This one isn't all that long. Like I said, I'm not wordy. I drive my English teachers crazy .
Standard disclaimers apply.
Chapter 5: This Theory
BPOV
Everyone stared at me, sitting still as statues. Seeing them all like that reminded me once again that I thought it was weird that they did that. I almost expected a bird to perch on their head and build a nest on their shoulders.
Alice interrupted my thinking. "Well, spit it out!" she demanded.
"Alice, we're in the books," I stated.
"We already knew that!" She flailed her arms in the air like she was waving down a taxi.
"No, that's not what I meant. We're just part of Mrs. Meyer's imagination put on paper, just like Harry Potter is in Ms. Rowling's imagination. Don't you get it?" I didn't have any other way of explaining it. Me and my freaky brain.
"Nope, no idea Squirt." Emmett shrugged and looked confused while everyone else stared at me trying to understand what I meant.
Jasper looked at me and suddenly, almost as if a light bulb had turned on over his head, he said, "I get it. But it's quite a paradox."
"Jasper," Alice began, "I still don't get it."
"Listen, if all of you don't tense down, I won't be able to tell you. You're killing me." Everyone started thinking of happier things to loosen up the mood. They went back to their statuesque state to listen to Jasper. "What Bella means in that everything we did that appears in those books we only did because the author wrote it. It also explains why the books took a while to appear in our 'world'."
"And the reason we haven't been approached is because no one's quite silly enough to believe some fictional books." Alice beamed at her husband. At least they understood.
"Then how did the books even get here?" Rosalie asked.
"A Freudian slip of the pen," Jasper said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean?" I could see that Emmett was getting close to understanding the situation, but he wasn't quite there yet. I don't even think he knew what a Freudian slip was.
"Well, first off, we don't know what's in Breaking Dawn. Secondly, it could be in an outtake or an unpublished extra. But either way, she wrote that the books are in this world, or this reality. Does everyone follow me?" Jasper scanned his eyes over all of us. This family. Our family.
Everyone slightly nodded their head; even Emmett finally understood.
"So what now?" I turned to see Rosalie leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed.
"We escape this 'reality'," Carlisle answered firmly. "Before someone not-so-silly does approach us."
"How exactly are we supposed to do that?" Edward, who had remained silent for nearly the entire time had finally spoke up.
We all looked to Jasper for an answer. He at least appeared to understand all of this better than the rest of us. "Well…we should try to get out before this next book comes out. We'll be cutting it close, but I think I've got a fairly decent idea. It involved August second at midnight. Just one minute after that will be too late."
Whatever Jasper was planning, we would have to go along with. We didn't have any other options. Another day as a young vampire come and gone again.