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D/C: I do not own the twilight saga :'(
A/N: This story is for my bestest buddy!
Jaspers POV:
I woke up to the sounds of Aunt Tara and Aunt Jackie complaining to Dad.
"They should be going to bed and waking up at the same time every day!"
"They should be on a schedule of when they eat!"
I groaned. I couldn't sleep. I had a kink in my neck. The blanket was scratch. I didn't want to go out and deal with everyone, but I didn't want to stay in bed.
I sat up and hit my head on the ceiling.
"Ouch!" I grumbled as I rubbed my forehead and flopped back on the bed, burying my head into my pillow.
I finally climbed down the ladder and dragged my feet as I headed to the kitchen.
"Dad!" I called. "What's for breakfast?
"Jasper, I can't talk right now!" Dad scolded. He was in the living room talking on the phone to someone.
"Sorry." I scowled. I hated when he was angry or stressed.
I went into the kitchen. Edward was slumped over a bowl of Cheerios, the box and milk out on the counter in front of him still. Aunt Tara and Aunt Jackie was sitting across from him.
"Hey." He sighed. He was all dressed and his hair was combed.
"Hey." I sighed back. I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and a spoon from the drawer and flopped down next to him at the table. "Where's Mom and Emmett?"
"They had to go to the store." He explained dryly. "We have to listen to the Aunts."
I rolled my eyes and reached for the box of Cheerios.
"No no no!" Aunt Tara, the blond, scolded. "You can't be at the table looking like that! Go shower, get dressed, brush your hair then you can come eat."
"What?!"
"Go!"
I sighed, slammed my hands on the table while I stood up and left the room.
This is going to be a long day...
I came back to the table and poured my cereal. Edward was staring down into his bowl, spinning the milk around with his spoon.
"Where's the sugar?" I asked.
"No sugar with breakfast." Aunt Jackie said.
"Just plain Cheerios?"
"It's good for you!" She smiled. I sighed, poured the cereal and milk and slowly ate.
"Morning boys'." Dad greeted as he came in the kitchen. We both grumbled a hello. He sat next to me at the table. "I'm sorry I scolded you earlier Jasper. I just have a lot I have to get ready for the funeral."
"That's okay." I mumbled.
"You shouldn't apologize for being a parent Carlisle!" Aunt Jackie said.
"Bud what happened to your head?!" He asked, ignoring his sister and gently pushing my hair back so he could see my forehead.
"I hit it on the ceiling when I was getting out of bed." I explained. "How bad does it look?"
"Dude, it's all red." Edward said.
"Poor guy." Dad sighed.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"How could you have let him sleep on the top bunk so many things could have happened he could have rolled off and fell!" Aunt Tara started.
"It's not the dangerous." Dad said. "Your kids sleep on bunk beds, remember?"
That got her to shut up. Go Dad!
Carlisle POV:
"Dad!" Jasper whined. I was getting ready to leave the house again, all day I've been rushing all over the place trying to get all the funeral arrangements done, and the twins were not happy about it and Jasper was ready to blow. "Don't leave again!"
"Jasper, I'm sorry." I sighed. "But I have to."
"No!" He clenched his hands into fists and stomped his foot as I pulled on my shoes. "I don't want you to go! It's not fair! You're always to busy for us!"
"Calm down Jasper." I said. His face turned bright red.
"I hate this!" He yelled as he stormed into the kitchen. I leaned on the arch way between the kitchen and the hall and watched him grabbed his glass of water off the counter and take a quick drink.
"Now Jasper, you know I would love to stay with you if I could. But I need you to behave while I'm gone."
"You're not the boss of me!" He slammed the glass down on the counter. "All you do is put Aunt Jackie and Aunt Tara in charge while you leave! I hate you!"
I could hear my sisters in the living room complaining about how I 'don't have control' over my children, and Esme, Emmett and Edward tried to reason with them.
"This is not the time or the place for a fit Jasper." I said sternly, trying not to lose my temper.
"I hate this! I hate you! I wish I still lived with my biological parents!"
I could hear Edward say in a small voice, 'I hate it when he says that.'
Jasper grabbed his glass and held it tightly in his shaking hands. I knew what he was going to do...
"Don't you dare throw that glass on the floor!" I warned.
He pulled his arm back to throw the glass on the ground, but I was able to get to him before he let go of it.
I grabbed the glass from him, slid it on the counter
"Jasper you are going to hurt yourself!" I yelled. I grabbed his arm and led him to the back bedroom. "Me and you are going to have to have a little talk about your temper!"
Anyone have any parenting advice for Carlisle and Esme? I'm a little lost at how they should handle this temper tantrum...