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Love, Pearl

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Chapter Three.

My thoughts wandered over to that Princess.

The men surrounding me seemed to have already forgotten about her as the next girl came on stage.

Of course she was beautiful, all women in here were.

The blonde on the lid platform must've been barely of age of consent. Her entiry body was slender and bronzed slightly. Her hair was twirling around her face, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders.

She danced around gracefully, adorned with dollar-bills in her bra-top and matching little skirt.

Men on the first row were wolf-whistling, wanting her to take something of.

The girl winked at the audience and moved her hand towards the top of the poison green top. There was a zipper there, and she slowly unzipped it.

I heard my brother Emmett howl like a horny wolf towards her and saw Jasper lick his lips in approval.

I didn't care about the blonde, but I was sorry for her that my brothers did.

A couple of hours later we decided to go home, it was almost two am as me, Emmett and Jasper got to my car.

"Well, that sure was a night to remember," Jasper sighed and let himself get comfortable in the leather backseat.

"Yeah well, not sure if Alice would approve of your comment Whitlock," Emmett grinned, looking back at Jasper from the passenger seat.

"Like Rose wouldn't mind," I joined in to the conversation.

"It was a bachelor party, mine even. I can do whatever I want Ed," he snapped at me.

I laughed at him, feeling a bit jealous of my brother's and my Jasper's relationship. Everything went so well for the both of them, they were so in love, so happy. Hell, my brother was engaged!

I had never seen my brother happier than since he was together with Rosalie. When I think of it, I couldn't think of anyone else Emmett had been happy with. Then again, Emm and Rose have been together for over five years.

I wondered how it felt for him; after all he was getting married in three weeks.

"So Jazz, how is bridezilla's accomplice doing anyway?" Emmett asked, amused.

"To say she's enjoying it would be the understatement of the century. It's like our entire apartment is coated with magazines and computer-prints full of marriage stuff. It's suffocating, really. It's like we are getting married" he confessed.

"That sounds like something Ally would do," I told him. Emmett nodded at my words.

"I'm so happy Rose doens't make a big deal about it," he said.

"I guess Alice's just born to be in the entertainment business, it's always been her scene to organize and set up events," he continued.

"Of course Rose isn't making a fuss about it, it's all Alice's doing," I said.

Every time my family had planned to do something, she would take up all the responsibilities and handle it.

Not once let Alice pass the opportunity to make others shine, but also herself.

In high school, she had taken care of prom ever since she was allowed to attend.

"Well, good luck Jasper. That's all I can do for you. And thank Alice for me will you?" asked Emmett, joking only a little bit.

I drove Jasper home first, because he lived the furthest of us all. He lived about ten kilometres away from my apartment and six away from my brother and his fiancé's place, Emmett and Rosalie.

When I noticed the white building on my right, I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped just in front of the driveway that led to the private garages.

Light shone from the top floor, my sister and Jasper's floor.

"I still can't get over the fact that you designed this building," I said to Jasper.

He smiled at me warmly.

"I can't either! And yet I live in it," he laughed. "Thanks for the ride, Edward. And Emmett, see you soon then".

"Sure thing, Jazz, bye!"

Jasper closed the door and strolled into the building. I re-started the engine and drove Emmett home.

When everyone was home and I was too, I took the elevator that led up to the tenth story of my building.

The corridor was empty as I looked to either side of it. The 'For Sale'-sign on the other side of my hallway was staring me in the face.

I really wanted to buy that apartment and throw down a wall or two.

I should do it, I thought.

I turned my key in the lock, and was welcomed by Sprint, jumping eagerly at the door.

"Hi there boy," I greeted him and knelt to cuddle his face.

Sprint was my little dog. I got him out of the animal shelter and ever since then he'd been my best animal friend.

He was dark grey with brown spots and matching big brown eyes. His ears were lopsided and his left one was never willing to stand up straight. His legs were a bit to long for his body but he was the sweetest dog ever.

"Come on boy, let's go sleep!" I said to him.

I kicked off my shoes in the entrance and threw the keys onto the key-hanger next to my front door.

Followed by Sprint I walked over to my bedroom, making a pit-stop at the bathroom.

When I opened my bedroom door and Sprint ran over to his basket near the French doors leading to my little terrace.

I took of my shirt and short and draped them over the club chair in the corner of my room. Not bothering with looking for my pyjama pants, I crawled under my grey covers and nuzzled my face into the soft, feather-stuffed pillow.

As I closed my eyes, I visualised black hair and lace, twirling around shiny metal and lulled to sleep.

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