Author's note: Yaaay, we finished early again, ENJOY!

Chapter 37-Tonight's the Night

APOV

After we had copied the keys, Jasper drove us back to Bella's because I had "accidentally" left my purse there.

He was tense the whole drive back to Forks. I held his hand lightly, hoping to relax him, even if just slightly.

When we arrived at Bella's, I asked Jasper to stay in the car. He kept it running while I slipped in the unlocked front door. I slid the keys back onto their ring in the hall, and then yelled for Bella.

She came to the top of the stairs, my purse in hand. "Back so soon?"

I smiled, "Thanks, Bella! I just got that one, too."

She handed it to me and we said goodbye again. I waved as I got back in the car with Jasper, and he drove us back to the Cullen house.

The family had ordered pizza for dinner, so we grabbed a few slices and took them up into Jasper's room. We then proceeded to plan out the whole night for tomorrow.

We started trying to figure out ways to get rid of the guards and shut the cameras off for long enough. Spencer had called in the middle of it and said he would be here in the morning; he would come early to help out.

About an hour into planning, Jasper glanced at the clock. "I'm going to go get Nick's new life from Coops..."

"Want me to come?" I asked.

He gave me a warning look, "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" I asked innocently, my eyes wide.

"If I ask you to stay home and finish some brainstorming for tomorrow, can you do that for me without convincing me to take you with me?" he asked, his eyes twinkling ever so slightly at the memory.

I sighed. I guess he had put up with a lot from me today. I decided to be gracious.

"Fine. I'll stay here. But call me when you get there and call me when you're leaving, so I know you're safe. Deal?"

He smiled and kissed me thankfully. "Deal. But no need to worry... the only person who won't be safe is Coops if he's screwed anything up."

Jasper was true to his word. He called me when he got there and then again, about twenty minutes later, when he was leaving.

I frowned at the hardness in his voice in our second conversation. He sounded tired; more like the "old" Jasper; the one who was still in the gang and getting hurt by his stepdad.

"Are you okay, Jazz?" I asked quietly through the phone.

"I think so. I will be. I don't know, Alice. How did I do this stuff every day?" He asked the question more to himself, rather than to me.

"Maybe you thought it was the only way... you didn't know things could be better. You hadn't met me, yet!" I was serious in what I said at first, but then I tried to lighten my tone in the last part.

I heard him let out a small chuckle as he stepped on the gas. His voice still sounded tense, but also warmer, as he spoke again. "I'll see you shortly, darling."

Now, Jasper sat on the bed, flipping through the documents that Coops had given him. Drivers License, Social Security number and card, Birth Certificate, passport... everything Nick would need to start a new life. A whole new identity was contained in those papers.

Jazz read through them carefully, looking for flaws. I watched him through half shut eyes; he thought I had fallen asleep.

He had seemed extremely tense since he had come back from the warehouse. As I watched him, I suspected that he had been trying to put on a happy face for me. He kept running his hand through his hair in frustration and rubbing his eyes...he looked so stressed.

"You always had to make things interesting, Nick..." he grumbled at the pages, putting them onto the night table when he was satisfied with them. Then, he changed his mind and moved them into the drawer of the night table; hidden.

He then leaned back against the headboard of the bed and his fingers started massaging through my hair mindlessly.

I knew that he was really worried about tomorrow. He was trying to hide it from me, but I could see it. He was afraid that we would get caught... mainly that I would get caught. He was so protective... I loved him for it, knowing that I was just as protective of him.

I also knew something else that was bothering him; his past. It was creeping back into his life...the sneaking around, illegal documents, stealing, secrets, lies... and now tomorrow, we would break into the prison to free Nick.

I could tell that he was glad he wasn't alone in it; he had me. But I think that he felt like he was doing something wrong by letting me get a glimpse into the world that he used to live his life in. That was part of the reason why I went into the warehouse; I was afraid that in his first confrontation with that world in a while, he would break down. Luckily, I could bring him out of it when he slammed Coops against the wall for looking at me the wrong way. It hadn't gone any further than that.

I made a mental note to remind him that I was entering his old world of my own volition. I truly wanted to help Nick. I just hoped that Jasper could tolerate the blatant reminder of his old life for a little longer...

My thoughts were cut off as I heard someone knock on our bedroom door. Well, Jasper's bedroom door. Jasper's eyes narrowed, suspicious. He glanced around the room, making sure there was nothing out that could give us away, and then spoke.

"Come in," he called to the door, but not very loudly, probably afraid to wake me up. I closed my eyes entirely as I pretended to sleep.

I heard footsteps heading toward us and I felt Jasper relax a bit.

"Sorry I came so late... it was a lot to think about."

Davis. His voice was a bit strained and rough. I vaguely felt Davis' gaze move to me, my eyes still closed.

"It's all right. I guess that would be a lot to take in," Jasper laughed, with no humor.

His hand moved from my hair now to stroke my cheek. He gently moved my head from his lap to a pillow, so he could talk to Davis more naturally. My body still lay against him, though.

"Yeah, just a bit.." Davis chuckled. His laugh had no humor in it either.

I once again felt his gaze sweep over me.

"Do you guys ever leave each others' sides?" he asked. His voice was a bit amused, but curious. I felt Jasper shrug.

"Sometimes to go to the bathroom," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

I heard Davis' laugh spread through the room, sounding slightly more relaxed.

"You really need her, don't you?" he asked, serious again.

Jasper's hand moved to my neck, his fingers light moving up and down it, making me shiver.

"Honestly, I don't think I could live without her," Jasper admitted, causing my insides to soften. I wanted to hug him. His voice was so velvety and smooth... the truth in his words was so clear.

"Why? And I don't mean that offensively. I just...don't understand. Everyone has their high school sweetheart... but you two... you are so... I don't know."

I opened my eyes a bit to see Davis shaking his head in confusion. Jasper pressed his lips in a hard line, then let out a breath of air.

"The thing is...we aren't just high school sweethearts. Alice...she saved my life in so many ways. And it's not even just that. Even when I was at my worst, she loved me. She never cared about who I was, or about all of the terrible stuff I got myself into. She loved me from the start... no one had ever loved me like that before. She makes me feel whole. And good. Nothing ever felt right before her. Without her, I would be so lost…" Jasper explained, his voice quiet and full of passion.

"Son, everyone feels that way about their first girlfriend. It doesn't mean that she is the right one... I'm sure there are tons of girls that would love you in Texas…" Davis tried to convince Jasper, but something Jasper must have done made Davis stop. I was glad too… just the thought of other girls loving Jasper made my veins pulse with anger.

"Dad… if you really can't see what this is, then I don't know how else to show you. Alice is my whole life. I don't want a new girlfriend. I already found the girl for me. I know I can get other girls. Alice and I are different from other couples; I can't even look at other girls that way. It just feels wrong...all I want to look at is Alice. I just can't even explain the feeling... I don't know if I'm supposed to be able to put it into words..." Jasper sighed in defeat.

I could almost feel tears in my eyes. I knew that he loved me and that I loved him the same, but his words were so sweet that I couldn't help reacting that way. His accent slipped into every one of his words.

I knew that Davis wouldn't be able to understand our relationship. No one could. It was just so special and perfect... you couldn't understand it unless you felt it for yourself.

"All right, son. I was just wondering… I do know that you really need her. I can see it. I just really wanted you to come with me… but holidays and summer are better than before, right? And… I decided that if you still want me to, I will help you with your friend. It's the least I can do to make things up to you. Plus, I do owe Nick and Alice, too," Davis decided, his voice stressed, but understanding and soft. I could feel his love for Jasper, which made me even happier at this moment. And the news about him helping Nick was only adding to my happiness.

"Really? You don't have to if it's too much to ask," Jasper said, trying to make sure he was one hundred percent in.

I felt Davis' weight tilt the bed as he sat down on it now.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Sometimes you have to do things because they're morally right...not legally. I have a room all ready for him. I'm sure I could find him a job... it'll be fine," Davis' soothing voice assured Jasper. He was probably saying most of that because he could tell Jasper was stressed out.

"Thanks, Dad," Jasper said quietly, "rest assured, we're taking care of everything we can. All you have to do is follow my directions and I'm pretty sure everything will work." His gratefulness was radiating from his voice.

I tilted my head up a bit and saw Jasper and Davis in a tight, thankful embrace.

"I love you, Jasper," Davis said softly, for the first time.

His voice was emotional and full of truth. I could almost feel the tension in the air become relaxed again. This would mean so much to Jazz. He never had a father to tell him things like that, before. He needed it.

"Thanks," Jasper repeated in a whisper.

I knew he wouldn't be able to say "I love you" back yet. It was too soon for him... but he needed to know that Davis loved him. And Davis knew as well as I did that Jasper's "thanks" was his way of saying "I love you, too."

They continued speaking for about twenty more minutes. Jasper explained that Spencer was taking Nick for the two weeks before school let out, and then he could take him to Texas with the new fake IDs.

Davis departed shortly after that, saying he would see Jasper at school the next day.

"I know you're awake, darling," Jasper smirked as Davis closed our door.

I grinned and rolled my head over to look up at his lowered face.

"No I'm not." I stuck my tongue out at him, playfully.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Of course not."

Jasper ran his fingers across my forehead, brushing my bangs out of my eyes, before he jumped off of the bed.

He took off his socks and shirt and put them into the laundry basket. He was back at my side an instant later.

I smiled at the sight of him. I lifted myself, propping myself up with my elbow as he slid under the covers. I quickly repositioned so that his arms were wrapped around me and I was snuggled into his chest.

I was happy that I was wearing a tank top; I could feel the warmth of his soft skin against my own. It felt right. I felt...safe.

"Everything is starting to work out," Jasper whispered into my hair in disbelief.

"It's about time," I snickered, tilting my head up so that I could see his eyes, which were liquid soft, staring straight down at mine.

He nodded his head in agreement with me.

"So, you can't live without me?" I grinned up at him.

His eyes started to sparkle as he shrugged sheepishly.

"No. I don't think I can," he admitted with a cute half smile on his face.

Then, his nose wrinkled a bit in fake disgust, "plus I wouldn't ever know what to wear. I think I've totally lost all ability to dress myself." He grinned at me, and then kissed my nose sweetly.

"Get some sleep, my love. We have a big day tomorrow," Jasper sang softly into my ear. Then he pressed his forehead to mine very lightly and began to sing me to sleep.

I let my eyes slip shut to the soft melody of his voice.

The one thing I hadn't told Jasper, though, was that I hadn't taken my sleeping pills tonight. I was nervous, but I knew that my dreams were something that we had to take advantage of in a situation like this. Maybe they would give us some confidence...or warning.

I slipped into a deep dream almost immediately after my eyes shut.

"Yo, man! Do you have everything in here?" Nick called down the stairs of a large mansion-like-cabin...thing.

In the background, I heard Spencer's familiar laughter fill the room.

"Nope. I am pretty sure I do not have bumper cars...which is a disappointment," Spencer called up to Nick with a chuckle.

A few seconds later, I saw Nick stepping down the stairs quickly to meet Spencer. He stood at his side and showed him something.

"She still looks the same...innocent, yet...there's that hint of mischief in her eyes. She was so cute when she was little!" Nick snickered, as he looked at a picture.

I noticed that it was a picture of me when I was much younger.

"You'd think it was impossible for her to get any cuter, but apparently it's not," Spencer said after looking over the picture, his knee-weakening smile spreading over his face.

"I wonder what my life would be like right now, if Alice hadn't come along," Nick wondered out loud, his eyes looking blankly over the picture.

Spencer bit his bottom lip and shrugged. "Less interesting, that's for sure."

Nick laughed, putting the picture onto a nearby table. The dream slowly pulled back and as the dream faded, I saw them both nod in agreement.

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The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and stretched, letting out a groan. Where was Jasper? I noticed it was pretty early in the morning, but only an hour before we usually woke up. Maybe he was showering, or doing something for tonight.

Tonight. Tonight was it; we would break Nick out of jail.

I felt a flutter in my stomach at the thought of it. Then, I thought to my dream. Luckily, it hadn't been an intense one. It definitely made me more confident about tonight. Somehow, Nick and Spencer ended up together... even if I hadn't seen where Jasper or I were...

I figured I'd better get up now; it was going to be a long day. Very long. I stepped onto the fairly cold floor and headed quietly over to my room, not wanting to wake anyone up. Once I picked out the perfect clothes for the day, I took a quick shower and got ready.

When I finished, it was around the time we were usually getting up. I headed down the long staircase to search for Jasper.

I noticed a pair of converse shoes at the door and a black jacket. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Had someone went shopping without me?

But as I neared the kitchen, my question was answered.

Spencer was leaning against the breakfast bar in his always fashionable way; so casual. His face lit up as he saw me and he pushed off of the bar.

"Hey hun!" he grinned, opening his arms up wide to invite me in. I couldn't help but quickly skip into his awaiting arms; I had missed him. He hugged me tightly to him and took a deep breath.

"Hey Spencer," I breathed back, pulling out of the hug. I gave him a bright smile before sitting down at the breakfast bar. As I sat, Jasper got up to get me something to eat. I sent him a smile of thanks before turning to Spencer.

"How'd you get here so fast? How'd you get out of working? Didn't ours moms chain you down to an office chair yet?" I questioned him in a fast voice, which made him smile. I had to check up on what was going on.

"The mention of your name and they practically kicked me out. They told me to tell you hello," he explained, not perching back up against the bar quite yet.

I smiled back widely, understanding that those two matchmakers would never give up.

I took this moment to look over Spencer, wanting to see how he was holding up. He still had the big black bags under his eyes, but his eyes were shining and happy, which made me relax a bit. I had been so worried about him. Maybe he was finally getting used to this different life without me... or he was just happy to be back here with me again.

His face fell for a moment, "My dad told me to suck it up and let you go already, though..." Spencer said quietly, his head ducked down to the floor.

I tensed a bit at his words. I was really starting to hate his dad. He was so rude to Spencer and was always putting him down. I wonder if he had always been like that… and why? But of course, I couldn't remember him.

"But mom gave him a real nice slap across the face for that one," Spencer smirked now. He shook his head and laughed at the memory and moved toward Jasper.

Jasper and Spencer exchanged a few words I couldn't hear, but I didn't mind. I was pretty sure it was about Spencer's dad, though. I knew Jasper didn't like him much either. He reminded him, just a bit, of Steve.

I watched a little, amused as I watched the two of them at work. They began to try and make pancakes.

"It was only supposed to be two eggs," Jasper groaned at Spencer after he put too many eggs in the bowl. Spencer had a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Oops," he chuckled, throwing me a quick wink.

Jasper glared darkly at him then shrugged.

"Oh well…" Jasper flashed me a gorgeous smile that caught me off guard. I had to take in a quick breath.

Now that I thought about it, they could definitely make a cooking show. They would get a lot of girls watching it. A lot. They were both godly gorgeous and funny... I wouldn't complain if I had to watch this more often.

After about fifteen more minutes, they finished cooking. Jasper walked over with a pleased smile and put a plate down in front of me. The plate had two pancakes on it with strawberries and whipped cream. I slowly went to grab my fork, but Jasper caught my hand.

"First, my good morning kiss," he instructed, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, fighting back a grin.

I obviously wasn't complaining. I tilted my head upward to his lowered one, letting my mouth connect with his, kissing him slowly and tenderly.

"Good morning, Jazz," I breathed against his lips. I felt him grin against me.

"Good morning, darling," he replied, pulling back and sitting into the chair beside me.

Spencer walked up a moment after; he had probably been stalling behind. I moved back so I could begin to eat, but I heard Spencer clear his throat.

"What kind of hosts are you? Where is my good morning kiss?" Spencer joked, plopping down in one of the bar stools.

Jasper laughed a short loud laugh and rolled his eyes.

"Oh right, sorry," I apologized and stood up, walking over to him.

Jasper's and Spencer's eyes both widened in shock as I actually neared him.

"Let me get Emmett for you," I winked at him playfully. Spencer's nose wrinkled in disgust and he shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no. I'm good," he assured me, putting his hands up in surrender. I giggled and nodded, walking back over to my chair.

We all began to eat in a peaceful silence before Spencer spoke again.

"So, what's your plan for tonight? Do you have all the kinks worked out?" Spencer questioned, popping a strawberry covered in whipped cream in his mouth.

Jasper propped his elbows up on the bar and let out a stressed breath.

"Well, we have the times right. We will probably call the police on the gang for something... still have to think of what that something is..."

Spencer interrupted, "You're sure that calling the cops will get the ones at the jail to leave?"

"Yeah, it's a small town. They're the only two on duty at night, and they get bored at the prison when they're there so late, so they both leave when they get a call," Jasper paused before adding, "I've seen it happen...when I was in there before..."

"Okay, good. What's next?" Spencer asked. I was glad he didn't decide to dwell on it...

"Well, then somehow we have to shut the cameras off. Alice and I were thinking we could probably find the electricity box and short circuit it, causing the cameras to shut off. We would need to bring some flashlights then, I guess," Jasper explained, thinking it through as he spoke.

Spencer leaned down to grab his backpack.

"I can help with the camera thing," he mumbled, rummaging around, looking for something specific. He pulled out a small round device and set it on the table, then put his backpack down.

"When you turn it on, it sends out waves that interfere with the picture on the screens. The camera still takes in the image, but the television is unable to process it...it jumbles the recording," he tried to explain how it worked, "We--I used to use it in my dad's garage to take his car out for rides," he told us.

Jasper's eyes were wide as he looked over it, surprised.

"Oh... well, I guess that will work a lot better," Jasper laughed nervously.

He picked the device up and moved it around in his hands, fidgeting with it.

"That's awesome," Jasper chuckled, and handed it back to Spencer, "Could have used that before..."

His voice became just a tad duller, remembering something from the past. Only I noticed.

I dropped my hand off of the table at the exact time Jasper did, our hands finding each other. His thumb lightly traced over mine up and down, continuously.

"So, do you have a place for Nick to stay?" I asked him now.

Spencer's eyes began to dance with excitement. He nodded and popped another strawberry in his mouth. After he finished chewing, he explained.

"A cabin," he answered shortly, not explaining anything at all. Where was it? Who owned it? Was he just dumping Nick off in a little cabin in the woods?!

"What cabin?" I questioned further. Spencer's jaw muscles tightened for a moment and he gulped.

"One in the woods…" He smirked at me, but his eyes were a bit troubled, causing me to question more...even if I wasn't sure I should.

"Who owns this cabin?" I asked him.

Jasper glanced at me questioningly, wanting to know why I was pushing him, but I just ignored him.

Spencer bit his bottom lip for a moment then shrugged.

"Ours," he answered in a quick, low voice. He was avoiding my eyes entirely now, dropping his head to the bowl of strawberries.

Oh… We have a cabin? So that was why he didn't want to say much.

After a few silent moments, and a thick, awkward silence, Spencer's head came back up.

"I'm sure Nick will like it there," Spencer assured Jasper, his smiled wide and happy, but I could see the distant pain. Probably old memories shooting around in his head… the same ones I still couldn't remember.

Spencer shot me a quick glance, trying to tell me not to worry about it.

"If it's anything like your houses, then I'm sure he will," Jasper agreed, sneaking a strawberry off of my plate and taking a bite of it.

I glared darkly him. He held the strawberry in his teeth, frozen, before he slowly took the strawberry out of his mouth, whipped cream still on his lips. He was teasing me!

He started to lick the whipped cream off of his bottom lips, his eyes squinting as he held back a smile.

I shook my head disapprovingly at him and he squeezed my hand in his and tilted his head to the side.

Jasper ducked his head forward, so it was beside mine, "So I can't dress myself anymore; maybe I can't clean myself up, either," he breathed into my ear. He was such a tease! And right in front of Spencer!So this was his payback… well, I wasn't having it.

I narrowed my eyes and sneakily picked up a napkin off of the table, making sure Jasper didn't see me. I swiftly shoved it at his mouth, stuffing it partly into his mouth to clean his lips.

He broke out into laughter and pulled back, taking the napkin out of his mouth.

"That wasn't exactly what I meant," he chuckled, his deep laugh filling the room.

I couldn't help but join in. His light mood made me feel a lot better. Spencer looked at us both like we had grown an extra head.

"Yeah…anyways…." he smirked, looking at us both, amused.

I was surprised at how it didn't seem to hurt him. Maybe he was finally getting over me... other than the cabin thing, he seemed to be really relaxed here.

I heard Emmett's hard footsteps booming down the stairs, informing us that everyone else was awake now.

Spencer scooped the camera blocking device up and slipped it into his backpack.

Emmett froze in the doorway, his eyes freezing on Spencer.

"You're back again," Emmett grumbled. He was still not warming up to Spencer.

But Spencer grinned widely at him and nodded.

"Yeah I missed you too much," Spencer winked at Emmett.

Emmett's eyes widened, but then he shook it off quickly, making a gagging sound.

"I actually brought you something though," Spencer informed him, his voice not so humorous anymore.

Emmett's eyes still held a glint of suspicion, but he couldn't stop them from lighting up like a little kid on Christmas.

Spencer stuck his hand in his backpack and pulled out a signed football. He tossed it over to Emmett with a polite smile.

"You got me this?!" Emmett gasped in surprise.

My eyes were about as wide as Emmett's. Why was Spencer being so nice to Emmett? Emmett had always been a jerk to him!

Jasper leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Spencer got it signed by Emmett's favorite football player," he whispered to me. Jasper had already known about this, I guessed.

Spencer shrugged nonchalantly at Emmett, like it was nothing at all.

"I heard I missed your birthday," Spencer blew it off, starting to eat strawberries again. Emmett's still shocked expression made me laugh. I think he was feeling bad now.

"T-thanks man," he stuttered, looking at the football. Then, he turned back around to go upstairs, yelling, "ROSE! Guess what!?"

Spencer shot Jasper a look and they both chuckled.

I continued to eat and finished my pancakes in a matter of minutes while Jasper and Spencer talked about tonight. Spencer actually sounded like he knew a lot about this stuff, which surprised me, because I had thought we were usually pretty good kids.

After breakfast, I hurried up the stairs to get my backpack. Jasper followed me, practically on my heels.

As I entered his room, he shut the bedroom door and flipped the lock.

He then walked over to me with a goofy grin on his face. I threw him a curious glance as I picked up my backpack.

"You are so beautiful this morning, darling," he sang to me, putting his hands on my cheeks, stroking them with love.

I looked into his eyes as they smothered me with a deep love.

Before I could offer him a compliment, he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me with a deep passion. I grinned before opening my mouth quickly, wanting more. He pulled away for a breath and panted a bit.

"Promise me," he started, his voice slightly hoarse as he took another deep breath. He pecked my mouth again, "Promise me, that if anything goes wrong tonight, you will run. Don't wait for me, Alice. You have to promise me," he pleaded, his eyes begging for reassurance.

My eyes widened and I shook my head. "If we go down, we go down together," I said forcefully, not agreeing to anything.

His hands moved from my face to my shoulders. He held me tightly, but not enough that it hurt.

"No. You have to run. Please. I couldn't live with myself if you were in jail or in trouble. I can't protect you in there…." His eyes were so troubled, I almost agreed.

I put my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

"Let's just not get caught, okay?" I reasoned, kissing his hard chest.

"Simple enough," he chuckled, his chest rumbling. But his eyes were still worried as he stared at me. It was as if he was trying to memorize every inch of my face.

"You aren't going anywhere and neither am I," I assured him, holding him a bit tighter at even the thought of having him taken away from me. Again. It had been hell enough when they had just had him in holding before his trial.

He put his nose in my hair and took a few deep breaths, causing his muscles to relax a bit. When Jasper didn't speak, I continued.

"Everything is planned out perfectly. They won't catch us. Or you. I wouldn't let them take you away from me again, anyways."

"I wouldn't let them take me away, either," he admitted, kissing my hair.

I got a guilty look on my face, "And... did I tell you I didn't take my pills last night?"

He pulled back to look at me with a concerned face, "You didn't? Were you---are you...okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I did it on purpose to see if I could dream anything about tonight. And I saw it-- Nick and Spencer together at a cabin. Everything is going to be fine," I said, pulling back a bit to kiss up his jaw line. I didn't feel the need to mention that I hadn't seen either of us in my dream. Why worry him more?

Jasper just nodded, but seemed more relaxed at this news.

"I love you," he whispered down to me, kissing my lips very gently, "Never forget it."

"How could I?" I murmured back, hugging him tightly to me before letting him go.

Jasper's hand stayed in mine, but then after a few moments he let go, too.

"Can you ask Spencer to drive you to school? I'm just going to make sure everything is in place for tonight before I leave," Jasper instructed me.

I nodded obediently. He gave me a soft smile and sighed before crushing his lips against mine in another kiss. "I'll see you there."

I nodded again and left the room, skipping down to the kitchen where Spencer had remained.

I entered the kitchen and glanced around for him. He was at the sink with a cup of water. I saw him throw a pill into his mouth and chug the water down. Spencer hadn't been taking any pills the last time he had been here...? I would have noticed...

"Spencer?" I whispered, not even knowing why I said his name.

His whole body whipped around to see me, his eyes wide in guilty surprise.

He gulped hard before shoving a tiny bottle into his pocket.

Why was he taking pills? What were they? Was Spencer taking drugs? My mind went wild with assumptions.

"Spencer..." I said again, my eyes narrowing in concern, "What...?"

Author's Note: SPENCER IS ON EXTASY! *innocent smile* just kidding, OR AM I? Muhahaha.
So the big night is tonight, the attempt to free Nick from a life of loneliness, will it work? We shall see!
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