Hello readers. Sorry, I haven't updated this story lately. Don't you just hate writers block? Ugh-But don't worry, it's gone now.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I would own the character Edward Cullen. Then my life would be complete. Yeah- that's not happening anytime soon.

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Rosalie's POV

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"I swear there's something odd about that, girl," I told Alice. I was currently laying on her bed, while she rummaged through her closet doing who knows what. That closet was big enough to have a party in. "She even has Emmett in on whatever joke she's pulling. I wouldn't be surprised if she got Jasper joking around with her, too."

Alice finally came out of the closet with clothes that could last for another year without wearing the same thing twice. They were piled up so I couldn't see her face. She walked over to her tiny trash bag that stayed in her room and dropped the clothes. The huge amount of clothing, squished the little plastic trashcan. Alice pouted and stepped back from the pile.

"Alice, the garbage isn't big enough for an entire fall collection," I informed her.

"Yeah, I know. Unfortunately, I'm trying to stay away from the little weirdo downstairs with our husbands. I know what you mean, Rose. I'm afraid she's going to corrupt them."

"I don't blame you for not trying to go down there. They're playing some stupid little game. Emmett acted like he didn't even know me," I said. "The worst part is….he had this look in his eyes. Every time Emmett looks at me, there's love and compassion in his eyes-Or sometimes desire, if you know what I mean-, but when I went down there he just looked confused."

"I guess I could call Jasper up here to get rid of these clothes," Alice suggested. "Then I wouldn't run into her."

"Yeah, and while he's up here we can ask him about what they're doing down there," I added.

"Jasper," Alice called. She didn't shout because we knew he could hear us. All of them could hear us and we didn't really care. It didn't matter if Valentine knew we didn't like her. What could she do?

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Jasper's POV

Emmett and I sat around Valentine. She looked so beautiful in her tan shorts and her gold shirt. She also had another beret to match this outfit.

"Jasper," someone called from upstairs. It wasn't that other girl, but it was a female. Her voice reminded me of something. It was beautiful and high soprano. I felt like I should know that voice.

Suddenly, I stood without a second thought and ran up the stairs, towards the voice.

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Rosalie's POV

Jasper was up the stairs and in the doorway, fifteen seconds after Alice called him. He looked confused and he threw questioning glances at Ali.

"Yes?"

"Can you go downstairs and get me a garbage bag from the kitchen, Jazzy," Alice asked.

"Uh, sure," Jasper replied, hesitantly. He turned and went back downstairs. I listened to what Valentine was saying. We had been blocking out the conversation downstairs.

"What did she want, Jazzy-kins," the witch asked.

"A garbage bag," he answered. I could hear him digging in the kitchen cabinet for a garbage bag. He was rushing to get back up here.

WHAT THE HELL!? JAZZY-KINS!? This shit will not fly well with Alice. I'm going to tell her!

"What the hell," Alice yelled suddenly.

"What's wrong, Alice," I asked.

"Why did I just get a vision of you telling me that, that skank is calling my Jazzy by an endearing nickname!!!"

Alright, so maybe I didn't need to tell her. Alice was seething and Jasper chose that moment to come back into the room.

"Here you go," he said as he tried to hand Alice the bag. She turned and snatched it. Jasper was surprised by her fury.

"May I ask you a question," Jasper asked before Alice could say anything.

"What," she spat.

"What's your name," he asked.

"UGH!! Jasper Whitlock Hale!! Stop playing with me," Alice growled. "You know what? All of this is that bitch downstairs' fault. Excuse me while I kick our guest out."

I had never seen Alice so angry. Her eyes were black and she looked like a demon. Valentine was going to get exactly what was coming to her. She needs to stop influencing our husbands to act even more stupider than they already are. I know she put them up to this little joke.

Alice and I pushed past the stunned Jasper. He just stared after Alice, but when he saw me he snarled and hissed. What the hell did I do to him? We ran downstairs. What I saw made me want to pull out my own dead heart and stomp on it.

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AN: What did she see? How will they handle the situation? Where's Bella, Edward, Renesemee, Carlisle, Esme, and- wait, Jacob hasn't been around for a while. REVIEW!! I'll update soon.