for me.

"Stop!" she gasped out between laughs. "You asshole! Is this supposed to be cruel and unusual punishment for something I didn't do?!"

I smirked. "I'm the one with the advantage here."

Then I heard footsteps. I looked up to see the entire Cullen family, excluding Esme and Carlisle, with Bella Swan. They were all wearing bathing suits. Alice was carrying two bathing suits. I rolled my eyes. The bathing suits were for me and Elise.

"Here!" Alice chirped to Elise. She handed her a lavended-colored bikini. Were the Cullens trying to torture me? Elise looked shocked.

"Y-You want me to wear a bikini?!" Elise squealed. "I can't wear a bikini!"

Alice smirked. "Tough luck, girly. We want to go for a swim. You're not gonna be the party pooper. Go get changed in the woods. You too, Jasper."

She handed me some gray swim trunks. I rolled my eyes. Fun with the Cullens. Yay.
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When I saw Elise in a bikini, my jaw nearly hit the ground. The Cullens really were trying to torture me, weren't they?! Elise didn't see herself clearly, either. She was just kind of standing there, muttering to herself, looking very embarrassed. She was gorgeous! And her... scars... were already healing.

Rosalie elbowed me in the stomach, smirking. "Stop staring. It's rude to stare at people. Didn't your mommy or daddy ever teach you that?"

"Shut up," I growled.

Kurt laughed. "It's okay to look at your mate sometimes, isn't it? I mean, I look at my Alice sometimes, and she doesn't mind. In fact, she takes advantage of it to ask me what I think of certain outfits."

I glared at them. "She isn't my mate!" I hissed under my breath, so that Elise couldn't hear me. Then I added more quietly, "Or at least, not yet, she isn't..."

"Aw, Jazzy's in love," Edward cooed mockingly.

"You guys, stop picking on Jasper," Bella said, irritated. "He's getting pissed off. And Edward, you never pick on anyone!"

Edward smiled innocently. "Yeah, but Jazzy's different. He's like a little brother I have to guide through life."

"Shut up, Cullen!" I growled. "This is just cruel and unusual punishment for me acting like an ass earlier!"

"Jasper!" Elise finally spoke up. "Language!"

I smirked. "Like you should talk."

She was about to protest, but Alice interrupted us. "Okay, people! Enough! I wanna play Chicken!"

"Um, Al?" Kurt asked. "What the hell is that? You're not makin' any sense..."

"Kurt, I hate it when you call me Al!" Alice scolded him. I forced myself not to laugh. "Anyways, Chicken is a game that Bella taught me over the summer. It's really fun!"

Alice explained how to play the game. The teams were: me and Kurt (It would tempt me too much if I was on a team with Elise), Bella and Edward, Rosalie and Emmett, and Elise and Alice. Let the freaking fun begin. Edward and Bella knocked Rosalie and Emmett over. Emmett got really pissed off and threatened Edward, but we knew he was just joking.

"That's too bad," Rosalie sighed. Her legs were covered in mud. "I need a shower so badly."

"I knew that was coming, Emmett!" Alice crowed, supporting Elise on her shoulders. Elise looked terrified. I smirked. She was afraid of heights. Even though she wasn't really that high up in the air because of Alice's shortness, she was still scared shitless. God bless her.

Emmett glared at her. "What a shit-ass load of F**k," he muttered.

Kurt smacked him playfully against his shoulder, being careful not to fall over because I was supporting him on my own shoulder. Even though I was strong, Kurt was still heavy.

"Hey, you know not to bet against Alice!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Yeah, Kurt, and you need to lose some weight," I joked. "You're heavier than you look! I'm struggling here, you know."

"Stop making fun of my mate!" Alice scolded me. Elise laughed.

Just to get back at her for that, Kurt and I charged at them and knocked them over. Alice cursed as they fell in the water. Elise laughed at the face Alice was making. Alice glared at her.

"Aw, don't be a sore-loser, Ali," Kurt cooed.

"Shut up," she muttered. There was some mud on her legs. "I think I need a shower."

"Oh, c'mon, Alice," Elise giggled. "Kurt and Jasper still need to take down Bella and Edward."

Alice rolled her eyes but agreed. Kurt, Bella, Edward, and I charged at eachother. So we all just ended up falling in the water. We laughed as Edward scolded Kurt for what he was thinking.

"We will not have a mud fight, Kurt," Edward growled.

"You're too strict, Eddie," Kurt complained.

Edward glared at him. "Do not call me Eddie."

"Can we play Marco Polo?" Alice chimed in.

None of the Cullens, apart from Kurt, knew what Marco Polo was. I didn't, either. Apparently, Kurt played Marco Polo with Alice before or something so that's probably how he knew. I didn't know what it was, either. Alice was tired of explaining everything, and Bella didn't want to, so Elise explained. I watched every hand gesture she made, every single movement. She didn't know what I was thinking. And hopefully, Edward didn't, either.

"Jazzy, can you please not scream your fantasies in your mind? I'm about to gag," Edward said in my ear. "You're not acting like a gentleman. If Elise knew about your fantasies, I can guarantee she would be quite disgusted with you."

I glared at him. "What goes on in my mind is none of your business, Cullen."

"Okay," he said simply.

I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to Elise. After she finished explaining the game, she caught me staring at her and nervously adjusted the strap to her bikini top. Maybe we should go swimming again soon and keep these swimsuits if Alice was all right with it... I think I would enjoy that. Shit. Why was I thinking like this?! I'm thinking like a pervert... I'm a pedophile, too. I may look like I'm a teenager, I'm really physically twenty years old and actually a hundred and something years old. I shouldn't be dating Elise. Someone should call Chris Hansen or something. I'm a monster.

Why couldn't I refrain from thinking like this? If I say that I'm disgusted with today's teenaged boys and how they describe certain women as "hot" or "sexy," I'm a hypocrite. I'm thinking exactly like they are. But Elise means much more to me than a simple "fling." She made me smile. She made me happy. Not one girl could make me happy other than her in my entire life. Not even... Maria when we were together.

The thought of Maria sickened me. She treated me like a servant. She was a horrible person. How could she treat me like that?! I didn't even know why I loved her in the first place. Or did I? I don't know. Today was too lovely to continue thinking about that hateful person with whom I held a strong grudge against, even though she was dead.

"Jasper? You've been spacing out a lot. Are you okay?" Elise asked gently. She had finished explaining Marco Polo a few seconds ago. She was sitting next to me on a log. Her voice comforted me.

I smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Seriously? 'Cause this isn't a game in which you have to be on a team. You can sit this one out if you want to. I doubt any of the Cullens will mind."

She had her arms crossed. She looked uncomfortable. She was hiding herself from me. Why was she doing that?! Why didn't she didn't see herself clearly? She was freaking beautiful!

"You don't have any reason to be embarrassed about wearing a bikini," I said quietly. "It's not like it's so loose on you that it's going to fall off of you." She looked alarmed for a second. I added, "Really, love. Don't hide yourself from me. There's no reason to do so. All the Cullens think you're beautiful. Alice and Rosalie are even considering to use you as their real live barbie doll that they can dress up for fun. And Kurt, Edward, and Emmett like that idea because they want to provoke me. Don't be so insecure. You look lovely!"

She blushed. "Don't make a speech about it..."

"I'm saying what I think and what every other male on this planet would think," I said defiantly. "Face the music. You're beautiful. Like it or not, you'll have to deal with it. I'll make a speech about it if I want to."

"Yeah, well, if every female on this planet would see you, they'd think you're a God. They'd be all over you."

"Don't talk that way!" I exclaimed.

She smirked. "Then don't talk that way about me. It makes me feel embarrassed."

I kissed her.

"Ooh-la-la!" All the Cullens and Bella said at the same time.

"Awww, Jazzy's having a wittle make-out session," Edward cooed mockingly. "How adorable!"

Elise blushed. "Sh-Shut up."

"We're going for a walk," I said. "You guys can play Marco Polo. We'll be back within another twenty minutes or so."

Alice tried to protest, but Kurt shut her up. Elise and I started to walk in the forest, leaving the Cullens and Bella behind. Thank God. I mean, the Cullens were likable people, but I barely even got any alone time with Elise, which was kind of starting to get to me. I couldn't stand the fact that I needed to talk to her that much. It was like she was my own brand of heroin.

"What is it?" Elise asked once we reached the heart of the woods.

"Just wanted to talk. Not about anything, just... I don't know. Anything."

"Oh...Okay. Well, what do you want to talk about?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Um... I don't know... Cat?"

"Winslownoff?" she asked. "What about him? He's just really fat and does nothing."

This was awkward. I mean, I just take her into the woods because I need to talk to her, but I have nothing to say! And all I thought of was her weird, fat fluffball of a cat! What the- when can I just give up?!