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AN: I'm sooooooooo sorry for not updating...life really got in the way. But I'm back now and should be updating more regularly. Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you all like it! A certain bronze-haired boy will be making an appearance soon if you know what I mean... Please review! Enjoy!

Chapter Six

To our amusement, Emmett did go and wash the already immaculate Jeep. His love of that car was borderline obsessive.

"I will never understand that man," Rosalie shook her head as she moved away from my window.

"Who can ever understand men?" Angela asked and we all laughed.

"Okay," Rosalie gracefully lowered herself to the floor and sat cross-legged, "spill."

Angela, Alice and I joined her, completing a circle as we surrounded ourselves with pillows and junk food. It was our slumber party tradition of sorts where we would sit and gossip about boys while feasting on Oreos and Cheetos. Not very original, but it worked for us.

"No, let's not spill, we'd just have to clean up soda stains from the carpet later and it might ruin our outfits!"

"Alice!" we giggled in unison. Rosalie rolled her eyes, "That is not what I meant Miss Fashionista."

"Really? What did you mean then?" Alice feigned innocence.

"Who is this Jasper guy?"

Alice broke so much easier than either Angela or I could have predicted. "He is the most amazing guy in the world. He's tall, blonde and gorgeous. He has these soulful blue eyes and he's so strong! He could lift me with ease."

"I think just about anyone can do that, Alice," Rosalie smirked.

Alice stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms, turning obstinate once more as she pursed her lips.

"Awww, come on, Ali," Rosalie pleaded, "I was just playing around. How did you meet him?"

"She bumped into him…" Angela teased.

"Literally!" I laughed.

Alice threw a pillow at me and I attempted to catch it. The pillow bounced off my fingers and knocked over Angela's glass of water. "Oops."

Everyone laughed at me as I turned a brilliant shade of red. Alice was curled up in a ball and rocking back and forth with laughter that was much too big for her tiny body. "Who's spilling now!" she gasped as she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.

I looked at Alice in disbelief that she would make a reference, which, had I said it, would have made her roll her eyes and say, "You're funny, Bella." But not in a way that implied she thought I was actually funny. No, it would be more of a wow-my-best-friend-is-such-a-dork kind of tone.

Angela, being the kind hearted person she was, finished laughing and attempted to divert the attention from me, "But, Alice, you and Jasper…I don't know…"

Alice frowned and narrowed her eyes, "What's not to like about my Jasper?"

"Oh, so it's 'my' Jasper?" Rosalie asked, excitedly. "Jasper!" she called out theatrically. "Jasper! Oh, my Jasper! Jasper!" By the end she could no longer contain herself and the final "Jasper" came out in chocking laughs.

"Shut up, Rosalie!" Alice grabbed another pillow and whacked Rosalie's head. The laughter would not cease after numerous bashes over the head with a down pillow (honestly, I don't know how Alice ever expected that to work) and finally the pixie became very angry and said in the most menacing tone she could muster, "If you do not stop laughing, I swear on my credit card that I will take back that Prada bag I lent you and will rescind your invitation to the Gucci release launch."

Rosalie's eyes went wide and she calmed down, clutching said Prada bag to her chest protectively. A smug smile tugged at Alice's lips before she turned back to Angela, "Now what's this about you not liking Jasper?"

"It's not that I don't like him…" Angela started, turning to me for help.

"He's just so...stoic. He's nice, but he seems so devoid of emotion and always had an impassive expression."

Alice threw a Cheeto square in the middle of my forehead. "Jasper is not an emotional void!" she defended him. "He is a kind, caring person who has gone to military school almost his entire life, therefore being taught to keep his face expressionless. In fact, he is very in tune with emotions. He easily read what you two were feeling at the library. It's like he knew exactly what Bella was thinking when she was looking at the Jane Austen novel. I of course knew because, well, I know Bella. But the point is he doesn't, so for him to know what she was thinking obviously demonstrates that he is not incapable of emotion."

"Wow…" Rosalie said, finally relaxing her clutch on the purse, "you must really like the guy to deliver such an impassioned speech in his defense."

Alice quickly transitioned from angry to dreamy as she sighed and lay down on the ground, looking at the ceiling, "I think he's the one."

"Alice, you hardly know him!" I said in shock. "You only met him today!"

"Trust me, Bella, he's the one."

Rosalie nodded in agreement, "When you meet the guy, you know. I knew with Emmett. The first time I saw him, I was blown away and the first thought I had was, 'that's the guy I'm going to marry'. I have no idea where it came from, but I knew."

"That's what I thought when I saw Jasper!" Alice sat up again, bouncing in her seat.

Angela and I turned to each other, mystified. Shrugging, Angela stood up to replace her empty glass of water.

"Come on!" Alice bounded to her feet and ran to one of her suitcases. "Chick-flick time!"

We all grabbed pillows and made our way downstairs only to find my dad back, watching TV with Emmett, who had apparently finished his work on the Jeep.

Seeing what we carried in our arms, Emmett groaned, "Can't a guy watch some baseball once in a while?"

"It's girls' night," Alice said matter of factly.

"So? I want to watch the Mariners play."

"Emmy-bear," she pleaded, pouting. Seeing that Emmett was not about to give up, Alice tried another tactic, "Please, Chief Swan? It wouldn't be a true slumber party for the four of us if we didn't have our movie night. I know you have that extra TV in the garage, but this is the only one with a DVD player…"

"Sure, Alice. Come on, Son, let's be gentlemen and let the ladies have their night."

Emmett glared at us as he stood up. Rosalie fluttered her fingers at him in a victorious wave as he left the room.