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Chapter Song: Miracle, By: Paramore

Chapter 6: Went Through Hell And Back

X-x-X

Edward

"I'll meet you at the theater," Alice said the next morning on her way out the door. She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. She was trying so hard to show how glad she was that I had returned. I needed to tell her some time in the future that she didn't need to show it any more than she already was. It was good to be back.

Jasper dipped his head to me on the way out, but didn't say a word as he shut the door behind him.

When I had gotten home last night, and had told Alice and Jasper what had happened, he had been angry. I supposed he still was, since he still wasn't talking to me this morning. I didn't really know why he was so angry about this – I knew that Bella was his little sister and that they were very close, but I didn't understand what had happened between them to spur this kind of reaction. I would have to ask him what I had done wrong later on.

I was still eating breakfast when they left, and as soon as they were out the door, I began looking through my written out schedule for today. I was planning to give most of the cast, excluding the chorus and supers, a basic run-down of what would happen over the next few months, and then after lunch I was planning to work with Riley, Seth, Mike Newton, Rosalie, and Ben Cheney with their lead roles. Not exactly a trying day.

So as I drove to the theater, about twenty minutes after Alice and Jasper had left. While I drove, I thought about last night.

Last night, I had discovered a lot about Isabella and her daughter Riley.

For instance, I could see clearly that the two were obviously very close. The way Bella was so protective over her daughter intrigued me. It was easy to see whenever she looked at Riley, with those warm chocolate brown eyes that I think one day I could drown in. She would tense whenever I spoke to Riley directly, as if I were some kind of serial killer. I also noticed that Riley was more easy-going than her mother. Bella was tense practically the whole dinner, while Riley was relaxed and calm as if she had done that sort of this before. It baffled me, and hopefully I would solve the mystery one day.

I knew that Bella was beautiful – hell, her name even meant 'handsome one' or 'beautiful' in Latin and Italian. Her wavy brown hair, her chocolate brown eyes, her pale skin, and her heart-shaped face… they were all I could see zooming down the highway. Riley was just as breathtaking as her mother, though she certainly didn't hold the same attraction (if she did, I'd commit myself to an institution).

I thought about this as I pulled into the theater parking lot, seeing that everyone was here except for Emmett. I was a little excited and nervous about seeing Bella today, and once again I was confused. What was this emotion forming in the pit of my stomach? We hardly knew each other.

I got out of my car, holding a two-inch binder that would serve as my production notes storage. I had nothing else with me, other than a pen in my back pocket and some money for lunch. I felt like I was going back to school again.

I went in the back way, seeing Jasper hunched over a page of lighting notes, probably from Emmett or somebody of the sort. He didn't smile at me in greeting as I passed – he only looked at me coldly and looked back at his notes, flicking through them with his thumb. Once more, I was bewildered by his attitude. I reminded myself that I planned on asking him about it later.

"Edward!" Suddenly Alice was beside me. "Bella is waiting for you upstairs. Forgive me for peeking, but I saw you wanted a meeting with the cast this morning. She has everyone gathered in a business room upstairs. It's the third room down on your left. Can't miss it, I promise. Good luck!" And in that pixyish way, she hugged me and rushed downstairs.

Ah, Alice. What a help she could be at times.

I followed her instructions and headed up the stairs and found the conference room in which the meeting was to take place.

Cast members surrounded the table. Riley was seated near the head of the table, with her mother Bella standing behind her. I hardly noticed anyone else in the room but her, and she looked at me through dull, exhausted eyes. I wondered what had happened, because she looked like a wreck.

"Thank you," I told her, "For gathering everyone here. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," she said, in a tone sharper than the one I had heard last night. It was almost cold, and it was certainly harsh. "Send Riley to me as soon as the meeting lets out, please." Without another word, she touched her daughter's shoulder gently and went straight out the door. I didn't quite understand her gesture to her daughter. Was it possible that Bella didn't trust me to be around Riley anymore? What had brought all this new emotion on? My gaze went to Riley for an answer.

The fifteen-year old just dipped her head and did her best to ignore my gaze. Something was wrong, and I was going to find out what. But for the mean time, I had a meeting to conduct.

"Alright, so I just want to run through a few names, to make sure we have everyone here," I announced to the table. "Then I just want to go through a rough schedule for these next few months. I know that sounds quite elementary, but I'm new here to the Metropolitan. I'm sure some of you are as well." I glanced at Riley, who flushed and looked down at her hands. "Riley Swan, Anastasia."

"Here." Riley still didn't look up.

"Seth Clearwater, Dimitri."

"Present." The young seventeen-year old boy looked at Riley with a brilliant smile on his tan face. She smiled faintly in return.

"Ben Cheney, Vladimir."

"Here." Ben was an older man, in his early thirties like myself. I remembered him hanging around the business manager, Angela Weber, yesterday.

"Michael Newton, Rasputin."

"Ready to go." Mike offered me a lazy grin.

"Rosalie Hale, Sophie."

"Of course." Rosalie smiled in my direction in a warm, sisterly sort of way, and I returned the favor. She was Emmett's girlfriend, so of course we were on good terms.

I went through the rest of the names of all speaking parts, which turned out that there were over twenty of them. I had figured earlier that the production was going to be large, and this tally only seemed to confirm my suspicions. I wasn't unpleased with this – it just made a tad more nervous than I had been before. "Alright," I began in a business-like manner. "Now, the show is four months from now. We have that long to make this the best damn show Chicago has ever seen. There are seven shows in five days. One on opening night, Thursday, one on Friday, two on Saturday, another two on Sunday, and the last show on Monday. About tickets, you'll have to talk to Miss Angela Weber downstairs, because to be honest I have no idea how that works." I got a few chuckles from around the table.

I went on to explain how I wanted this week to be the start-up week, with mainly principle rehearsals with all the main characters to make sure they get a head start on their major roles. Everyone seemed to be alright with that, at least. The next week was going to be a major songs week, working with the chorus and the leads on the singing and such. I explained the rest and that took about an hour in itself.

By the end of my speech, my throat was getting a little dry and I could tell everyone was getting a little bored. Riley was fiddling with a pencil in front of her, and many others were showing signs of boredom. So, I chose to end the meeting.

"That concludes what I have to say," I announced to everyone. "Riley, Seth, Ben, Rosalie, and Mike, I expect to see you in the house after lunch. As for everyone else, your day is done. Thanks."

Everyone willingly got up and left – and Riley was the last one to leave.

"Riley, could I ask you to stay for a moment?" I asked on a rather last minute impulse, wanting to ask her about her mother's attitude earlier. At knowing how close they were, I figured Riley would probably know something about it.

"Er… sure, Edward. What is it?" So she was still on a first-name basis with me. It made me feel a little more comfortable. I flipped my binder closed and leaned on the table, looking at her curiously. She stood there, looking awkward and a little bit anxious.

"I was wondering about your mother. Is something wrong with her this morning?" I asked gently.

Riley looked as though she had been expecting that question. She kept a straight, calm face as she replied. "My mom just had a bad sleep last night. It doesn't have anything to do with you, if that's what you're asking." I could tell she was lying, and the screwed up expression on her face backed up my assumption.

"Alright, thanks," I answered, getting up and gestured to the door. "I'm sure your mother will be worried when you don't get downstairs with the rest of the cast. Go ahead."

Riley didn't need to be told a second time. She turned around and scurried out the door as if she had just been liberated from prison. I didn't question it - I just watched her go and followed after her.

Bella was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, like a child waiting for their mother to come out of the airport. Riley acted as though this was the norm, and gave her mother a hug as soon as she reached her. I pretended as though I wasn't interested, and went to go find Alice about some costume ideas that I had for some of the characters.

X-x-X

Lunch was an uneventful time, what with Alice taking me out to a Burger King down the road and Bella and Riley staying behind to eat a homemade lunch in Bella's office. I had really wanted to ask them to come with me, but my more rational side had advised against it.

"You are going to love Chicago," Alice said for about the billionth time as we drove back to the theater. "I was thinking about taking you to go see some sort of concert in a few weeks down by Navy Pier."

"That sounds wonderful," I assured her with a small smile. My little sister was so desperate to make me fit in here, to make me feel like I belonged. What she didn't know was that I was planning on staying for a very long time. "Really, Alice, it does. I'm happy to be home."

"Well, I'm happy that you are home. You have no idea how old it's getting every time Emmett calls me shrimp or Barbie. Jasper defends me most of the time, but it just isn't the same, you know?" Alice kept babbling about all the things that were going wrong with her life because I wasn't there, and I merely smiled and let myself think about the days when I had been home, before I had ever even considered leaving my family.

"Alice. Edward. Could you go get Emmett from outside? Dinner is ready," said our mother, Esme Cullen. To a seven-year old me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Nobody could compare – not even Jessica Simpson (who was the subject of my childish fantasies).

"Okay, Mommy!" Little Alice cried as she rushed to the screen door. I followed her brightly, a smile on my face.

Emmett was outside, throwing a baseball at the oak tree in our back yard. He acted like he was playing a real game of baseball. I would have gladly stopped to watch him be silly, but Alice didn't understand and rushed straight to her ten-year old brother, her bright green eyes like ours glowing brightly as she went to him. Emmett didn't pause until Alice was directly in front of him, and he scowled impatiently.

"Move, shrimp," he growled.

"Mommy says that it's time for dinner!" Alice declared proudly, puffing out her chest. "You have to come inside."

"Are you going to make me?" Emmett demanded.

Alice paused now, catching on to his venomous tone. She frowned slightly. "No. But Mommy will. It's time for dinner!" She repeated what she had to say, this time a little angrily.

Emmett rolled his eyes, and pushed Alice down to the grass with a sneer. "I don't care what time it is. Go play with your baby dolls, shrimp." He smirked and returned to throwing his baseball, only laughing when it bounced off the tree and hit Alice in the back.

Little Alice's eyes began to tear up, and she whimpered as she rubbed tears from her eyes.

I was angry now. Emmett didn't talk to Alice like that. I marched right up to him, and glared up at his smug ten-year old face. "Don't talk to Ali like that!" I told him sharply. Ali was what I called Alice, and she called me Eddie. "It's mean! Say you're sorry, Emmett!" We didn't give our big brother a nickname, because he was too mean to get one. That was what Alice and I had told each other.

Emmett just laughed. "Like you're going to do something about it," he snickered.

That was it. I scowled, and tackled him straight to the ground. Ten-year old Emmett certainly wasn't as muscular as he was today, but I wasn't much more than scrawny either. We rolled around on the ground, hitting each other angrily. I heard Alice crying somewhere nearby, and then I heard the sharp voice of my mother saying,

"Boys! Get off of each other this instant!"

I raised my head from our little fight to see Alice running to Esme, and throwing her arms around her mother's leg as she cried. Esme patted Alice's black hair, and glared at Emmett and I. We knew we were in trouble now.

"Emmett was being mean to me again!" Alice declared, sticking up for me. "Eddie was telling him to stop, but Emmett wouldn't listen. So Eddie made him listen, Mommy!" She looked up at Esme pleadingly, who looked down at her daughter with soft, evaluating eyes.

"That isn't true!" Emmett snapped. "Alice grabbed the ball out of my hand and threw it at the tree, saying that I had to go inside! Then the ball hit her and Edward punched me."

"Nuh-uh!" I shouted at him. "Alice told you that dinner was ready and that Mom wanted you to come inside. You didn't listen!"

"Boys, stop it this instant," my mother scolded. She looked at both of us with disappointment in her eyes. "I expected better out of both of you. Emmett, I believe Alice. You should listen to your sister, especially when she is telling the truth. Edward, don't punch your brother all because he makes fun of Alice. Get your father, or me and we'll deal with him. Alice, you shouldn't interrupt your brother's game like that. It isn't nice. Come inside, and we'll get you three cleaned up, and then we can have some dinner and see what your father thinks of this."

We all followed her into the house.

"Well, here we are," Alice declared as she turned her car off. "I guess it's time to start up the rehearsal now." She grinned at me.

"So it would seem," I murmured to myself as I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. Alice followed brightly, babbling the entire way up to the backstage door.

"This production is going to be the best," she gushed. "Riley is such an amazing actress – you should have seen her with me at my house. She is absolutely perfect for the show. Oh, and Seth! Aw! What a cutie! I mean, of course I don't mean it in that way, since I'm thirty and he's like fifteen, and that would just plain disgusting… oh, he has been in some of the best shows here! No joke! And Ben? He's really a nice guy, and he's good on stage. Rosalie will do great, because she always does… and with Jasper and Emmett behind the scenes, there is almost no way this thing can go astray!"

Jasper was waiting for her when she got back in. They embraced each other with a hug and a kiss, and afterwards Jasper gave me a cold look that once more made me question what I had done to make him act this way. Bella and Riley were talking behind them, and suddenly I wasn't so concerned with Jasper's acidic attitude anymore.

Bella had just laughed at something Riley had said. She looked younger, happier even. She was beautiful, no less, the way her mahogany hair seemed to shake in time with her head, and the way her brown eyes brightened.

Jasper cleared his throat menacingly, and I looked back at him with a bewildered expression. Angered, and protective brown eyes met mine, and I felt like shrinking on the spot. Sometimes Jasper Swan could be a very intimidating person, even though he was going to be my brother-in-law in a month or two. There was no denying that, at least.

So I dipped me head nervously and went to talk to Bella and Riley.

I caught Bella off guard, but as soon as she saw me, her expression turned anxious and almost afraid. I was a little bit confused by this reaction, but made no comment. Her chocolate brown eyes met my own emerald ones and we were quiet for a split second before I managed to say,

"Er, Bella, do you think you could send someone to round up the other principles? Rehearsal is going to start in ten minutes."

"Of course." She turned to a woman who was passing by (who I recognized as Angela Weber), and said, "Could you find Ben, Seth, Mike, and Rosalie? Rehearsal is going to start soon." Angela nodded and walked away quickly, wasting no time with her task.

"Riley, are you ready?" I asked the fifteen-year old.

She looked back up at me rebelliously and grinned brightly. "You betcha," she answered cheerfully. "Alice spoke to me before lunch about everything, and I've been practicing all through lunch."

"You barely touched your food. People would think you're anorexic," Bella teased her daughter, seeming to momentarily forget my presence. Riley rolled her eyes and nudged her mother playfully in return. I smiled – I was enjoying their playful banter almost as much as they were. I liked seeing both of them this way, with a relaxed manner about them that was practically infectious.

Riley just rolled her eyes. "So what are we going to do?" she asked brightly. It was hard to resist her enthusiasm. "Are we going to rehearse some scenes?"

"Some vital ones, yes," I answered her. "But only after I let you all know when all your special rehearsals are. The five of you will be working very closely over the next few months. I expect you to be in the best shape you can be." Riley nodded cheerfully, seeming to already understand our expectations.

"I can't wait," she confessed.

"Riley." Bella gently took her daughter into her arms and kissed her forehead. "Be careful, and do what Edward tells you as long as it's in reason. I'll be in my office, making some calls." I didn't miss how she glanced at me warily as she said this. "And have fun, honey. I'm proud of you."

Riley seemed to glow as Bella left, and she turned to me.

"It's in the house, right?" she demanded.

I nodded. Riley beamed and skipped off ahead of me, humming the melody to one of the songs in the show. When had Alice given her access to the music selection for this show? The mysteries of my little sister would never end, I concluded. She was Alice, and that was the only explanation that I could provide for myself. I followed after Riley at a slower pace, observing the younger girl with amusement as she practically ran to the stage and sat down on it. I was glad to have her as a lead in the show.

The others arrived briefly after that. I couldn't deny that all of them were prompt in their arrival times, and none of them were late. I was pleased with that and joined the actors and actresses on stage.

"Alright, you five," I addressed them. Everyone turned their attention to me. "You will all need to work the hardest and work the longest, but of course I think you already knew that. Today, I was thinking of just reading through a couple of crucial scenes. Just a read-through, nothing special about it. I'll make a few comments here or there, and by tomorrow I expect you all to have at least half your script highlighted with entrances, lines, or anything that involves you or you getting ready. Homework sounds like it's for children, but for now just do as I say."

I heard no resistance, though I did see Riley frown at the mention of homework and children. I smiled slightly to myself as I sat down, and the others joined me. On one side I had Rosalie, and on the other side Riley. The others were oriented around the three of us, forming a tiny circle.

"Perfect," I said, pleased with their responsiveness. "The first scene I want read is with Seth, Ben, and Riley. Don't pay attention to entrances of chorus or anything like that – just keep on reading until I tell you to stop. Got it?" I got collective nods from the three of them, and they began.

(A/N: Alright, so since I didn't want to do much with descriptions, I'm just going to have the lines. Each has a certain style to it. Bold lines are Dimitri's/Seth's lines. Italicized lines are Anastasia's/Riley's lines. Lastly, underlined lines are Vlad's/Ben's lines. 'Kay? Kay.)

Look, hold on a minute. Don't run out so soon. You say you want to go to Paris?

Yes. That's the reason I'm here. Can you help me or not?

That depends, child. What are you looking for, in Paris?

Well, um… I'd have to say a future. And my family.

Family?

Yeah. I mean, I haven't exactly had a family since I was like eight, and I can't remember anything before then about my family. The only clue I have is this necklace, that says 'Together in Paris'. Why, gentlemen? Is this a problem?

Well, we are-

I don't think we can help you. Our third ticket to Paris is reserved for a very famous, long lost princess. And frankly miss, you don't fit the role.

(In an undertone) Dimitri, my boy, what are you doing? She needs a ticket to Paris.

(In return) Look Vlad, everything will play right into our hands. All we need is the girl, and we're set for those ten million Rupees. Just relax for a minute.

What are you two vultures squawking about? Can you get me to Paris or not?

"Alright, alright," I told them, waving my hands idly for them to stop. "That was good. Riley, speak up a bit when you say your lines. Other than that, you were excellent. Seth, I need you to stop making Dimitri sound like this honest guy. He's a con artist who's trying to pull the biggest scam in the history of the world. Ben, you're doing well, but make Vlad sound just a bit wiser. He's who Dimitri turns to for advice." I was here to be a director, and that was what I was doing. I was completely in the mood now.

"Of course, now I'm going to need Riley, Seth, and Mike turn to pages 74 in your scripts and start where Anastasia says, 'So you're the one who I've been having nightmares about'," I said instructively.

They did as I asked and began. (Bold for Dimitri, Italicized for Anastasia, Bold and Italicized for Rasputin.)

So you're the one I've been having nightmares about.

It is a pride, and a pleasure, my dear. You see, when the evil of the world gives you power, you naturally take it. And what better way to do it than use it on you?

What are you talking about? Why have you been doing this to me?

Ha! I'm surprised you don't remember, child. Don't you recall that splendid evening out on the ice, after the fire in the palace? After you saw your father and mother die?

You're… no, you can't be. You're not…

Rasputin? The very same, girl. I'm glad you decided to join me out here tonight. What a lovely night sky, don't you think? It's too bad that it'll be the last you ever see.

What do you mean?

I mean what you think it means, of course. You. Will. Die.

No! Anya, get away from him!

Ah, and who is this? Someone to save you?

Don't you dare hurt him!

"Good. Stop," I ordered. The three reading looked at me with questions and curiosity in their eyes. "Riley, that was much better. But for this scene, you'll need a little more spunk for the character. Anastasia is a very tough girl. Seth, that's better. The honesty works this time. Mike, you're doing well. Make him sound a bit more evil, though, would you?"

All three nodded at my instructions. I even saw Riley take out a pen from her pocket and began writing down notes on the back of her script. I could tell that she and I would get along quite well.

"I'm now going to ask Seth, Ben, and Rosalie to read a bit for me on page 55, the scene where Sophie finds out that this is a con. Start at the top of the page, please." (Bold for Dimitri. Italicized for Sophie. Underlined for Vlad. Beginning to see a pattern here? XD) They nodded and began.

I cannot believe that you have actually 'ave done zis!

Sophie, love, you know we mean no harm to the queen herself.

Ah, but Vlad me darling, you 'ave forgotten what ze queen 'az gone through! She 'az zeen far too many Anastasias. She will not zee anozer.

All you have to do is get us a few moments with the duchess. That's all we need. Believe me when I say that she really is Anastasia. At least, Vlad and I think so. Please, can you at least get us in with her for a few moments?

Yes, Sophie. Isn't there anything you can do?

You two 'ave been around far too long to know zat I 'ave a zoft zpot for this little girl you 'ave brought. But ze duchess will not put up with any more of zese cons.

Sophie, don't you see? I think this girl could really fit the role. All we want is for the duchess to be happy.

But ze duchess will not 'appy until you 'ave brought ze real Anastasia.

Love, but we must see the duchess. Our Anya has been searching for family, and this is her last chance. We haven't come this far to let her down now.

"Alright!" I was smiling now. Rosalie's superior French accent was marvelous, and I had the feeling that she was perfect for this role. I was very happy that I had found her. "Rosalie, that was great. Seth, good work. You hit the nail on that last line, but watch it a bit. Ben, you're doing good with Vlad. Excellent tone there in your last line."

I stood now, and they looked at me, puzzled. I smiled gently. "In reality, that's all I wanted. I just needed to see your skill level, and see what you five need to improve on. Tomorrow is when the real work begins. It's a half chorus rehearsal for the beginning. Riley, you won't be needed, but rehearse with someone in case we decide to have another read-through of a few scenes. Got it? Dismissed."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth wink at Riley, who blushed and walked swiftly off stage. Gazing after her, I decided to follow. With curt nods at all four of the others, I walked straight after her backstage where Alice had obviously been listening in on the read-through.

"Oh my G-d, you were so amazing? Damn, I wish I could have acted like that when I was younger. You have talent, honey. You have talent," Alice was gushing when I got back there.

Riley's face went a bright, candy-apple red. "Thanks, Aunt Alice," she said quietly. "I'm going to find Mom now." She rushed off, graceful as she went straight to her mother's office. I didn't follow her this time, but instead turned my attention to my beaming little sister.

"Oh, Edward," she sighed, throwing her arms around me. Her pixie arms were hardly long enough to stretch around my waist. "I'm so glad you came to do this show. Sales are going to go straight through the roof with you here! Why did I get such a genius for a big brother?" She sighed again.

I laughed, untangling myself from her practically suffocating hug. "Alice, I'm no genius. I just know what I'm doing."

"Edward?" came a tentative but deep voice from behind me.

I turned. Jasper was standing behind me, looking a bit uncomfortable as he gazed sharply at me. It looked as though he was sizing me up, in case something came to a fight.

"Yes?" I responded as lightly as I could. "What is it, Jasper?"

"I need to talk to you about something." Jasper's voice when cold and hard as he said this. I could practically feel Alice tense up behind me, as if something bad was going on here. "There's something you need to know before you get too involved here…"

"Jazz!" Alice hissed. "You can't just-"

"I'm not going to tell him everything – just the basic gist of what he missed, alright?" Jasper responded smoothly, unbothered by Alice's protests.

That was when I knew that something big was going on here – something big that I didn't know about. There was some big secret behind somebody that nobody had told me. There was also a feeling, a gut-rooted feeling, that this secret had something to do with Bella and Riley – the subjects to my interest. I had the feeling that Jasper was about to give me a vague reason as to why the two were so close.

I heard Alice sigh behind me in defeat, and I heard her high heels as she walked away.

Jasper turned his sharp brown eyes on me and gestured that we go outside into the cooling autumn air to discuss whatever this was. I agree silently and followed him out, putting my hands into my jacket pocket and observing Jasper carefully as he turned around to face me. His expression was hard and irritated as he began speaking.

"I want you to stop looking at my little sister like that," Jasper told me sharply.

It took me a moment to remember that Jasper was Bella's older brother. But then I looked at him questioningly, not sure of what he was speaking of. "What are you talking about?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"I see the way you look at her." Oh. That. "I see the way you watch every move she makes like some kind of vulture waiting to descend," Jasper snapped. "And I want it to stop. Don't think about doing anything with her."

"Why not?" I demanded in return, frowning in confusion. "Bella can choose whatever man she wants."

"Yeah? Well, she hasn't done such a great job with that in the past, so now it's time that I started looking out for her and my niece. Stay away from her, Edward," Jasper snarled defensively.

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean that Bella doesn't have a good past with men. She has gone through hell and back without a blink, and Riley has suffered the price of all of our mistakes. So somebody needs to step up and start protecting them. That somebody is going to be me, so don't even think about going near her. Am I being clear?" Jasper demanded in a fiery manner, eyeing me with his brown eyes as if he were about to rip my face off.

"I understand," I murmured in return, still confused. Jasper snarled underneath his breath, being truly intimidating, and stalked off back into the theater. I didn't follow him.

I had to piece together this very confusing puzzle.

EOC: Ah, finally! The end of another chapter. I hope you all liked this one, the aftermath of the dinner. How did you all like Jasper's big brother-ness? I've mapped out next chapter, and hopefully I'll update soon. Don't forget that there is a poll on my profile about a new FanFiction. And I would also like to recommend the Vampire Academy series for anyone who enjoys vampires and that sort of stuff. Excellent reads. The first is called Vampire Academy, the second is Frostbite, and the third is Shadow Kiss. I just finished the third one and I cried three times. THREE TIMES!!! And I don't cry for anything. Until next time!