A/N: I'm using this to seperate the memories from the actual events.
Jasmin was staring up at her ceiling after another night of restless sleep. It had been almost a year since Al had last contacted her. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read 7:30, so she decided to get up. She had been living with her brother for a few months now. Logan pretty much used her as a housekeeper. Since it was early, she decided to get started on breakfast. Jasmin got up and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. She looked at the B-B gun sitting in the corner of her room. Logan had given it to her for her birthday a couple of months ago. She never actually used it; Logan had just thought it would be good for her to get into the family business. She laughed to herself as she began to remember what first acquainted Al when he first entered the house…
When Alphonse stepped into the house the first thing he saw was a wall…full of guns. His face paled a bit. Jasmin turned back and noticed Al's expression.
"Oh Alphonse, you know how I told you that my dad owned a gun shop? Well it's kind of a family business, so don't worry," she said sort of nervously.
"Yeah, I won't use any of um on you…" Logan called from the couch in the living room, "…yet."
Alphonse gulped and his eyes got bigger.
"Uh, don't mind him, he's just teasing you."
She grabbed Al's hand and started to pull him up the stairs, "Come on, I'll so you to your room."
Alphonse stared down at their joined hands, he felt his cheeks become warm. Jasmin realized what she was doing and quickly let go when they reached the top of the stairs.
"Um…sorry."
"It's okay."
"Well," she paused to clear her throat, "here is your room", she said while opening the door.
"The dresser is right there, but I don't think you'll want to unpack cause we're leaving tomorrow anyways, the bathroom's two doors down and my room is right across the way so if you need anything just knock."
"Okay thanks."
"It's no problem." Jasmin closed the door as she left the room.
She headed downstairs to talk to her brother. She had always enjoyed talking to her brother. Sure he was almost ten years older then her, eight years to be exact. He had always been easy to talk to and comfortable to be around. She saw him sitting on the couch playing his guitar. She plopped down on the white couch. She looked to the floor, it was covered with empty bottles and papers of unfinished songs.
"You don't even clean up for your girlfriend?" a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Ah…she don't mind, besides if you would've told me you had company I woulda cleaned up some."
"No you wouldn't have."
"Yeah…you're right."
Jasmin playfully punched her brother's arm. He chuckled and put down his guitar.
"You like 'em don'tcha?"
Jasmin's face turned light pink.
"I do not!" she said quickly in defense.
"Do too, why is your face like a tomato?"
"You don't even know what the heck you're talking about, you're still buzzed."
"Am not! I've been sober for five hours know," he said giving her a grin.
"Whatever," his sister said while slumping down into her seat. She crossed her arms and stared at the floor again. She was beginning to scare her older brother because of the serious face she was wearing.
"What's on your mind Jazzy?"
She didn't answer for a few seconds.
"What's for dinner?"
Logan smacked her on the back of the head as he stood up and began walking away.
"What?!" Jasmin yelled as she held the back of her head.
Logan turned back to her and coolly replied, "Nothin'".
He went into the kitchen. Jasmin just laughed to herself and headed to her room until dinner was ready.
After Jasmin had gotten dressed she stepped out of her room and started for the kitchen. When she got to the stairs she stopped. She looked back to the guest bedroom. She backed up and looked into the nearly empty room. It was exactly the same as Alphonse had left. She shook her head and continued on down the stairs.
A/N: Even though he may sound like a drunk but he's NOT. Logan will be put into the main story a few more times because I think he's cool. PLEASE review! I would really like to here what you have to say about my story.
