Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, I do own my OC's.

Jasper watched Alice go, and sighed. He finished his coffee in a few gulps and left. He could feel his heart pulsing, feel the need for something. He half ran home, the pills in his pocket burning more than ever. Once he had reached his apartment, he wrenched the door open and flew inside, locking the door behind him.

With hands that trembled with excitement, he pulled out the little packet and crushed it, spilling the pills out onto his hand. He wasn't even sure what he had. The dealer had just told him that it was 'something speacial' for being such 'a valuable customer'. Jasper swallowed them one by one without the assistance of any liquid, and lay back on the sofa. Nothing had happened yet, they probably took a while to kick in.

He picked up a magazine and started to flick through it. None of the words had any meaning, they didn't leave anything imprinted in his mind.

And then it happened.

It felt like an explosion in his mind, and a powerful surge of energy rushed through him. Jasper was on his knees, his hands clenching the back of the sofa hard. Colours were flashing in front of his eyes, and sounds were screaming through his ears.

And then Alice was there. She was stood by the door, smiling at him. She reached out for him, and Jasper slowly got to his feet. Feeling as though he were walking on air, he made his way over to her. But when he went to take her hands, she disappeared, and somebody else was appearing.

"Jasper" It was his mother.

"M-mom?" Jasper stumbled back, feeling a strange shaking in his bones.

"Its okay, its okay" She smiled.

Jasper nodded. Then she was gone, and there was his father.

"Look at you! Look at what you're doing to your mother!" He yelled, "I'm ashamed to be your father. I always was" He growled.

Jasper fell to his knees, sobbing. "I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you all" He buried his face in his hands, "Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry".

He opened his eyes again, and it was just him, Jasper Whitlock, alone in his squalid apartment.

Later that night

Emmett rang the doorbell, and took a step back. He had considered buying Rosalie flowers, but then reminded himself that this wasn't a date. But still, now he was actually here, he felt like he should have gotten her something. Before he could dither any further, the door opened.

His memory had not done Rosalie justice at all. Sure, she was only in a pair of jeans and some fancy silk top, with her hair pulled back into a messy yet stylish knot at the nape of her neck, but she was more beautiful than any painting of an angel Emmett had ever seen.

"Hey" She smiled shyly, turning around to lock her door.

"You look nice" Emmett said, clearing his throat.

"Oh please" Rosalie rolled her eyes, "I feel like so scruffy" She dropped her keys into her purse and they started to walk.

"Its just a few beers and a football game. But really, you look lovely" Emmett assured her.

She smiled again, and they were quiet as they climbed into the car. Emmett turned on the radio, and they sat in comfortable silence.

"So" Emmett said when they reached a set of traffic lights, "Hows your sister? Still happy?" He asked out of polite interest.

"Yeah, she's great" Rosalie shrugged.

"You really don't like Leo, do you?" Emmett grinned.

"He's your cousin, I won't sit here and insult him in front of you" Rosalie muttered.

"Oh, I don't mind. He always was a bit of a smug bastard when we were growing up" Emmett confessed, starting to drive again.

Rosalie laughed, but nothing more was said.

Jamie's house was only small, and a row of cars littered the street outside it. Loud music was pulsing from behind the door as Emmett and Rosalie walked up the porch steps. Jamie had it opened before they had even reached him. Behind his shoulder, they could see a gathering of people who barely even fit inside the house. Jamie passed them both a can of warm beer, grinning.

"Glad you could make it buddy. Ten minutes until kick off" He yelled over the noise.

"Great" Emmett cracked open his can, and took a sip. It was hard to enjoy when it wasn't the right temperature.

"And who's this lovely lady?" Jamie asked, eyeing Rosalie.

"I'm Rosalie. I hope you don't mind me coming" She said.

Jamie simply grinned at her, and walked away. Emmett shook his head.

"I don't believe him, man. His girlfriends over there" He said.

"He wasn't doing anything wrong" Rosalie said helpfully. She caught the look in his eye, "Okay, so he was flirting. But don't get so high rated, I've only got eyes for one person tonight" She smiled.

"Oh yeah, who?" Emmett asked.

"Hm" Rosalie looked around, "That guy with the glasses over there. Mm, he is smokin'!".

Emmett smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand.

The party will be continued, but in a later chapter. Let me know what you think :)