Dirty Dancing Chapter Twelve: Obsessed, a twilight fanfic

A/N: Uhhh...I hope this makes up for lost time.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, and that's all I will say for now.

Chapter Twelve: Obsessed

I was like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh

Will the real MC please, step to the mike?

So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh
So oh oh oh oh

All up in the blogs
Saying we met at the bar
When I don't even know who you are
Saying we up in your house
Saying I'm up in your car
But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's.
I'm up in the A
You so so lame
And no one here even mentions your name
It must be the weed. It must be the E
Cause you be popping hood
You get it popping, Oh

Why you so obsessed with me (Boy I wanna know)
Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)
It's clear that you're upset with me
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing yo, you're confused you know
Why you wasting your time
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex
Boy why you so obsessed with me?

You on your job
You hating hard
Ain't gon' feed you
I'm gonna let you starve
Gasping for air
I'm ventilation
You out of breath
Hope you ain't waiting
Telling the world how much you miss me
But we never were
So why you trippin'
You a mom and pop
I'm a corporation
I'm the press conference
And you a conversation

Why you so obsessed with me
Lying that you're sexing me
It's clear that you're upset with me
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing yo, you're confused you know
Why you wasting your time
Got you all fired up with y our napoleon complex
Seeing right through you like you're bathing in windex
Boy why you so obsessed with me?

Obsessed by Mariah Carey

JamesPOV

Bingo.

The sun was setting, creating a vision in the sky, but I didn't have time to admire that. Nor did I care to. I was on a mission to find a one Mrs. Preston. I needed to put my plan in full motion today. I wanted dear old Eddie the Man-Whore discredited as soon as possible, and I wanted the Swans to suffer for the duration of their stay. From what I gathered from Victoria, Mrs. Preston often hangs out at the bar in the afternoons before dinner. Which was exactly where I was headed.

I wasn't sure how she would take to me. I had never met her as I was forced to serve the Swans this entire time. No matter, I can be quite charming. As soon as she looked into my blue eyes, she'd be lost. No one could ever resist, especially not old cougars who were sexually starved. Yeah, I'd done a few older ladies, and I must say the more experienced the better.

As soon as the bar came into vision, I knew immediately which guest was Mrs. Roberta Preston. She was swaying drunkenly, laughing along with the bartender. Her state of inebriation would make my task that much easier. After all, drunken ladies are always easier to seduce…not that I'd need the help anyway.

I crept up behind her and took the seat beside her. She ordered another Scotch, and I ordered a whiskey.

"Both of those will be on me. Hey there handsome," she winked at me. I smirked right back at her, letting her know I was game.

"Hello Mrs…" I trailed off, pretending not to know her name.

"Candace Preston, darling, but you may call me Candy," she tipped her glass at me. I smiled and reached for my own glass. She wanted me already.

"Ah yes, Mrs. Preston. I've heard about you…although your beauty is much more astounding up close," I said with a wink of my own. Not too much of a stretch, the cougar still had it.

"Stop it, you're going to make me blush. And just what is your name?" she asked interestedly.

"James, ma'am. James Hunter." She giggled.

"Hunter, eh? And have you found your prey tonight?" she asked coyly. I smiled big, showing off my perfect, white teeth. She shivered.

"I believe I have," I answered huskily. She downed the rest of her drink and looked away for a few moments.

"Well Mr. Hunter," she placed her hand on my chest, "I hope you know…"

She stood from her stool and took a step away from me.

"Don't play with your food."

"YES! JAMES…OH…YES RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE!! FUCK!" she screamed as she came. I gave her one last thrust before I fell over the edge myself. I supported myself on my arms for a few minutes so I wouldn't crush her, before rolling to the side. Her breathing was labored, but slowly going back to normal. I heard a laugh from her side.

"Oh James…that was good. How much do you want for that?" She said, already sitting up and reaching for her purse. I frowned; I'm not a whore like Victoria and Edward.

"Oh no, Candy. I don't want money…only a favor. If you'll be so kind," I added with a small bow from the waist up. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously before gesturing for me to continue.

"Candace, if I'm not mistaken, your son is Matthew Preston?"

She cringed. Clearly, she didn't like to be reminded that she had a kid. I gave her a look that clearly said 'answer me.' She hesitated for a few more seconds before replying.

"Yes."

I smiled. "Well then, we're in business."

I leaned up to whisper in her ear. I felt her tense up as I explained my plan, especially after I told her about Edward. She gasped when I finally got around to asking her the favor.

"I don't know…can't the police get involved? Then what? And when do you plan to do all of this?"

"In about two days. This needs to be done as soon as possible, my own impatience being the only reason. I'm sure you can understand that," I smiled at her. She looked nervously down at the floor before returning her scared gaze to mine.

"And you promise me that Matthew will be safe?"

I doubt you care, but, "Yes, Candy, he'll be completely safe. He might even make friends with Victoria. Come on, you know you want to help me…especially after what we just did."

She grimaced, but nodded.

"Alright. You can count on me."

The grin on my face was large as I approached Victoria. She was in the ballroom scoping out her next target. She looked bangable in a white dress that barely covered her bottom, but this time, I'm not looking for sex. Besides, I didn't think she'd have any trouble finding some tonight looking like that.

As I was making my way through the crowd, I caught the eye of one Alice Swan. We locked eyes for a few seconds before I broke the contest and my eyes flickered to her sister. I knew she followed my gaze, and when we found each other again, I smirked at her. Her eyes widened, but I didn't bother to keep staring at her. I was close to Victoria by then and I needed to focus my attention on other matters at hand.

"Pst," I hissed into her ear. She flinched away from me, then smiled as she realized who it was.

"Jamesy, baby, I can't play tonight. I have to make money, remember?"

I rolled my eyes.

"That's not why I came. I have a favor to ask."

"Mm, anything for you."

I leaned in really close to her, make sure my breath would hit her ear as I whispered into it. She rested her body on my chest, her eyes lidded in lust as I told her what I wanted to do. When I was finished, she turned back to look at me.

"What do I get out of it?" I thought about that for a second. Nothing.

"A really good, mind blowing fuck."

She squealed.

"Oh, you can count me in baby. When do we do this?"

"Tomorrow night. I'll give you some more details tomorrow morning. Let me worry about it for now."

"Of course. I'll talk to you later, I see a potential candidate," she was licking her lips. Could you be any more of a whore?

Her habits didn't matter though. In two days time, the Swans wouldn't be the picture perfect family they were. All. Thanks. To me.

BPOV

Earlier that same day.

It turned out that 'taking it elsewhere' was the best advice Jasper could have possibly given us. Edward led me on a different path that I had never taken before. I trusted him though, so it didn't matter where he took me. As long as I was with him.

The path was long, and it didn't take long for me to be out of breath. He chuckled as he heard me panting. I harrumphed and took my hand out of his, crossing my arms across my chest and pretending to be mad at him. He looked at me incredulously before picking me up as if I weighed nothing and tossing me over one shoulder.

"Edward! Put me down NOW!!" I pounded my little fists into his strong back, but all I heard was his laugh. He was running now, which allowed me to see his back and leg muscles flex. I was mesmerized and before I knew it, he had put me down.

I turned around and saw…an old building. Now, none of the buildings around here were particularly new, but this was the oldest. It was almost decrepit looking, but it held a certain mystery. Like there was something undiscovered within its walls. I looked up at Edward questioningly, wondering why he brought me here. He shook his head and took my hand, leading me to the doors. They creaked open and I became even more confused.

The room was a decent size, but it was full of chairs, music stands, and a baby grand piano tucked in a corner. It reminded me of the band room back at my high school.

"Edward…where are we?"

"This is the band's practice room. They do have to practice to sound good you know," he chided jokingly. I smiled sarcastically at him before wandering over to the piano. I ran my fingers along the top, making a streak in the dust.

"Why isn't this covered? If no one plays it, I mean. The dust…it bothers me," I wrinkled my nose. I heard his snigger, closer than I thought he was.

"And why do you think no one plays?" he asked, his hands on my waist. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and not think of what the feel of his skin on mine did to me.

"I…it's just…well, when the band plays theres n-never a p-pian-no p-p-player," I stuttered. He had begun to trail kisses down my neck, now rubbing circles on my hips. I leaned back into him.

"Yes, but we are talking about this piano Bella," his fingers dipped beneath the waistline of my jeans, "and this piano does get played occasionally. Would you like to know by who?"

I nodded eagerly.

Suddenly the warmth of his body was gone, and I nearly panicked. I whipped around trying to find him, but he was gone. I turned back around and narrowed my eyes. He was sitting on the piano bench, a cocky smile on his face. He patted the space beside him and I had no choice but to sit down. I swear I felt like I was 'drinking the kool-aid' here.

"You play?"

"Yes."

And so he began. A melody so melancholy, so beautiful filled the room. The notes drifted so perfectly from his fingers, and his eyes were closed, making it seem as though he was pouring his very soul into this tune. I allowed myself to close my own eyes and get lost in it as well. The sad feel of the song became overshadowed by a lighter melody, almost symbolizing hope. When the song came to a close, only the happy notes lingered.

I didn't realize the tears in my eyes had brimmed over until he reached a finger up to wipe them away.

"I didn't mean to upset you…I just needed to play this for you."

"Why me?"

"Why not you? It's you, Bella. You inspired me to play this. This is your song," he whispered into my ear. I choked back a sob at the sincerity of his words. I had inspired something so beautiful?

"I…don't know what to say," I managed to get out in between my sniffles.

"Just say thank you…and that you love me," he whispered against my lips.

"You say it first."

"Isabella Swan, I belong to you. You are my life. I love you."

"I love you too."

He pressed his lips to mine, soft as rose petals. He kept pecking me, never giving me what I want. His kisses were chaste, but passionate, not hungry and needy like they were last night. I finally brought my hands up to tangle themselves in his hair, keeping him in place so I could kiss him like I really wanted to. My tongue sought entrance to his mouth; he gave it. I tasted his sweet breath mingled with mine; I sighed into the kiss. He brought his hands to wrap around my waist, bringing me impossibly closer. He caressed my sides before lifting me into his lap so that I was straddling him. I moaned and rolled my hips into his, becoming more excited when I felt his arousal.

He detached his lips from mine, ignoring my whimper of protest...which quickly became a groan of pleasure as he left a line of fire going down my throat with his lips. He left open mouthed kisses everywhere, not one inch of skin going unnoticed. I tugged at his hair, needing some form of release. He started undoing the buttons on my shirt…I knew where this was going and I pulled away.

"Edward? Here?"

"This is elsewhere isn't it?"

My jaw dropped and I shook my head. He grinned my favorite crooked grin before swooping in and capturing my lips once more. I kissed him back with equal fervor. I felt his grin on his lips and cracked a smile of my own. We were all secluded in this music room, in our own little world. We didn't need anything else but ourselves. I could stay here forever, with Edward.

He once again left my lips to finish what he had started on my collarbone. I hadn't noticed during our kiss that he had managed to unbutton the rest of my shirt. He pushed it down my shoulders and dropped it on the dirty floor. My poor white shirt.

He returned his attention back to me. His normally forest green eyes were so dark with his lust. Just looking into them made my knees weak; it was a good thing I was already sitting down. His hands moved down to my thighs, naked due to the fact that I had decided this morning to wear Alice's shorts. Alice, who was at least four inches shorter than me. Her shorts were like boyshort underwear on me.

He ran his hands up and down my thighs, never moving to where I wanted him. I growled and he chuckled. I moved my own hands behind me and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He raised an eyebrow and I just smiled; well, he wasn't moving to do it…

But that train of thought stopped as soon as I felt his hot mouth enclose around my nipple, his hand coming up to lavish my other breast in attention. I threw my head back in ecstasy, simultaneously arching my back into him. I felt rather than saw his grin against me. He continued his ministrations on my leg, however, and not being able to take it anymore, I stood, unbuttoned my shorts, and wiggled out of them, pushing my underwear down with them. The look on his face, when I finally had the courage to look at him sans blush, was priceless.

I nodded at him, indicating that it was his turn. He took direction well. By the time he had his shirt all the way off, I was chewing up a storm on my lip. His perfect abdomen muscles all rippled with his movements. He looked right into my eyes, green meeting brown, as he eased his jeans down his legs. No boxers? He met my gaze with a smirk as he saw where I was looking. I shrugged my shoulders before walking over to him. He growled and pulled me to him forcefully as soon as I was close enough. I had never seen him so possessive, but I liked it. A lot.

His lips were immediately on mine, not that I was complaining of course. He walked backwards as he led me back to the piano bench, taking a seat and pulling me onto his lap, resuming our previous position. I had felt an odd sensation when he first touched me, like there was something blocking the skin of his hand from touching my lower back. I realized what it was when he tore open the condom wrapper and extracted the condom. I snatched it out of his hands before he could do it himself.

"I've always wanted to do this," I confessed in his ear. His groan rumbled deep in his chest.

We both watched as I rolled the condom over his erect dick, ever so slowly. I held my breath the entire time, terrified that I would do something wrong. When I finally got it over his length, I removed my hands and placed them on his shoulders. Using them for leverage, I hoisted myself over him until I was hovering right on his tip. I made sure to linger for a few painful seconds before slamming myself onto him. He gave a grunt of satisfaction before grabbing my hips and setting a pace much faster than any of those from last night.

I knew neither of us would last long. As sweet as last night was, right now was all about need. The force of his thrusts was making my breasts move in ways that captivated him. I didn't have to look at him to know what he was staring at. So, to tease him and make us find our release that much faster, I began pinching and tugging at my nipples. Edward growled and reached down to where we were joined to rub my clit.

"Mm Edward," I moaned. He was panting by now, a look of pure concentration on his face. He wanted me to fall over the edge before he did; I wanted us to fall together.

I normally stayed away from the mundane conversations that occurred in the girl's locker room, but sometimes you can't help overhearing things. Like what I was about to do right now, I was almost ninety nine percent sure that this would send him over the edge.

Every few strokes, I would pause. I stayed hovering right on his tip, like I did at the beginning. I could tell it was working just by looking at his face; the muscles underneath the skin were contracting and I felt him twitch inside me. I was right on the edge when I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Cum with me."

That was all it took. We came undone together, at once. My inner walls clenched around him as I rode out my orgasm, literally. I was screaming his name, but I didn't care who heard. A series of expletives, with my name thrown in the mix occasionally, left his mouth. When we finally came down from our highs, I smiled brightly at him while he flashed me his signature grin. As soon as I was sure my legs weren't jelly anymore, I got off of him in favor of searching for my clothes. I heard him rummaging through his pile of clothes behind me. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I figured it was pretty close to lunch time and I had somewhere to be. I was really curious to see if Alice would actually show up to lunch. I wanted her to be better already. I missed my hyperactive, albeit at times annoying, little sister.

Edward waited patiently as I got myself dressed and presentable. I didn't have a mirror, but I was pretty sure my hair was a haystack. He held his hand out to me and I didn't hesitate to take it.

The walk back to the main building was short and quiet. I was content to walk alongside him, just enjoying his company. I loved this about Edward. Awkward silences didn't exist with us. It wasn't in either of our natures to be chatterboxes. With us, quiet is golden.

But just before we reached the main building, Edward whipped me around and backed me into a tree. He leaned down to kiss me sweetly, but not so chastely. I whimpered and brought my hands up to his hair, as always. He pulled away much too quickly for my taste and just stood there, staring at me.

"I'm sorry. I know I won't see you until tonight, if you want that is. I needed to get that out of my system."

"Edward, you don't ever have to apologize for kissing me. And of course you'll see me tonight, unless you don't want me?"

"Is that a question?"

I shut up right then and pecked him again. He pulled away for real this time and we went our separate ways—he to the employee cafeteria and I to the main dining room. I did a few breathing exercises on my way up there; my heart rate was never normal around Edward.

I walked dazed into the dining hall. My mother was easily spotted with her loud-as-can-be laugh. What I didn't expect was to see Alice seated next to her, hair spiky and neat as usual. I craned my neck to get a good look at hers. There was no sign of the bite. She must have used concealer, the good kind at that. My mother looked up and saw me, a huge grin spreading across her face.

"Bella! Over here!" She nearly yelled. I blushed and ducked my head down, not liking all the eyes that came to me. I heard her giggles as soon as I was within earshot.

"Belly, always so shy," she winked at me, "how are you ever going to land a boy like that?"

"Mom!" I hissed, mortified. Alice's laugh like bell chimes came from my right. I raised my head and playfully glared at her. She shrugged in mock innocence and looked back down at her food. In truth, I was glad to see her laugh, but I wasn't sure if it was a façade or not.

"Calm down, Bella, I was only joking. But what about you, honey," she said turning to Alice, "What about you and James?"

I choked on the sip of water I was taking and tried to let my face remain indifferent, but I was probably failing miserably. I was never good at stuff like this. Alice had let her fork drop and it clanged loudly on the plate. People turned in their chairs to stare, but seeing and hearing nothing of interest, they turned back around to their lunches.

"I…well, we…yeah, mom, James and I aren't seeing each other anymore," Alice stuttered out. I breathed a sigh of relief when the disaster was avoided.

"I always thought you were too good for him anyway," Renee huffed. Alice nodded her head and I turned back to my water. Not five minutes later, a new waiter came to our table and delivered my food, Alice and Renee already having theirs.

We continued to chat over mindless things for the remainder of the meal. I tried my hardest to make up for Alice's silence; I had been right originally. Her cheery demeanor was fake, a mask to put up with our parents. After the incident with my mother, she became less hyper and chatterbox-like. If my mother noticed, she didn't say anything and for that I was thankful. Renee and Alice may be very much alike, but they were also very tactful. They knew when to talk and when to remain silent.

When our meal was finished, Alice asked me to walk her back to her cabin. I agreed and we left our mother with promises of seeing her and dad at dinner. Alice and I linked arms as we walked out of the main house and through the trees together. I asked her what she did since I left her this morning, and she told me that she had just tried to clean herself up as best she could. She had even taken a walk around the grounds, an unexpected event for me.

"A walk? How did you find the strength to get out of the cabin? No offense, Al, but you were dreadful when I left this morning. I was so worried about you," I confessed. She shook her head.

"I didn't love him, Bella. I will heal; of this I am sure," she said in her trademark eerie, vague tone. Alice always had an uncanny talent for predicting the future, though she denied any sort of ESP.

"I'm glad to hear you talk like that," I told her sincerely. She beamed at me and playfully bumped her hip into mine. We giggled and walked in silence for a while, before she asked a question I wasn't sure I would ever hear from her.

"Bella, what can you tell me about Jasper Hale?"

JPOV

After visiting Rosalie.

I shook my head as I exited that cabin, shortly after Edward and Bella. They were so in love. It was painfully obvious to anyone who stood in the same room with them for more than five seconds. Tolstoy was once again in my hands as I roamed the grounds freely, not being given anything to do by Ron. I would probably end up in my clearing as usual, but for now I let my feet carry me wherever.

Guest houses were on my right while an excellent view of the lake was to my left. The path began to drift away from the lake soon, however, but the houses remained.

And I realized I knew where I was going. My body was pulling me towards the Swan cabin like a magnet. I couldn't resist the attraction, especially when I saw what awaited me on the front steps.

Little Alice Swan sat on the third step down, her head in her hands, staring at the ground like her world was over. I didn't even know what was wrong and all I wanted to do was make her feel better. I wanted to make her smile and laugh. Every time I hear her beautiful, melodious laugh my entire world is lit up like the fourth of July. I tentatively walked over to her, quietly so as to not startle her.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

But when she looked up at me with those big, sad grey eyes, I almost fell to my knees. The pout on her face was adorable yet heartbreaking. She gave a sniff before straightening her posture and giving me a half-hearted, watery smile in greeting. I gave her a small one in return before taking a seat next to her.

"This may not be any of my business, Miss Alice, but you don't seem yourself today. May I be of any assistance?" I asked, letting my natural southern drawl come through. She gave a small giggle, feeding my lovesick heart.

"Oh Jasper…"she sighed. I wasn't sure if I was too forward, but damn it she needed comforting. I placed one arm around her shoulders and hugged her into me. Dear God, this woman was tiny! I bet I could wrap my arms around her twice and then some. She put her head on my chest and sighed, again. This time, however, I was pretty sure it was out of contentment.

"What is it, darlin'?" I asked.

"It's just…I don't know, you were right I guess," the sound of her voice was muffled as she had put her face in my chest. I pulled away just a bit to hear her more clearly.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"You were right, about James. We are over, indefinitely. He…uh, he…" but she couldn't continue because she had burst into tears about halfway through her miserable attempt at an explanation. I pulled her into me immediately, shh'ing her while running my hands through her short hair.

"Shh, it's okay darlin', ya don't have to tell me if you don't want," I cooed into her ear. She shook her head against my chest. Before I could register what could happen, she had wormed her way out of my embrace and was sitting upright next to me, wiping her face and sniffling uncontrollably.

"No, I want to tell you. I trust you, Jasper. It's just…it's hard for me to relive it, that's all," she paused then, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Yesterday morning, right after breakfast, I went to meet up with James like I usually do. He said he had something to show me, but he never elaborated further than that. I should've known…anyway, long story short, he took me to his cabin. I guess he thought he was going to get lucky, but I was scared. He was being too rough, Jasper, and I didn't like it. It didn't feel right, like I was never supposed to be intimate with him.

So he kept trying to push me into having sex with him, even though I pleaded and told him that I was a virgin and I wanted my first time to be more special than this. I guess what I really meant was that I wanted my first time to be with someone I loved, and I definitely didn't love James. So when I tried to escape, he pushed me up against the door and, I don't know, one thing led to another and…Jasper, he bit me, I mean he actually bit my neck! I covered it up with make-up so no one would see." She leaned her head to the side so she could show me the snowy expanses of her neck, clearly covered in make up. She must have really caked it on if I, a guy, could notice it.

But I wasn't dwelling on that at the moment. My body was vibrating with anger and fury. It felt like there was hardly a thing that would stop me from ripping James to pieces. Does he really think he can get away with everything he did to my sister and the current object of my affection? Hell no. Not when you mess with my girls.

I stood and started pacing, knowing my anger was evident on my face. I kept running my hands through my hair, wanting to hit something. I needed something to take my frustrations out on. James would make the perfect punching bag.

What brought me back to earth was a small gasp coming from Alice.

"No, Jasper, I didn't tell you that so you would get angry. Really, I didn't. I just…I needed to tell someone. Someone I trust. Please don't be angry."

The sadness and pleading tones in her voice made me stop pacing and rush back to her side. She rested her head on my arm, being too short to reach my shoulder. I began stroking her hair again, seeing how it calmed her.

"Darlin' I'm sorry for scarin' ya. I just can't handle that he hurt you. You don't deserve that," I told her honestly. She shook her head and raised her eyes to mine.

"Perhaps, but you being angry isn't going to erase what he did. All I can do is get better…which I'm sure I will. I can't let a scum like that win against me, right?" she asked with a hopeful twinkle in her eye. I flicked her nose and nodded my agreement. We both laughed, and I couldn't help but notice how incredibly right this is. Sitting with her, just being. This is what I was placed on this earth for. Or rather, she is who I was placed on this earth for.

Something was happening. We both remained quiet, but there was some sort of energy surrounding us. I didn't know what it was, but it felt good. I felt like I was on fire as she sat here, leaning on me. Any time I could touch her was when I was truly alive. Suddenly it felt like there was electricity passing between us, almost cackling in the air. I heard her take a straggled breath next to me, and I realized I had been holding my breath. I expelled all the air in one big huff, knowing that whatever I was feeling, I wanted to feel forever.

"Alice," I choked out.

"Jasper," she whispered.

I stood and held my hand out to her, knowing she would accept my offer.

"Jasper," she said again.

"Yes, ma'am?"

She grinned.

"You've kept me waiting a long time."

I blushed and looked down.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But please, allow me to make up for lost time," I said, leading her to wherever life may take us that morning.

A/N: WHADDUPPPP. So some of you may have read that last God-awful note and were expecting an update three/four days ago...but fuck that. If I had updated then, this chapter would've been shit, so there ya go. And then I was GOING to include a little more, but the chapter would have dragged on and the rest of the mess that I have lying around in my head really deserves a chapter all on its own. And I can almost guarantee you a cliffy in the next chapter. ANNNNDDD SOME EMMETT AND ROSALIE W00T W00T! I left Alice and Jasper like this for now, because apparently they have a more 'spiritual' connection, whatever the fuck that means, so if that's not spiritual then I don't know what is.

Mm...and this song just had to be used. James is a little bastard.

OOHHH and this is really random, but I already know of a song I'm going to use for the sequel, and it's for a pretty crucial chapter too...ooh man this is going to be good.

Anyway, it's three thirty one in the morning...and I want to go to bed and die...or sleep forever...which is dying. SO yeah, I'm going to go do just that.

I'll see you guys in the morning...

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