You, Me, Him, Her... Us? What?

(Chris's POV)

I open my eyes to see a sea of black. I'm floating in this dark void. I have control over my limbs and I can see my limbs as well, "Hello?" I call out.

There is an echo, suddenly, the black starts to fade and color comes to light, I'm standing in a dark room, looking around, and realize that I know this room, "No."

It's my old room, I can see the sleeping child - me - in her - my - bed. I hear the front door open, I look at the clock and see it is the early hours of the morning. This is the night that changed my life. I walk over to the bed and place my hand on the headboard, my hand goes right through. I look at the sleeping girl and walk towards the door, I turn to look at her, "Everything's going to get better," I whisper.

I walk through the door and head down stairs, I pause every now and then to look at the photos and to listen to the invaders. I make it to the floor to see the two people who ruined, yet improved, my life. They are being very careful, walking in and out of the rooms. They are each carrying a sack and, in their waistbands, a handgun. They are putting valuables in their bags and are taking their time to collect them, "Then how was there a crash?"

I walk close to them as they start to whisper, "We need to kill everyone in the house, Sabrino."

He doesn't disagree or agree, he just follows his aunt's instructions. The woman makes her way to the stairs, NOTHING has crashed. I start to get frantic and look to find the guy, he's by the T.V. and right next to it is my mother's favorite vase, I rush over and pray that I can knock it over. I go for it.

My hand goes through the vase, and I get angry. I try again, no dice. I finally take a deep breath and think of my family, how happy I am to be a Whitlock, I try again and finally the vase shatters on the floor, "What the hell?"

I breathe a sigh of relief. The woman runs over and hits her nephew over the head, "What the fuck?"

"I don't know, it just fell," he says.

I watch the encounter and hold my breath as they walk towards me, but they walk right through me. They go through everything again, making sure they didn't miss anything, then heading towards the stairs, I walk over to the lamp that I know my father hated and pushed it over.

Everything goes on as I remember hearing, I watch my father come down with his gun, but the two saw him as he was scoping out the place and shot him, then the woman walks over and shoots him in the head. I hear my mother, I'm just following the intruders, I watch my mother get killed and them search for me.

I watch everything unfold and it hurts to watch. I watch the little girl leave and search, then leave the house to the neighbors. I can hear the sire-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I open my eyes, I'm laying on a cool pillow, I close my eyes and try to drown out the sound, but my pillow starts to move, then I remember... "Oh, shit!"

"Relax Chris," Jasper says, with a laugh, after I jump off him.

"Oh, Jasper, I'm so sorry," I am frantic, I slept on him, rather peacefully, but still! I fall off my bed and onto my back while attempting to get away from him, "Ow."

He just starts laughing, next to me in a flash, "Are you alright?"

"Just peachy," I say, propping myself onto my elbows, "That will defiantly wake one up in the morning," I grumble.

He just laughs and holds his hand out to me, I give him my arm, grabbing onto his forearm, he helps me to my feet, "I have never fallen out of my bed."

I just glare at him, "I'm going to take a shower," I turn to walk away, his snickers are rather loud.

I go through my shower routine taking a longer time and make it back to my room at a quarter to six. Jasper is sitting on my bed, looking through a book, he's wearing a different outfit and his hair is dripping wet. He knows I'm here, but he doesn't move, so I sigh.

I just pretend he isn't there, normally I would have taken my towel off after closing my door, but someone is in here, meaning I have to leave the wet towel on.

I go to my dresser, going to the left side first, opening my top pant drawer, grabbing out some faded green cargo pant. I move to the right side and open up each of the three drawers to get out a tank, bra and some matching panties. I place the clothes on top of the dresser and move to my closet, grabbing a skin tight, green, long sleeved top. I bend down to grab my brown tennis shoes and a pair of socks from the bin next to my shoes.

I grab my clothes and head towards the restroom. I take my sweet time getting changed, I decide not to bother with the makeup and hair shit today, so I just pull my hair back into a ponytail, I look at the clock on the wall to see it's a six-thirty. I head downstairs to make some breakfast, to find Jasper already there, putting something on a plate, "Thought I would make you breakfast."

I look at the plate, French Toast, "Thanks," this is my favorite breakfast food, next to pancakes, "I appreciate it, Jasper."

We talk as I eat, I don't know how many times I have said 'Sorry,' to this guy, but he just brushes it off. I finish my breakfast and we are out the door by a quarter to seven, "Have Peter and Charlotte ever pulled this on you before?"

I have to think for a moment, "No, after I started living with them, we never moved, but they have gone hunting for weeks and we've gone on vacation, but... Nothing like this."

He keeps quiet after this, leaving me to think some very unsavory things. We make it to the school not thirty minutes after leaving my house, I will NEVER understand why they feel the need to drive as fast as they do, but I'm just along for the ride.

We make it to the school to see the Cullen 'kids'. I don't want to get out of the car, but I refuse to be anything but a confidant person. I get out and start to walk towards the bench by the door of the school, "Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Jasper asks.

"Not to a place where I am unwelcome," I say, "I know they are listening, I know that they don't like me, why would I go over and talk to people who don't want me around?"

"Please?" he asks, I shake my head, then, the last thing I ever expected, he starts poking me, "Please, please, please, please, please-" it keeps going, and going and going, until, "Pleeeeeeeee...eeease?"

"Fine!" I laugh, I never thought that the Major would act like such a child, five minutes straight.

I walk over with him to the Cullen Clan, "Hello," he says with a smile.

"Howdy," I say with a small smile, I'm going to attempt to be pleasant.

Emmett gives me a hug, "How ya doin', Chris?"

"I'm fine, Emmett, how about you?"

"Good, thanks," Emmett says with a big smile, he may look intimidating, but I don't know if he really is.

I look over at Rosalie, she looks pissed, I sigh, "Ms. Hale, may I ask as to why you hate me so?"

She just growls at me, "I don't want my brother getting hurt, and you're a human and you can't be trusted," she looks at Jasper, then Emmett, "This," she motions to me, "is not a good idea. She's going to betray us and get us killed!"

"Ms. Hale," I say, "I was raised by Peter and Charlotte, I would never betray my family. You have the right to your own opinion of me and I appreciate your honesty about how you feel. Is there anything I could do to prove to you that I am sincere?"

She looks at me like I have grown another head, all of them do, "Tell us how you ended up with the Whitlock's," Edward spits out the name, like they are beneath him, Alice agrees and Rosalie eventually, reluctantly, nods.

"You don't have to!" Emmett and Jasper say shortly after.

"No, if Ms. Rosalie wants to know, she has every right to," I say, looking her in the eyes. I start my tale, leaving out large chunks of time, just condensing it just enough, "Anything else, Ms. Rosalie?"

"What is your intentions for Jasper?" Alice asks.

I continue to look at Rosalie, "I think the question should be revisited at a later date, since my parents are the ones who made it his business."

"Why are you trying to get on my good side?" Finally! A question from her!

"You remind me of my best friend," I tell her honestly, thinking of Kylie, "She is a right bitch to everyone except the people closest to her and isn't afraid to speak her mind. You may not want to be friends, and I don't expect it to occur, but I would like to develop a bit of respect, or tolerance, for each other."

Edward and Alice sneer, "That's a load of shit!"

"Believe what you want," I say with a shrug, "I could tell you that my favorite movie is Saw, my best friend for many years was my stuffed puppy named Giggy and that I broke my leg falling out of a tree, but I can't force you to believe any of it. For all I know, you think that I'm a lying piece of trash that should have died along with my parents," I look over my shoulder to see people looking in our direction, "It was a pleasure talking to you people."

I walk away. I start walking past people and get called many different things, the most popular includes 'Slut,' 'Baby,' 'Southern Comfort,' 'Whore,' and the like, "Hey, Chris!"

I turn, "Oh, hey, Tyler."

"What's up?"

"Nothing, how about you?"

"I'm good," he says with a smile, "Hey, don't listen to all of them."

"Thanks for caring, Tyler."

He blushes, "Call me Ty."

"Alright, Ty," I try it out, "Give me a few days of calling you that and it won't sound weird coming from me."

He just laughs, "So, why were you talking to the Cullen's?"

"My parents know theirs and I'm trying to get them to stop hating me," not a complete lie, he puts his arm around me and gives me a squeeze.

"I don't know whether to support you or tell you to give up."

I can't help but laugh, he laughs too. He is an awesome guy, I think I made a great friend.

(Jasper's POV)

'That guy is talking to our Mate.'

'Tyler won't try anything.'

'Mate feels comfortable with him,' the Major growls.

'She doesn't know how we feel about this,' I say, watching him put his arm around her back, giving her a hug of sorts.

We hear her laugh, 'That should be us!'

'You need to relax,' I say, 'She'll find out in due time.'

He growls, I can feel him scratching, clawing closer, 'She should know NOW.'

It's almost time for class, so my family and I head our separate ways, after Edward and Alice tell me to just 'dump' her. The day goes by in a blur, the Major and I arguing back and forth about our Mate. I don't know why he wants to just tell her, flat out, but this topic needs to be addressed strategically.

Lunch rolls around and I watch her sit with Tyler and the other boys, most of the male population, and the most popular ones of the school I might add, has gravitated towards her, "You're such a bitch to the other girls," I hear one of the Track players say.

"They want to look and act like sluts, I'll treat them the way anyone would after they use them," she pauses to take a drink of water, "They might as well get used to it."

All the boys like her, from she is just part of the group to wanting her to bed. They all talk and joke around, and it's starting to make me mad, 'Why do you feel so upset, Jasper?' the Major asks, 'She doesn't know how we feel about her, so why wouldn't she be hitting on other guys? She has every right to.'

'But she isn't hitting on them, she's just being herself,' I retort, 'They are just gravitating towards her.'

One after another she tells them she isn't interested when the topic comes up, then they go back to having a great time, until, "Hey, Chris?"

"Yeah, Dan?" Dan's the quarterback on our team, he's in a relationship with the team running back, Mark.

"There's going to be a party at my place this weekend, I was wondering if you'd like to come," he says, then quickly adds, "It's a PRIVATE party," he emphasizes.

She thinks it over for a moment, "Who's all going to be there?"

"All the players on the sports teams," he says.

"How about girls?"

"I did say sports teams, we do have women teams," he laughs.

"Yes, of course," she says, "I will think it over and let you know tomorrow?"

"Of course," he says.

They go back to talking about nothing of importance, 'She's going,' the Major growls.

I just sigh, "Jazzie, don't worry about her," Alice says flirtatiously, "You have me."

I just shake my head, "No, Alice, I don't, I'm done with you."

"What?"

"You and I both know that we are not mates," I say, everyone, but Edward, looks somewhat surprised, "We were two lonely souls looking for a rock, I have found my Mate in Chris, over there. We are through."

I can feel her rage, surprise and embarrassment, "But, I love you."

"The Mating pull has me linked to her, I will not cheat on her, knowing full well she is my other half."

"What if she 'cheats' on you?"

I growl, the Major growls, "She doesn't know, and I plan on letting her live her life, until I feel she is ready to know."

"You mean when you have the balls to tell her," Alice sneers.

"She has the right to do whatever she wants, and-"

"Whoever she wants," Edward taunts.

I growl, but he's right. I want her to live her life, the life she would have lived, that's why I want to wait until graduation, but I don't think I'll be able to make it to Christmas.

I hear her laugh, she feels happy, that's all I want.

'You could change her now,' the annoying voice says.

'She deserves a few more years.'

"So, are you guys inviting the Cullen kids?" she asks.

"No," Sam, a basketball player, says, "Not like they'd come, so why bother?"

I know that if we would have attempted to be more human, we would be invited. I would love to get up, like I did yesterday, but I refrain. The bell rings and I head to art, my favorite class of the day