Denial

"So he's really leaving?" Esme asked disbelievingly.

"Yes," I said glumly. "He's telling Carlisle as we speak."

"No way he'll be gone for more than a month." Emmett was confident that Edward would miss us all too much, especially since he was leaving for no reason…

"I don't know," Jasper commented, "He was very serious about the decision."

Rosalie decided to speak up, "Can everyone just stop?" she was scowling. "He's definitely old enough to do whatever he feels like." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Just move on!"

Emmett appeared behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders. "We'll just miss him, Rose."

"Whatever." she scoffed.

"You'll miss him too." I said, though I wasn't positive.

"I doubt it." Jasper said to himself, though he knew we could all hear him.

Rosalie growled at him, but he simply laughed. She flipped her hair over her should and flew up the stairs.

Emmett sighed and followed her up the stair, "Rose! Honey, lets talk!"

We stood in silence, soaking it all in. Edward was leaving. He wasn't coming back. He wasn't up stairs listening to music like every other day. Today wasn't like every other day. It was the first day of Edward's absence. And it totally sucked.

I didn't feel like standing in the middle of the room anymore. I dashed up the stairs, inadvertently slamming the door behind me. I picked up my book for school and sat down on the couch.

I read through chapters four and five and answered the study guide questions. That took all of thirty minutes. Ugh! I just wish I could sleep. I wish I could dream. About Edward, not leaving, but staying with us forever. If I could dream though, would it just be visions? I wonder…

There was a knock on the door. It opened a crack and Jasper stuck his head in. "Are you ok?" he stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. He sat down next to me.

"I'm fine," I lied, "Just doing my homework." I waved my book in the air for emphasize.

"Yea," he said sarcastically, "I don't think so. I feel a lot of tension and sadness emanating from you."

"Feel this!" I lightly punched him in the gut, trying to distract him from how completely un-fine I was.

It worked. He grabbed my right wrist and put it behind my back. He found my left hand and forced it next to the other one. I fakely struggled to escape his iron grasp, squealing a little. He twisted me to face him. Our face were inches apart. He smiled, something I missed after a long day at school. He lead in closer.

"Hey, you're not even tired!" he accused.

"I don't get tired." I wish.

"Yeah, yeah." he wrapped my arms over my head so he was simply holding one in each hand. "How about now?" He lifted me by my arms and threw me to the ground. He pinned me down and waited for me to retaliate.

I elbowed him in the chin, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip. I took this lapse in attention to spring to my feet. He stood up ½ a second later, ready to strike. As he lunged at me, I took a step to the left, sending him crashing into the wall. Technically, I was cheating. I closed my eyes and saw every move in my head before he made it, dodging every strike. He was going to go for my feet next, so I jumped in the air, but when I landed he was there to catch me.

"Didn't see that, did you?" he said smugly.

"Maybe I didn't, and maybe I let you win." Somehow, I had no idea he would be there when I landed.

Jasper grinned and kissed my forehead. His lips traced my hair line to my ear. "I win." he whispered.

"You win." I admitted. He placed me gently on the couch.

"Well, you can go back to what you were doing now," he permitted, "I really must be working on my homework too. And my chemistry project and my English paper…" he said all this while subtly slinking out my door. He closed it quickly but quietly behind him.

Now, what was I doing? I tried to think back to ten whole minutes ago. Okay, so Edward and I have that global studies project… A pang shot through my motionless heart. And Jasper had totally made me forget about him, Edward.

"Agh." I said audibly. Emotional pain hurt the most. It was virtually the only kind of pain, considering bullets felt like cotton balls, weakly thrown against my cold skin. Not that I would know; I've never been shot. But it's pretty obvious.

I could not take it anymore. I hopped off the couch and 1.3 seconds later I was sitting next to where Rosalie sat in front of our huge T.V in the living room.

"Uh," she looked up from her French 4 homework, "Hey Alice…"

"Hey Rose!" I chirped, "Do you need any help?"

"Pssh," she laughed, "Yeah right." She looked back at her assignment and wrote a few sentences. "Done." she said satisfied. She slammed her book at looked back at me. "See? So easy. Thanks for the help though." she said sarcastically.

"Gosh Rose," I sighed, "You're so smart."

She perked up, "Thanks!"

Flattery will get you everywhere. With Rosalie, that was 120% true.

"So I was wondering," I began, "Will you help me with my global studies project?"

"You know, I have my own projects to do." She tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know. I understand that you're very busy," I said slowly, "But I was supposed to do this project with Edward, and he left, so…" I stopped and frowned. I didn't even have to pretend that it was hard to talk about. "And I really miss him…"

"Stop, seriously." Rosalie cut me off and rolled her eyes. "I'll help you with your project. It'll take me, like, 5 seconds."

"Okay, let me go get you what we have so far." I flew up the stairs, grabbed what we had of the project, then breezed back down the stairs. Rosalie's hair went flying around her face.

"Whoops, sorry." not.

"Well, I have to fix my hair now." she grabbed her brush that was on the table, obviously not being used for the first time today, and went to use the giant mirror in her bedroom. She moved at a little more than human speed.

I started spreading the materials across the floor. Textbook, glue, scissors, pens…what was I missing? Oh, Edward. I looked down sadly at the project, then quickly started to write about London. The last time I was there was about four years ago, but I knew enough to write about the basic facts.

After I finished the writing portion of the poster, I went to the computer to print out some pictures. I went to our personal pictures and found the ones taken from various trips to London. I found a few that I liked and used the touch screen to drag them to the desktop. I printed each one and strolled back to the poster.

Rosalie was back and had taken it upon herself to draw the Big Ben.

"Wow," I sighed, laying on my stomach beside her, propping my head up with my right arm, "You are such a good artist."

"You could be really good too if you tried." she said sincerely.

"Really?" I was already a perfectly fine artist. Sometimes I have to draw the locations in my visions so that someone besides Edward and me can see it.

"Pssh, no." Rosalie snorted as she put the finishing touches on her Big Ben drawing.

I sighed under my breath, "Well then I'm glad I have you." pssh, no.

She sprang up and straightened out her skirt. "Done. You're not welcome and it won't happen again. You just caught me in a good mood."

A good mood? For whatever reason, Rosalie was a brat, and according to my visions, that wasn't changing anytime soon. Yet another reason to miss Edward.

Authors Note !!!

I got this out supa fast 4 u warnesy-01!

I hope u like, and I'm writing the 3rd chapter as well.

Jasper and Alice 3, it's pretty sweet

They're so cute in chap 3!