WARNING: this is an uninteresting chapter that nothing really happens in. You can just skip to the bottom and read the last few lines from Jasper's pov.

you know how much plagiarizing thrills me.
not my characters.

BPOV

Sometimes I wished I could hear what was going on in Alice's mind, how she justified packing as many clothes that would fit in a suit case I didn't own. And then she wasn't even letting me see most of the clothes! I got bored with her fashion pep-talk and tried to slip out of the room when she wanted to buy a new lamp.

"What are you doing?" I asked reading over her should. I read in the task bar thing and she was looking at pictures of glass lamps.

"Buying a Tiffany glass lamp," she said sorting them by price and skipping to the last page.

"Why? Don't you have enough lamps?"

"Jasper and Emmett are about to break one," she shrugged right before I heard a loud bang followed by a shattering crash!

"Wouldn't it have been just as effective if you broke up the fight?" I asked looking out the door to see Emmett pinned to the remains of a once-priceless coffee table.

"Yeah, but then I don't get to shop..."

I rolled my eyes. I thought of saying that I would go see what Edward was up to but then I realized that Alice was too obsessed with shopping for her lamp to care. Esme and Carlisle were breaking up the boys downstairs and Rosalie was still packing some last minute things. I wondered what the hell Emmett did to get Jasper so pissed off.

I walked down the halls trying to be invisible and into Edward's room. He was laying on his bed listening to his CD player, writing in his journal. I quickly remembered something about Edward letting me read it but stealing it back from me so I decided I would surprise him. I started walking as quietly as possible before I had enough room to jump onto the bed and scare him.

"Hello Bella," he said turning around and snapping his ear phones off. Looking at the shattered plastic he sighed. "I really liked this pair."

"Oh no, you aren't getting out of it that easy!" I jumped on the bed in front of him.

"Get out of what?" he asked innocently drawing his face closer to mine and trailed soft kisses down my jaw.

"Don't you try to dazzle me Edward Cullen."

"Who said I was trying to dazzle you?" he whispered into my ear, rubbing his cold hairs down my back and I could feel him through my shirt. "Why would you ever draw that conclusion?"

"Says the vampire with the firm boundaries," I muttered to myself, turning so I could kiss him back. Edward kissed harder and leaned me back on to the bed. This was the closest we'd ever been, at least in a horizontal position. Some strands of Edward's hair fell into my face and he looked like he was engraving the picture of me like this in his memory.

"You're beautiful," he told me, bring himself closer.

"Edward," Carlisle came in without knocking. "Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt."

Both our heads snapped up and I went red as a pomegranate. Edward looked like he wanted to kill Carlisle until he came back to me. He got up, smoothed out his shirt and left the room, closing the door behind him. Carlisle was left here looking very embarrassed, I was just trying not to make eye contact.

"I needed some help with a situation downstairs..." he said trying to make this less awkward."Emmett and Jasper seem to want to kill each other. Do you have any clue why?"

"Something happened at school," I said trying to be vague.

"What could have sparked such hatred between them?"

"Uh...I think Emmett locked Jasper in a closet with another boy, Tyler Crowley I think, and started making out with Rosalie in front of the door so Jasper couldn't get out," I said going by what Edward had told me in his excuse for being late to class. Though, technically, no one ever gets marked late for gym. "Things were really getting heated before Jasper broke the door and then he chased Emmett down and is trying to kill him."

"Why am I always the last to find these things out?" he shouted a thanks jumping down the stairs when something else broke. It sounded expensive.

So there I was left alone in Edward's room while the family tried to break up the hell going on downstairs. My eyes fell on Edward's journal and I gave an evil smile.

Wait! This was his private journal where he kept his upmost secrets and thoughts for the past how many years, untouched by anyone but him. It would be a server violation of trust to open it and read it without his approval.

Screw it.

I grabbed the book eagerly and practically tore the front cover off. All journals started the same hi, my name is ------- I am -------- years old and I am in -----th grade. That's why I skipped the beginning and opened to the middle. I started reading his handwriting as fast as I could but I slowed down when I started skipping lines.

February 7th

We've just moved into our house in Roslyn, New York. I never really liked Long Island. It's been so long since we have been here, Alice and Jasper haven't ever stepped foot in this house. Alice found the Roosevelt Field Mall and is quite occupied and Emmet took Rosalie to Jones Beach.

I think out of all the houses we own this is my least favorite. It's a nice house, a brown Tutor-Colonial that we have to repaint. But it there are terrible hunting conditions in the suburbs and it never rains here enough so we don't go out unless it is an amazing year. Alice has her predictions that its better here than anywhere else and we all know not to bet against my dear sister.

The moving truck isn't here yet and probably won't be for the next few hours so everyone's left the house. This is why we shouldn't trust anyone else with our possessions. Carlisle already put us into the school system so I think I might go today instead of waiting idle.

Something here irks me more than the rest of this quiet, closed neighborhood. Something about the house is wrong, everything looks the same but something important isn't right. It's like someone's here that we don't know about. Investigate further.

Edward Anthony Masen

It was a pretty boring entry but Edward sounded somehow mad when he wrote it. I was thinking up a spooky three story house, hidden by a long driveway and well-tended trees. I realized that I was just picturing there house here somewhere in New York but it didn't make much sense so I turned back to the beginning of the book in hopes of making some sense of the book.

"It was a girl," I was so started by Edward's voice that I slammed his journal shut and nearly fell off the bed. Edward caught me with one arm and his words finally started to register.

"What kind of girl?" I said feeling a stab of jealousy.

"Annie," he smiled at my reaction. "A vampire actually, she couldn't have passed for a day over fifteen and she brought up the worst memory of your human life when she touched someone so she always wore gloves. I think I have a picture of her somewhere in there. She tricked me into actually smiling for a family photo."

I couldn't help but feel inferior. He was with a beautiful vampire for who knew how long before I was even born. I didn't want to see her picture because I feared she would be perfect. What if Edward lied when he told me I was his first everything? I felt a familiar cold come over me at the thought. I was going to start crying soon but I wouldn't let him know.

"She was the little sister I never had," he explained and I perked up a bit. There was a sadness to his tone that let me know it was true.

"What happened to her?"

"We came across many vampires, werewolves, and people that effected us deeply," he was having a hard time explaining it. The words made sense, he just didn't know how to put them. "They come, change our world, and leave. They always leave. That's why I'm never letting go of you." He hugged me tight.

"What do you mean humans?" I asked upset again.

"Emmett once met his brother when he was old enough to be his grandfather," he rocked me side to side. "It was sheer coincidence but it was the hardest thing Emmett had ever done in his life. I'll let you read the entire thing, starting at the beginning but I need to be there with you because there are some things I can't explain."

"Like Annie?" I asked pushing the dark book away. He sighed and cast a morose look at the leather bound book.

"Annie was the best and worst thing that had happened to this family before I met you," he said and then realized the double-meaning of his words. I'd never seen him so flustered by anything before, especially not a book. "You filled the 'Best' category."

"I would hope so," I joked around. I lifted myself off the bed and walked around his room. "What did she do to you that was so hurtful?"

Edward shrugged the classic teenage "I don't want to talk about it" shrug.

"I guess she answered so many of our questions and then just left. Annie's one of the few reason's besides Alice that Jasper doesn't go out on a murderous rampage every time he loses a bit of control," Edward got up after me. "There are good parts too."

"I fail to see the bright spot in that."

"I met you," he said. "That's one particular entry I want you to read. I had to write down everything I felt before I could figure out why I was drawn to you but when it clicked I put it all down in that book."

"After we get back from Alaska," I told him turning into him and he kissed me for no apparent reason. We stood there for so long even after I heard someone clear there throat in the doorway. It wasn't until they have a hacking cough that we broke apart.

Jasper was standing there in ragged clothes holding two heavy suit cases in one hand like they were made up of styrofoam. In his other hand his had Edward's car keys. I took the hint that it was time to go before giving Edward a small peck on the cheek and went downstairs.

JPOV

"I thought it would be better I thank you in person for that small piece of hell you put me through," I said handing Edward the heavier of the two which was Alice's suitcase. Edward looked confused for a moment before he realized that I was talking about how Bella's emotions spun like a color wheel back there.

"Sorry," he shrugged taking the bag.

"What were you talking about?" we went past everyone's door and took the bags that they left outside.

"I was telling her about Annie," he said softly and I dropped three of the bags I was carrying.

"What the hell possessed you to bring that up?" I growled.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he shrugged even though I knew he stole the line from a movie. It was a terrible movie actually, I remember Emmett talking about it and he liked it so it must have been horrid.

"She was a nice girl," I said and Edward nodded in agreement.

"Pretty too," he nodded.

"Loved to dance..." another nod.

"It's a shame you had to kill her." I picked up the last of the bags and Edward walked down the stairs silent.

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told you it was boring and ambiguous. written in 1 sitting. please review anyway, they give me ideas.
-jace