Author's note: hello everyone. Thank you again for all your wonderful reviews and comments and advice. To all of you who accepted the challenge, I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Please send me a message when you post it.

I apologise for the long wait. I hated it. I love writing this but this week I had so many school things to do and it keeps getting worse. My CAPE ( Caribbean advanced proficiency Exams) are in may and I really need to start preparing for that and so here comes my next apology. Updates will come really slowly. I have tons of things that just must be done and I will only be able to write on weekends…maybe. I swear I will finish the story but it will take a while. The major plot twists are pending. It is taking long to get the character relationships in a place where I want them. I hope you don't hate me.

So technically, it's not Valentine's day anymore but HAPPY VALENTINES DAY anyway!!! To those of u that have a valentine, I hope you spent the day wisely and to those of us who don't have valentines…HAPPY SINGLE AWARENESS DAY!!!!!! Buy yourself a rose and celebrate!!!

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Anyway..here's the next installment to soprano and bass. Hope you enjoy. This is my valentine's day present to all of you. This chapter is dedicated to cullenfan.

Football

"I love you," she whispered in my ear as we said goodbye. My chest ached to see her leave no matter how short her absence. Rosalie and Emmett said a quick goodbye as well but their subtle pain was but an echo of mine.

It was only then that I realized the immense feeling of security Alice provided me with. Without her omniscience, that military paranoia swept over me. Her presence had lifted that constant vigilance from my shoulders but now I was on edge again. "Relax, Jasper," muttered Edward and I tried, I really did.

On the South side of the house, just a couple minutes run, was a large clearing, almost rectangular. Emmett was already arranging boulders to form goal posts at either end of the field which was tripled the size of a regular one.

Since Edward had the advantage of knowing our thoughts, Emmett and I were a team. Emmett was supposed to stay near the goal; his size restricted the gap to only a small space but he was so overzealous and absorbed in the game that he kept leaving his position to tackle Edward.

The ball rocketed through the heavy air toward the unprotected gap between the boulders. I dived. My head connected with the whistling projectile, deflecting it toward the side of the field. I landed hands first, tilting forward into a roll and I was back on my feet again. Edward was after the ball.

"Goal, Emmett, stay in the goal!" I shouted as I took after Edward. He was fast. He juggled the ball skillfully his eyes following my every move and compensating for it with one of his own. His usually detached aura was non-existent now. He was enjoying himself. If not for his unimaginable speed, I might have been able to tackle before he was able to react to my thought. If only his thought processes would slow down…

I lunged at the ball, my right leg swiping it from under him. It worked!

"Nice move, I didn't think it would," He chuckled. I could shoot from right there but Edward would surely out pace the ball and block the goal; I had to get closer.

"Shoot, Jasper, shoot!" cried Emmet, his voice and aura echoed with a sort of conviction. As I swiveled on the spot and drew my leg back, I could see Edward in my peripheral vision. He stopped, eyes closed, forehead creased and one hand rubbed his temple. The other hand was squeezing the bridge of his nose.

I kicked, but I did not watch the ball's progress, I knew where it would go. I was more interested in Edward's sudden freeze and intense focus. I looked over at Emmett for some sort of explanation. He was erupting with amusement but was also keenly focused on something. A growl ripped through Edward's chest.

"Come on bro, that's what you should do next time," Emmett teased. Edward looked pained but felt very annoyed. He snarled again, training his stare on Emmett's comical expression, he was crouching now. One spring would launch him onto Emmett back before he could exhale, but they both relaxed.

"What was that?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"I was just giving Edward some advice," he answered between guffaws.

"Advice?" I pressed, looking back and forth between them. Edward was still annoyed and Emmett goaded him further.

"Yes, he needs help dealing with the other species,"

"Edward needs help with humans?" I said slowly, breaking the sentence into pieces. If I thought I was confused before, well I was seeing stars now. Of all the 'children', Edward was the most controlled.

"Not humans, soldier…" Emmett replied in a patronizing tone, "Girls," and he wagged his eyebrows.

"Stop that, Emmett!" Edward growled for the third time. He winced and grimaced again.

"Come on bro, if you refuse to turn off the mind games, I'll be forced to show you exactly how to make Tanya happy."

"How many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't turn off," he hissed.

"Who is Tanya?" I asked Emmett, comprehension beginning to dawn on me.

"Tanya is from the Denali clan, in Alaska. They're vegetarians too…a very interesting bunch of girls they are," he mused

"Arghhh, Emmett, can you attempt to control your thoughts?" Edward groaned, still struggling to regain composure.

There were more vampires who lived this way? But why did this upset Edward so? He seemed to have some sort of aversion to them…well at least to this Tanya.

"I have no aversion to Tanya. She is a nice girl. I just don't need Emmett imparting lewd images of what he thinks should happen between Tanya and I into my brain."

"I've discovered that it's the most effective way to distract him, stop him cold like you just saw," Emmett grinned proudly. Edward shook his head in exasperation. What was wrong with Tanya?

"I swear, Tanya is a lovely girl, but I just don't think I need her any closer. She is nothing more than a friend." He said it with finality and even Emmett let it rest.

That 'make Edward freeze' trick might be useful sometime but I wouldn't be able to conjure images of someone I'd never seen.

Author's note: So I realize that a regular football ( the round one) would burst with the way these guys play but for the story's sake lets just imagine that the ball is reinforced or something.

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