3. Break Esme's china
Jasper was sitting on the couch reading a book about the Civil War or something. I rolled my eyes. The war had been over like a gazbillion years ago. Yet, emo-vampire boy kept on dwelling in the past.
"Hey Jazzy-poo!" I shouted, landing on the couch next to him.
He shot me a dirty look. "Don't call me that."
"Okay, Jazzy-cakes, but will you play with me? I'm bored."
He looked mad at me. "I'm trying to read Emmett. Go bug Edward."
I sighed loudly. "I already tried that! But he threatened to kick Moomoo out again." I pouted. Edward could be such a meanie.
Jasper sighed loudly again. "Fine."
"Okay, good!" I clapped my hands together, happy. A plan was formulating in my mind. "Let's have a light-saber duel Jazzy!"
He looked doubtful. "Where are we going to get light sabers?"
Emo boy could be so silly at times! "Mike Newton gave me two light sabers and I wanted to try using them."
I pulled the sabers from behind my back. "I get the blue one though." I gave Jasper the pink light-saber.
He jumped to his feet, wielding the saber in front of him.
I lunged at him. "I'm Emmettskywalker and you are dearthjasper!" I shouted.
Crash!
"Emmett!" I groaned as Esme appeared in the doorway. She was frowning. "You broke my dishes."
I stuck my tongue out at her. She could be such a killjoy at times. "So buy new ones!"
Esme looked furious, "They're priceless antiques!"
I rolled my eyes, "So they're old! Buy new ones!"
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