Jasper was having trouble containing his enthusiasm as he walked up to Bella and Edward's door. It was Friday again and because Carlisle and Emmett were visiting, Jasper was hopeful that he could actually get the older man into his bed for a change. The idea put a smile on his face as he rapped on the door.
When Bella let him in, Jasper's good mood shriveled, and he became instantaneously wary.
There was something about the look on her face. Actually, there was a heaviness in the air that felt like real weight on his shoulders. Bella's expression was concerned, though she was trying to hide it. Edward's smile when he greeted his friend was tight. And Carlisle...
He wasn't looking Jasper in the eye.
Jasper stood in the living room, his body tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Finally, Carlisle took a step toward him, touching his arm briefly. "Can we talk? Alone?"
Before Jasper could answer, Emmett strolled into the room, throwing himself down in the arm chair. "Hey Dad. You think I could be on America's Got Talent or something? I mean, if we're gonna be moving down to California anyway, I should figure out how to get on TV." He sat up and flexed. "All the ladies of America have been missing out this for too long," he said
Emmett looked around, fully expecting laughter. He frowned when all the adults looked so apprehensive. "Jeez," he grumbled, crossing his arms and slumping down again. "Whose dog died?"
A/N: Hokay so *sets down a poppet shaped like Kris* here's this, if you need to burn me in effigy. *backs away slowly*