Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, I do own my OC's.
Jasper stepped out of the alley, and quickly looked left and right before shoving his hands into his pockets and joining the people on the street. He had never done a day time deal before, it made him feel shifty, as though an arrow was glowing over his head. The little packet of pills felt hot against the denim of his jeans. Was he imagining the loud rattling the round pieces of paradise were making?
Suddenly feeling as though he were about to go into hyperventilation, he ducked into a small corner cafe.
"Coffee, sir?" The waitress pounced on him before he even saw her.
"No. I mean yes. Yes. Yes, please" He said, trying to steady his breathing.
"Just take a seat..." The waitress frowned at him and walked away.
Jasper stowed himself away inside one of the small booths. He tapped his fingers in a quick rhythm on the greasy table top, and picked up the salt shaker. Then put it down again. And picked it up. And put it down. And...
"Jasper?" A soft, familiar voice caused Jasper to jump.
Alice was stood in front of him. Her hair was pushed back into a red beret. She smiled a little timidly.
"I didn't mean to startle you. I was walking by, and thought I recognised you" She explained.
"Another cup?" The waitress had appeared with the coffee. She put it down and the table, and glanced at Alice.
"Do you mind?" Alice asked Jasper.
"No" Jasper pulled his coffee towards him, and Alice sat down.
"I've never been here before" She confessed.
"Hey, you got a little bit of... dirt on your cheek" Jasper pointed out. He hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way.
"Oh, I've just been to the garden centre" Alice blushed and took a tissue from her pocket, starting to rub her cheek. As she did so, half of her make up came off, and the largest purple bruise Jasper had ever seen was revealed.
"How did you get that?" Jasper cried.
"Oh!" Alice's hand flew to her cheek, she winced, "Its nothing,"
"Alice, please. Don't treat me like an idiot" Jasper said sternly.
She glared, "Oh, and you don't have any secrets, do you?" She said tartly.
She glanced over at the window, and there was a grinding noise as she almost knocked the table over standing up. A man who reminded Jasper of a rat, with bright almost orange hair, was frowning at them.
"I have to go" Alice slapped a few dollars onto the table and ran, leaving Jasper confused and worried.
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Emmett woke up around lunch time, and felt bad for two reasons.
Number one, something in his head was crashing around, splitting his brain in two, causing his enormous pain. His throat felt like he had just swallowed a whole bottle of curry sauce. Slowly he sat up, and rubbed his matted curls. He had slept in his suit, he noticed.
The second reason was written on his hand. It was Rosalie's phone number. Nikki had died only three weeks ago, and here he was, already on to his next fling. He tried to kid himself that it was Rosalie's amazing beauty that had got to him, that he was like every other weak male. But no. It was her kind smile, and tinkling laugh, and clever remarks that had caught him. She wasn't like past girls. She actually seemed to have brains, and her life ahead of her. And those alluring eyes...
The phone started to ring. "Hello?" Emmett croaked.
"Hey, Em. Its Jamie,"
"Oh. Hey, buddy" Emmett stood up, stretching.
"Not too hungover, I hope?" Jamie laughed.
"Nothing that won't be gone by six" Emmett grinned.
"You sound really good" Jamie said suddenly.
"I do?" Emmett frowned.
"Yeah. Anyway, I'm having a small party for the game tonight. You coming?" Jamie offered.
"Sure" Emmett clicked the phone onto loud speaker, pushing the volume up to its highest. He went to the kitchen.
"Around six, yeah? Bring some beer" Jamie's voice echoed around the house.
"Will do. See you later" Emmett shouted, putting bread into the toaster.
There was a loud beep as the line went dead.
Emmett waited for the toast to pop up. If there was something he prided himself on, it was that his toast was always perfect. The bread popped up, suddenly golden and steaming. Emmett slicked some butter over it, and took a crunch, the salty butter melting over his tongue. He poured a glass of water and reached for an aspirin in the cupboard. The phone started to ring again. Once he had his water, Emmett took his plate back to his room, and picked up.
"Hello?" He mumbled, mouth filled with warm toast.
"Emmett? Is this a bad time?" A voice like golden bells asked.
"Rosalie?" He cried, swallowing hard.
"You sound a little tied up there..." Rosalie commented.
"No, I'm good. 'Sup?" He said, composing himself.
"I was just wondering what you're doing tonight" Rosalie said.
"I was going to a friends house for a beer, actually" Emmett replied. He instantly wished that he hadn't.
"Oh. Never mind then" Rosalie sounded a little put out.
"But its like a party. For everyone. You can come, if you like" He offered hopefully.
"Are you sure your friend won't mind?" Rosalie said.
"'Course not. I'll pick you up at half past five, yeah?" Emmett offered.
"Mhm" Rosalie agreed.
"Oh, where do you live?" Emmett asked quickly.
Rosalie gave him the address, and said she was going to "wash her hair". Emmett put the phone down, and felt worse than he had done a few minutes ago.