A/N: I just thought I'd let everyone who freaked out about Jasper moving in with his parents that I had a game plan already. That was only to throw you off track. Thanks for your concern though. ;)

Okay, this chapter took a really long time for me to post, but that was because I couldn't get on the computer at all this weekend (well, last weekend, technically). I had family staying at my house and I was the babysitter of the six-year-old. Good times. So I apologize for not posting. The part that bugs me is that part of this chapter was already written, but I couldn't just finish and post!

Danke to Madi who edited while she was bored at work. lol.

Disclaimer: Guess what! I'm not Stephenie Meyer! Whoo-hoo!

Chapter 18

JPOV

Alice squeezed tighter reassuringly as I flipped my phone shut.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked.

"I don't have much other choice, Alice," I told her. "I mean it's not like I can move into your house."

As soon as the last word left my lips, I could see Alice's mind working out a plan. I was joking, but it made a little light bulb pop over her head.

"Jasper, that is an amazing idea," she said full of thought. "I mean, you have stayed over a couple times, and we weren't too crowded, were we? I don't think we were. Why not? We could pack everything up and move you into our house no problem! Anything you don't need you can stick in the attic."

She rambled on, asking questions but not waiting for answers.

"Alice," I cut her off mid-sentence. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

She looked up, her brown eyes meeting mine. All I saw was love there. Just the look in her eyes told me she was sure.

"Of course I'm positive. Jasper, I love you. Why wouldn't I want you with me?" she whispered.

"I don't know. Just, this will be a huge change, and I don't want you to regret it."

"I won't regret it. Pinky promise," she said smiling wide and holding out her pinky.

I rolled my eyes, kissed her forehead, and then laced my fingers with hers.

"Let's talk to the others, then call your dad back!" she said excitedly.

We walked into the family room, and everyone was staring at us.

"Why do you look so happy?" Emmett asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Because this tragic moment has turned into an amazing turning point," Alice replied. Not exactly what I would have said, but it works.

Okay, so maybe it doesn't work. They were now extremely confused, I could practically feel the confusion sweep the room.

"What she means is we have an idea we'd like to run by you," I clarified.

"Okay, shoot," Bella said.

"Well, now that you have no place to stay... so I was thinking... why not stay with us?" Alice told them, pausing while she tried to figure out how to word it.

"That's a big decision. Are you sure about this?" Edward asked.

"Why do you all keep asking that? Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't," she said.

"This is a really good idea, Alice!" Bella said. "Edward!" she exclaimed.

"What, love?" he asked.

"We can get rid of my tiny twin and use your bed!" she yelled. "That is, if you don't mind," she said suddenly unsure.

"That's a great idea, Bella," he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'm happy to share."

"If we need the space, we can turn the guest room into an office so all our stuff fits in our rooms," Alice told them. "And like I was telling Jasper, anything we don't need with us right in our rooms we can put in the attic."

"This could actually work," Rosalie whispered.

"Not could, babe, will. This will work!" Emmett said, excitedly.

I nodded.

"See," Alice whispered in my ear. "It'll work out. Now scoot. Let's go call your father again."

BPOV

I watched Jasper and Alice go back to his room. It was weird to think it wouldn't be his room much longer.

"You don't happen to have any boxes, do you?" I asked.

"We might have a couple," Rosalie said.

"Why?" Edward asked.

I looked at him like he was crazy. "You have to ask?"

"Oh!" he said.

"Yeah," I replied rolling my eyes.

"Well, let's get started!" Emmett exclaimed.

"This is actually a really good opportunity to go through all our crap. I mean, do we honestly need half of this stuff?" Rosalie asked, gesturing around the room.

"I think you three have a nicer sofa, so we can swap those," I said.

They had a long black leather sofa.

Alice came skipping out of the room, jumping into the conversation. "It won't match! Oh, but we could remodel! That would be fun!"

Emmett groaned and Rosalie smacked him. "What are you complaining about?" she asked.

"You've never seen the pixie decorating. Store after store looking for 'just the right thing'," he said, rolling his eyes.

"It's true," I said, nodding. "Alice, we just remodelled! You didn't like the wall color, remember?"

"So? You can never remodel too many times!" she exclaimed. "I like a change of pace every once and a while." She put her hands on her hips.

"What are you pouting about?" Jasper said, walking out of his room.

"They won't let me remodel the family room!" she yelled, throwing her hands up.

"Alice, what's wrong with it as is?" he asked.

"Well, nothing...but..." she tried to come up with a reason.

"Exactly!" Emmett said. "No reason. At all."

Alice continued pouting. "Puh-lease?"

"This is one battle you won't win, honey," Jasper said.

"Whatever. We'll just move around all the furniture," she replied.

"Oh jeez," I said. "Good luck boys."

They groaned, while Alice smirked.

Rosalie went over to the stereo and turned on upbeat pop music.

"We can put all the stuff to donate in one pile, garage sale in another, and box up what we're keeping. We won't do it all today, just until we run out of boxes," she said.

"Garage sale?" Emmett asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know what a garage sale is?" Alice asked him, looking at him like he was retarded.

"I do, but why would we have one?" he asked.

"To make money off stuff we don't need, stupid," I informed him.

"Okay, okay. Enough chit-chat. Let's pack some boxes!" Jasper said, keeping the peace.

Edward went to his room, and I followed.

"Closet first? There's bound to be stuff I don't need in there," Edward asked.

"Whatever you want, I'm here to help," I told him.

He opened the closet door and I was surprised to see a keyboard leaning against one side with its stand next to it, and a guitar on the other side.

"You play?" I asked.

"Piano? Yes. Guitar? Not so much," he chuckled.

"Why do you have a guitar then?"

"My mom got it for me for my birthday. She thought I would like to learn. I would, if I had any time. I rarely get to play my piano anymore, which bothers me," he said.

"Would you let me hear you play sometime?" I asked.

He smiled. "Maybe... sometime."

"Now is sometime," I said, wondering if he would.

"What will you do for me?" he asked.

I smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

He grinned wider. "Well in that case, why not?" he said.

"How long have you been playing?" I asked while he opened the stand and sat the keyboard on top.

"For as long as I can remember," he said. "I miss my grand piano, back at home. I couldn't exactly bring it here."

"No, I suppose not," I said.

I brushed my hand over the keys while he plugged it into the way.

He had set the keyboard up at the foot of the bed. He sat down on it and patted the spot next to him.

As I sat, he clicked on the little keyboard and played a scale.

I laughed and clapped. "Beautiful."

"That's only the warm up," he winked.

He began to play Clair de Lune, his fingers drifting flawlessly over the keys. The song ended, and he began to play another; a soft melody I didn't recognize.

The door opened, and Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper came in.

Edward looked up, and stopped mid-song. I'd have to ask him what that was later. I liked it a lot.

"Edward! I didn't know you played piano!" Alice exclaimed.

"I did," Rosalie said with a laugh

"Hey, man, is that a guitar or a bass?" Emmett asked.

"A guitar," he replied.

"Mind if I see it?" he asked, looking like a puppy that wants you to throw its ball.

"Go ahead," Edward shrugged.

Emmett opened the case. "Holy shit, dude. This is a kick-ass guitar."

He picked it up and strummed.

"Did you tune it too?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did. That was before when I had the time," Edward said.

Emmett started playing it.

"Emmett! I didn't know you played guitar!" Alice exclaimed again.

"Yeah, well," he said.

"Do you have a guitar?" Rosalie asked.

"It's in the attic. I thought you two knew," he said looking at Alice and I.

"Obviously not," Alice said.

"Obviously," I repeated.

"Enough fun and games, it's getting dark, anyone up for dinner?" Jasper asked.

We all agreed.

"Just not pizza again," Edward said.

A/N: Alright, this story is actually pretty close to being complete. By a show of hands how many would want a sequel? (Well, review actually, as I can't see your hands).