"We're so happy to have you. Carlisle was hoping to be able tobe here, but it's hard for him to take time off of work. Hopefully he'll be home around six." Esme says with a smile as she leads Rosalie and Jasper into the house. She slips her sandals off and sets them neatly on the plastic shoe mat next to the door. Jasper kicks his boots off, but leaves them knocked over on the floor. Rosalie removes her tennis shoes and puts them and Jasper's boots next to Esme's before following her towards the stairs. "Edward and Emmett will be home from school at four. They're excited to meet you. It's been a while since we've had anyone new in the house."

Rosalie nods and eyes the pictures on the walls of the stairwell. Black frames of different styles and sizes hold pictures of tons of different people. Rosalie assumes some are distant family members, but some are obviously foster kids. Their nationality and skin color gives it away. She counts four different kids who she's sure are foster children. But where are they now?

Jasper just scowls and wrinkles his nose at everything he passes. Stupid white carpet. He bets these Cullen people probably are so concerned about keeping it nice that they'll freak out if he eats anywhere other than the kitchen. He hates people who only let you eat in the kitchen. He's a growing boy, and sometimes growing boys need to eat in front of the TV. He glances at the woodwork. Every shelf, every inch of molding and anything else wood is dust free. It's a big house, and he doesn't want to get stuck with the tedious task of dusting. The living room is on the right and can be seen over the railing. They have a freaking piano. That's like the complete opposite of Jasper's musical tastes. He'd rather play a guitar. But he scowls about that as well. He knows no one wants to drop a bunch of money on an instrument for a kid that isn't theirs. He hasn't had a guitar to play in years.

In the hall at the top of the stairs are wedding pictures of Esme and a blonde hair man the siblings assume is Dr. Carlisle are in the hallway. Rosalie thinks it's cute to have a picture of the couple kidding in a tux and dress under a white arch. Jasper thinks the picture is too good to be true. Dr. Cullen probably is a real jackass. Even the title doctor makes him cringe. Going to the doctors suck, so living with one will be hell. And he'll probably put them in a special diet to make sure they're getting enough sodium and not to much potassium or something like that. Doctors are horrible people in Jasper's mind. Doctors could have saved his dad, but they didn't. They could have helped his mom, but they didn't. They could have-

"Jasper, you'll be sharing a room with Edward." Esme explains and pushes open a door. She steps into Edward's bedroom. A bed frame is set up, but there's no box spring or mattress. A tall dresser is pushed against the wall. "The mattress is still in the garage. Carlisle will be bringing it up after work. Your space is the right side."

Of course the bed's not up, Jasper scoffs. Why would it be? Not like they knew a foster kid was coming. Yeah, this Carlisle fella is definitely not a family man. Not in Jasper's eyes, at least.

Rosalie shrugs. The room looks nice. Edward must like to stay organized. The carpet is clean, and Edward's bed is made. The left of the room has a bookshelf that's packed full and an old style turn table cabinet. A long short dresser has a CD player on top of it, three large binders full of CD's, and a laptop. Nothing is out of place. She holds back a chuckle. Jasper's not the neatest person, so he might drive poor Edward crazy.

"Why don't you put your bag down and I'll show you the rest of the house." Esme suggests with a smile. Jasper grunts in reply and drops his duffel bag by the door before stepping into the hallway. Esme ignores his rude behavior. He''s not the first angry teenager to come to their home. So she just steps out of the room and leads them farther down the hall. "The door on the left is the bathroom. This one here is Emmett's room. Steer clear of his room. I love him but the boy is a slob. I'm surprised we haven't lost anyone in that disaster. And down here is your room, Rosalie."

Just like with Jasper's room, Esme opens the door to show Rosalie's hers. It's noting fancy. Just a bed, a dresser and a bookshelf, but she likes it. God knows she's lived in worse.

"This is nice. I like it." Rosalie says kindly. "Could we maybe have a few minutes to settle in?"

"Of course, dear!" Esme responds. "Take as much time as you need. I'll be downstairs. I'm going to throw together a salad for lunch if you're hungry."

"Okay. Thanks." Rosalie smiles as Esme steps out of the room. As soon as she does, Jasper shuts the door.

"I don't like it here." He declares with his arms angrily crossed.

"You're being a jackass about this." Rose tells him. "I like it. Esme seems nice."

"You're only saying that because you already have a bed."

"They have a bed for you. It's just not set up yet."

"I can't even rest." Jasper whines and shuffles to Rosalie's bed. He dramatically throws himself onto the white comforter. Rosalie laughs at him.

"If you're that tired, then sleep in here."

"I'm gonna." He promises, cracks a tiny smile at his sister and curls up with his head on the pillow.

"You're such a baby."

"You're such a bitch."

Rosalie smirks, kicks her bag towards the dresser and start to unpack.

"You know, Jasper, this really isn't as bad as you're making it seem. I'm sure the Cullen's are nice people. Can you at least give them a change? If you drop your bitter ass attitude, you'll feel better about all this. This is a nice home. If we play our cards right, we can really have it good here. Can you just attempt to not be so negative about this?" She asks him.

"Shut up, Rose. I'm taking a nap." Jasper says. Rosalie grabs an old, small brown teddy bear from her bag and throws it at Jasper. It hits him in the face, but he just smirks and tucks it under his arm, knowing she will be annoyed with his calm response. She rolls her eyes and starts unpacking again.

"All I'm saying is if you're a little nicer, things will work better here. Please just try."

"We'll see, Rosie."

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